[ CW ] Write so that the first letters of each sentence spell out WRITINGPROMPTS .

With her back up against the wall, she takes a deep breath and readies herself to escape. 
 
 Right as he runs at her, fists raised and ready, she ducks under him and starts to run. 
 
 I watch in horror as his friends step up to bat, kicking and screaming in rage and shear terror. 
 
 They do n't realize she is used to this kind of run already, but I start to worry they may overtake her this time. 
 
 Inward relief takes over as she is able to avoid all of the assailants. 
 
 Nobody can catch her now, she's in the car and I speed off. 
 
'Good grief, you had me on edge there for a moment!' 
 
 Performing the routine she initiated with our first job, she looks back at me. 
 
'Robert, you know as well as I do that this is a dangerous game we play. 
 
 Out you go, if you do n't think you can handle it anymore.' 
 
 My hands raise in surrender as she points her silenced pistol at me, and I assure her that I can still do my job. 
 
 Premeditated murder is a hard business to get in to, but it is by far a harder business to get out of. 
 
 To run is to hide, and to hide is to be found in this game. 
 
 Slowly, I turn back to the grieving, raging crowd that gathered behind us, and I feel a tinge of regret that fades as soon as I bury my blade deep inside her rib cage.
