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Post by flanna on Oct 18, 2006 14:56:09 GMT -5
Flanna shut her eyes and turned away, flinching as she heard the gun go off again. Hearing Carter talk, she looked up, trying to hold it all together.
"Can...can you let me say goodbye at least?" She didn't know now if these 'seemingly' corrupt cops would just off and go kill him now.
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 15:00:49 GMT -5
"From what we've seen we've had probable cause, haven't we Richard?"
The other officer nodded his head, and grinned.
"See that settles it."
Carter wasn't completly corrupt, just slightly at times.
"Yes you can say goodbye, but make it quick if you don't want him to bleed to death." He knew it sounded harsh the way it came out, but it was also the truth.
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Post by flanna on Oct 18, 2006 15:11:16 GMT -5
Flanna nodded, walking up to Razor, keeping her hands in plain sight so the cops didn't think she was going to try anything.
"I...I'm going to figure something out Larkin..I.." Her breath caught in her throat, trying not to vomit at the sight of the gunshot wounds. "...I love you...you're coming back to me...you aren't allowed not to." Her voice was trembling, but her eyes were determined. She leaned up and kissed him lightly, turning her back, nearly crumbling right then and there.
"Okay..."
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Post by razor on Oct 18, 2006 15:13:00 GMT -5
"Hey." He reached out and pulled her back with one hand. "I love you." He murmurred, kissing her deeply, because he knew once he was out of sight, it was anyones guess as to what was going to happen to him. Slipping his beloved switchblade into her hand, he looked into her eyes. "Im coming back, and we're getting married. I swear it to you."
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 15:20:20 GMT -5
Carter understood love, so he gave them their time. He thought he saw somethign pass between them, but he didn't think much of it.
"Ok, Ok, time to go. Your gonna bleed out and we don't want that. The Docs at the jail will stitch you up." He grabbed one arm and Officer Richard the other, they had to drag him to the wagon.
"It might be a bumpy ride," Clarence said, then closed the door.
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Post by flanna on Oct 18, 2006 15:24:03 GMT -5
Flanna watched until he was inside and went quickly into the apartment.
She went into the bathroom and vomited, crying hysterically.
If she could get it all out now...later...later she could try and figure it out. But right now...this was all she could do.
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Post by flanna on Oct 18, 2006 17:13:02 GMT -5
<<later>>
Flanna was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea, her eyes hard. There was evidence that she had been throwing her and Razor's knife into the door.
She had been acting pathetic. All her crying, hysterics...the old Flanna would have been disgusted with her. She had to get over this and conquer her fears.
This was the turning point, she decided. It had to be.
She had no one to protect her but herself. She threw her switchblade into the door and put the cup in the sink.
She wasn't going to be weak anymore, she thought as she headed for the door, a soft smirk spreading across her lips.
Old Flanna was back.
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