The Fall
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Thread Topic: The Fall
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"Very." he confirmed. Every millisecond of that night flashed in his sight, the bodies, the killer, the gun...
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She scooted closer and took his hand in hers. She tied something around his wrist and looked at her work. A green grass braclet now was tied around his wrist with a flower in it. "Im sorry."
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He looked over at her, and saw the lifeless face of his mother, before he blinked hard, and saw Ally again. The world seemed merged, he looked down at their hands together, and the bracelet, past a bare leg and the rapidly expanding pool of blood of the killer. Michael blinked hard again, and the world was returned. He looked over at Ally. "Thank you."
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"It's nothing." She inhaled his scent, aftershave and a thick wooden scent almost. Reminded her of the woods after it rained. Pulling away she sat up and ruffled through her bag.
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"Ally, you're the only person I've talked about that with, and you don't know the details," Michael told her softly.
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"You don't have to tell me." She said quietly and touched the sheild. The paint was dry. Grabbing a smaller brush she picked out a dark black.
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He thought about what his actions made him: An avenger, or a killer? The man could have lived for a day in court, but he made that choice. Judge, jury..,
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Leaning forward she started to paint delicate lace work on the edges. Her hand was steady but her mind was else where.
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He focused on her work, trying to change the topic of his thought. His hands shook, and he didn't notice.
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Sighing quietly she was halfway done and continued on her way. Paint started to get on her fingers and flecks on her cheeks.
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Michael kept silent and watched her.
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Sitting back she chewed on the end of her paint brush as she eyed the now finished lace work. "How's that look?"
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"Really good," he whispered, looking at every stroke and line. "I wish I could do that".
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"I could teach you how. It's all about the wrist and going into a place that isn't here not there." She looked over at him and sighed softly.
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"My art is writing, but thanks," he smiled at her. "I don't know why, but I enjoy hanging out with you," he whispered suddenly.
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