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Post by **Rosebud on Sept 29, 2010 20:22:43 GMT -5
Riley shook his head, his hands shaking. If he wanted to stay he would have waited at the corner, and stepped in beside what I had said to get you to drop that gun. He doesn't care about you like I do, PLEASE Katelyn drop the gun, please. he started to cry and looked her in the eye. He use to be a big badass, but now he was breaking down as she stood with a gun to her head.
He kept whispering please and looked in her eyes. and said please again and then his strenght ran out and he fell to the floor, black sight and pale as a ghost.
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Sept 29, 2010 20:48:47 GMT -5
Katelyn let out a wave of tears as she saw Riley slowly crash to the ground. She was about to pull the trigger, but her eyes rested upon Riley. She squeezed the trigger, but didn't pull it.
She dropped to her knees, holding the gun in her hands, her eyes clouded by tears. She looked to Riley then back to the gun in her hand. She squeezed it tight. She quickly put the revolver in her pocket. She crawled over to Riley, on hands and knees, her vision still cloudy with tears.
She walked over to him.
"Riley?" She asked. She shook his shoulders and then looked at his wounds. They were bleeding very bad.
She was very glad she knew she was strong. She picked up Riley by the shoulders and drug him on the ground out of the alley, only one thing on her mind.
She found a car and put him in the backseat of it. She wanted to laugh, but found that she coudn't; not in this situation. The car was a very expensive car; a McLaren. It was a nice car, and she knew exactly how to drive it.
After setting Riley in the back seat, she sat in the front seat, closed the door, and then leaned towards the other seat, grabbing a couple wires under the steeringwheel. Suddenly, the engine roared to life. She quickly sped down to her house. Luckily it was only a few blocks away. She was there in no time. The hard part was getting him out.
She pulled him out of the car and finally got him inside. SHe dumped him on the couch, accidentally hitting his head.
"Sorry, Riley," she thought to herself.
She ran into the other room and came back with a few things. There was some type of spray, a towel, a lot of bandages and a gauze. She cleaned his wound and put the bandages and gauze on it. Then she sat against the wall, holding the revolver in her hands again, just starring at it, waiting for something to happen. She wished Riley was awake, but she also didn't at the same time... She didn't know what to do now.. What to think.. Or even what to feel. All she felt now was confusion. She continued to stare at the revolver, her back against the walls in the corner, in front of the couch were Riley was. Tears still stained her eyes and cheeks, like they'd never clear away.
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Post by **Rosebud on Sept 29, 2010 21:12:22 GMT -5
Riley felt his heaad hit something and he blinked, his vision fading into a sharp crisp sight rather then what he had been seeing, a blurred uncontrolled sight. He took in a deep breath and yawned, his arm stung and he tightened his fist and rubbed the back of his head.
Katelyn? he could smell her, the scent of dog, of shape shifter. He blinked hard and then caught sight of the revolver, he choked back a cry and got up stumbled and grumbled something about fighting and the side effects.
please don't, Dirrn was a scum bag and grieving for him is something a piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe isn't worthy of doing. So please don't. I still live with Nona, we can go back. Time heals, but it leaves scars, he pulled his shirt up to reveal a long pink scar running down his ribs. His eyes frantically searched hers...
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Sept 29, 2010 21:25:25 GMT -5
Katelyn just starred at the revolver. She looked up at Riley, into his eyes. Then she looked back at the revolver.
Her face was serious, but then turned soft. She looked at the revolver one last time, then slid it on the floor. It landed at Riley's feet. She took her knees, wrapped her hands around them, and put her head between her chest and knee caps. She started to cry. She was still silent except the slight heavy breathing.
"Every thing I do..." She started, her voice muffled by her clothes and cries. "I end up messing up. Even my life."
She told him.
"When I was a kid, I lost my parents, was taken in by the cheif, a few years later, I was raped, then a few years after that, I'm about to kill myself, then Domino comes along, saves me, then leaves me, then I try to kill myself again, then he comes back, and now he's gone again.... I just told you more about myself then anybody else except Domino knows about me. That's how easy my life is. That's how plain and simple it is, how bad it is. Every little thing turns into a bad thing.... Not once has anything good in my life happened except when I met Domino. Except this night....." She said, looking up at him now, silent tears streaming down her face.
"You're the only good thing that's happened in my life...." She said to him, hiding her face again. She gripped her knees tighter and pulled them closer to her, her knuckles turning white.
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Post by **Rosebud on Sept 29, 2010 21:44:57 GMT -5
Riley watched her, quickly kicking the gun to the far side of the room. I'm sorry, my lifes been pretty messed up to. When I was 4 my mother made me shift, seeing my pitbull form light glimmered in her eyes, I thought she was so proud of me. I did everything she asked and got praise. I killed and seeked praise, but when I turned 13 another shifter came and I tried my hardest to kill him, but he barely let me live. When I went to find my mom and dad, they were gone my stuff was in the trash and their van pulled out. Nona found me sleeping under the bridge in downtown and took me under her wing, I still killed but when I failed I still felt loved, just because she didn't vanish.
