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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 3, 2005 16:42:56 GMT -5
(not like it matters she'll be dead in a matter of seconds now won't she?)
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 3, 2005 16:57:21 GMT -5
(Then why'd you ask? Second thought... never mind... just give him an opening to shoot Viv.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 3, 2005 17:14:03 GMT -5
Vivian paused midstep and looked over her shoulder at the unconcious body of Roux.
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 3, 2005 17:17:46 GMT -5
Shoot her! Shoot her now!
Sands was a take action kind of guy. Shoot first, talk later, as it were. He didn't see her draw any weapons, and he wasn't going to let her. He raised his own gun and shot her promptly five times in the chest. And when he heard a low moan from the last person he killed, Sands emptied the last of the bullets into him. The voice, for once, was silent. When it got it's bearings, it still seemed extremely shocked.
Oh fuck...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 3, 2005 17:27:17 GMT -5
(welll...thats painful....no whast poor zacky boy gonna do? better yet what am i gonna write to that?)
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 3, 2005 17:39:20 GMT -5
(a positively angsty death scene, that's what.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 4, 2005 15:01:43 GMT -5
She heard the gun shots ring off and looked back at Sands. It didn't even register to her that she had been shot until her legs gave out and she sunk to the floor. Slowly and painfully she lifted her arm to her abdomen, touching it gently, she hissed in pain as she brushed over it with the tips of her fingers. Eyes blurring she lifted her fingers close to her eyes and looked in sick fasination at the blood that coated them.
She coughed violently, blood coming up out of her mouth leaving a metallicy taste in it's path. "Ow."
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 4, 2005 15:23:07 GMT -5
"See anything you like?" he hissed.
You shot her...
(Sands' question's fer Viv, in case yer confused)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 4, 2005 15:29:56 GMT -5
Vivian attepmted a glare but knew it fell flat. As she violently coughed again. Spewing more blood. She knew she was dying and she was accepting it as she shushed the samll voice in the back of her head telling her to fight against it. But it was too late. Looking once more at Sands, she lost conciousness and that's all she knew.
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 4, 2005 15:44:55 GMT -5
You killed her.
"No, I shot her. I did what you told me to."
You really fucking killed her.
"It sure looks that way," Sands frowned curiously.
You weren't supposed to kill her...
"Why'd you tell me to kill her?"
Because you never fucking listen to me! How was now supposed to be any fucking different!?
"Because it was a good idea. She might have killed me."
Vivian Abbot would never fucking kill you, no matter how much she might want to. She was a good person. She's fucking better than me and she's sure as hell better than you. And you fucking killed her!
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 4, 2005 15:49:16 GMT -5
(ready...shes dead...)
A low sigh issued from her lips and her body stilled/
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 4, 2005 16:04:25 GMT -5
(oh... i thought she died already....)
"I wasn't supposed to kill her?
NO, you weren't supposed to fucking kill her!
"You're real confusing for an imaginary voice. And quite the asshole."
Fuck you! You killed the one thing that made my life fucking liveable!
Sands' eyes widened, not fully prepared for an excedingly pissed off 'imaginary' voice.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 4, 2005 16:08:40 GMT -5
(lalalalala i have nothing to type sense shes dead lalalalala)
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 4, 2005 22:16:01 GMT -5
YOU BASTARD!
"Don't tell me to do things you don't have any intention of having me do," Sands hissed. He had gotten over the initial shock and could gather his bearings. He was on a train and had just killed a bunch of people. He was in the mind of a schizphrenic, but not in control. "You of all people should know how very unpredictable I am, Zacky-boy."
I should think you'd know the same, Sandsy-boy, Zack's voice dropped low.
"You can be, but you're not."
Fuck you, Officer. I'm in charge.
Sands' eyes widened, and Zack's body dropped to the floor without a whine or whimper. The cause of death later on, was officially, 'heart attack.' In truth, it was a flood of people, each with the worst part of them in mind to completely smother Sands and in fact, engulf the sentient part of Zack's brain. The pain of alcohol and drug addictions, coupled with a fear of shadows, losing his child, and other problems only aided one, Boston George Jung with an issue of heart complications, and effectively stopped Zack's heart in its chest.
Thus ends the lonely story of Zachary Davinski and Vivian Abbot.
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Post by Jeffrey on Jan 4, 2005 22:16:36 GMT -5
(mmm, angst. ;D )
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