They stayed in that little desert motel for six days.


No deaths. No running. No roses.

Just long talks, morning coffee, and Cameron’s fingers tracing the scar on Sienna’s left hip like a prayer.


It almost felt like a dream—a final breath before the drowning.


But dreams don’t last.

And monsters never die peacefully.


On the seventh morning, the sirens came.


They heard them before they saw the lights.


Cameron was shaving. Sienna was brushing her teeth. The moment the sound pierced the quiet, they froze—mirrors catching their wide eyes, reflections lit by red and blue flashing through the curtains.


They didn’t panic.


They didn’t scream.


They looked at each other.


And they knew.


“It’s time,” Cameron said, voice steady.


Sienna nodded. “I’m not afraid.”


He kissed her then—slow, deep, lingering—like it would be the last time.


It would be.


The police didn’t come quietly.


Dozens of cruisers. Helicopters. Loudspeakers demanding surrender. Guns drawn. SWAT teams positioned like predators on all sides.


The feds were there too—sharp-suited and cold-eyed.


“Cameron Voss! Sienna Fields! Come out with your hands up!”


Inside, they dressed calmly.


Black clothes. No bulletproof vests. No protection.


They didn’t need it.


They had each other.


Hand in hand, they opened the motel door.


The sun was blinding. The heat pressed against their skin like judgment.


Across the parking lot, rifles raised. Orders screamed. Guns cocked.


But neither flinched.


Cameron glanced at her. “You sure?”


Sienna gave a ghost of a smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”


Together, they stepped forward.


Two steps.


Four.


Then they ran.


Bullets rang out like thunder.


The lovers didn’t stop.


Even as the shots tore into them. Even as their bodies dropped.


Even as blood bloomed across the pavement like roses.


The world watched.


Headlines exploded.

“Lover’s Lane Killers Gunned Down in Standoff.”

“Rose-Stained Final Act for America’s Most Wanted Pair.”


But the world only knew what the cameras captured:


The way they clutched each other even as they died.


The way their hands stayed intertwined.


The way they smiled as they fell.