When I met you I knew you. I was at the bar the night you met Dirrn. I was sitting in the corner watching my drunk friend get his ass kicked. He never was a lover, just a stupid boy with a pocket full of sympathy. When he saw you in the bar he took a shot and fought the biggest guy, knowing a cop would take intrest in it. I sat back and watched him, then left when you followed him out. Sick. Then when he left I saw you and made it my point to bring you to Nona, and you were happy for a time right? Then he came back and you slipped back to depressed and his little puppet. Then here we are. My lifes been in the shits. I fight for money because I'm to banged up and have a bad record for a job. So I'm stuck in it. I wish I could be there for you, like you thought Dirrn was, but I'm not a good person, I could never support you, or anyone else. I wish I could though.
Riley watched, his head tilted. Their future would be in the shits like his whole life had been, his feelings were pushed away in the better intrest of someone else once again. Plus she needed time to heal before he did anything...
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Sept 29, 2010 21:52:59 GMT -5
She looked up at him slowly, her eyes very red and very swollen.
"You were there? Wh-when we met? Why didn't I recognise you w-when I m-met you?" She said between sniffles and was now trying to dry away her tears, but found it impossible.
Katelyn looked at the gun on the other side of the room and just starred at it. Her one chance to be relieved, just gone like the wind.
"It doesn't matter anymore..." She said looking the other way, resting the side of her head on her knees, trying not to look at him.
"Nothing ever seems to...." She said as she slowly started to get up. She pushed her hands on the hard wood floor, slowly, but surely, getting up.
"Why does everything have to be so hard? SO compilcated; so confusing? Why can't things just be simple and easy?" She said, walking up to him and hugging him, hoping not to hit his arm. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"Why?"
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Post by **Rosebud on Sept 29, 2010 21:58:16 GMT -5
Cause it's life. You didn't recognize me because you never looked over. Your eyes were glued to Dirrn. He was the stupid punk everyone wanted a peice of in that bar while I sat back and watched. Moping. Riley hugged her back and rocked back and forth. Come on you need sleep. Let it digest and call me in the morning. He kissed her forehead and backed up quickly grabbing the gun and sticking it in his belt loop.
He smiled and winked as he turned to walk for the door, his fingers gripping the barrel of the gun. His own past flooding his mind like a million hooves hitting dirt. Dirrn was never the person you thought he was...
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Sept 29, 2010 22:04:09 GMT -5
Katelyn looked to the ground.
"Riley? Would it be possible that you stay here tonight?" She sniffed.
"I am after all a retired cop, if you think one guns is all I have, then you'd be crazy," She tried to give a smile but found she couldn't, all that was left in the emotions rack were tears and pain along with a bit of confusion.
"I mean... You don't have to.. But..." Katelyn shrugged.
"It would help.." She told him, drying her tears, hoping he would stay.
"So far, Everyone I've met in my life has lied to me.. You're the only one that has been truthfull it seems... I mean... well... You know what I m-mean.." She said, stumbling over her words, not exactly knowing what to say.
"Could you stay with me?" she asked him again.
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Post by **Rosebud on Sept 30, 2010 21:59:01 GMT -5
Riley turned around and walked back to her and nodded. Sure. But I might snoop around and pull out every damn metallic smelling object I find. He grinned and walk torwards the hallway he suspected the bedrooms were in.
You gunna be able to sleep? Tonights been a long night... He grimaced when he made a fist, forgetting his cut. Yawning he stretched his arms and then took his shirt off and closed his eyes, a green flame burned across his body, his skin crackled like a fire and his bones melted and cooled in new formations, a scarred up pitbull falling to the ground and looking up to see a brown haired shape shifter, whom he gave puppy eyes to. He had told her before he felt more comfortable like this.
His chocolate brown eyes watered, giving the best darn puppy eyes he had ever seen, not to brag or anything. He smiled a toothy grin and then turned on the slick tile down to the left room. It smelled like fresh cotton sheets and dusted curtains, something he had never had as a boy. He had slept on straw and had torn ragged blinds with lead in them..
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Oct 1, 2010 1:38:03 GMT -5
Katelyn smiled for the first time that night.
Then she nodded.
"I'll be fine..... Just find a room and sleep... I don't want you staying up cause you feel like you have to babysit or anything... Almost every room has a bed..." she replied shrugging.
She watched him go to sniff around after shifting to pitbull form. She sat down on the couch after he left, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. She took a Deep breath, trying to take it all in at once, not even knowing if she could or not.
She looked to the small cabinet in the corner of the room. She knew it had a gun in it, and she knew it was loaded. She slowly got up, her feet dragging. She went to the cabinet and opened it. She reached inside and grabbed something. It was another gun, but this one was bigger. It looked more like a regular gun; like a cop gun. She took the gun and thre itin the middle of the room on the hard floor.
She walked back over to the couch and sat on her knees. She put her hand under the couch and pulled something log out. It was a shot gun. She putit with the other gun and sat on the couch again, looking at the two in the middle of room. Her eyes quickly closed and her breathing slowed. She was now asleep, in a far away land, a place much unlike where she was now; she was in her dreamland; a dream where nothing bad had ever happened to her... She continued to dream, her head resting on her arm as if it were a pillow. Her hair was coveringbher face, which blocked her face from view. If you could see her Dave, though, you'd think she had just seen a ghost because ilof how plae it was. All the color was drained from her face as if she were sick. She continued to dream...
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