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    Who am I? But more importantly who the fuck are you? (10)

    Shane was half turned away from the three people lying on the ground. Tina glanced at the smoking gun clasped in Shanes sweaty palm. She wanted to throw up from the pain in her chest. She felt like some one had just hit her in with a sledge hammer. Literally, and unfortunately thanks to her past she actually knew what being hit with a sledge hammer felt like. She let her eyelids flutter closed welcoming the blackness that covered her like a warm blanket lulling her away into a land where everything was going to be alright.

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    Shane turned and surveyed the scene before her in horror what the ***** had she done? The magnum dropped to her side, the weight suddenly too much for her to hold

     

    Shane took a few deep breaths and turned her back on the scene. A new resolve took over her. She slowly raised the gun and massaged her temple with it. Just pull the trigger the little voice in her head said. One little squeeze, it wont hurt a bit Shane started to cry tears leaked out of her eyes and she squeezed them shut. She sobbed silently. Shane had just killed the woman who had murdered her father. Balance was restored, the debt repaid. So why did she still hurt so ***** much? She had been right hadnt she? Tina had just shot Bette and Dana. Shane started to shake. She started whispering under her breath oh god oh god oh god She felt cold. Shane rested her forehead against the tip of the barrel. She could see in her minds eye the gaping hole that was pushed against her skin she could imagine the force with which the smooth metal of bullet that would slam into her skull pushing its way through her soft grey matter, the stuff that defined who she was, and finally coming to rest comfortably against the shield of bone that covered the back of her head. Shane thought about it for a moment knowing that she was stalling. She was a murderer now. She had killed why couldnt she kill again?

     

    Shane a soft voice said from the doorway. The voice held no accusation or judgment. There was no pity and no false claim to understand the situation. All the voice was asking for in that single word was for Shane to listen to what was coming next.

    Comments

    1. LB, you have a new fan, I do have to say you are up there with jade/janet and windrider, and if there are any other writers that have twisted plots then please tell me. I love these stories maybe you should pair up with jade god knows she needs to come back. You know I’m a B/T fan put i get so fucking sick of tina as a granola. It’s about time someone gave her some balls, and Dana fucking funny, I always knew she had a 9mm in her tennis bag.Bette in the air vent had me on the ground and the rat just added to it. And thank god someone finally shot Bette why didn’t tina say anything like haha or you know something funny, anyways. I hope you post soon. There are so many other things I want to say the whole marina thing in the bushes wow she is a crazy chick. And LB were can I get a vest like tina had that might come in handy one of these days for me.

    2. LB just wondering how your golf game was going, I just started playing, ok I’m lieing, I just like to drive the cart around and leave big ruts in the green grass, so far have broken 2 windows and can hit the ball about 100 ft, it’s getting better, I’m having a blast.

    3. about flipping time you came back. I am in south Vic too… maybe we are nearby each other, and don’t even know it. Well… I remember why i love your writing. I am officially rehooked, and not so patiently awaiting the next chapter. I am guessing that bette is now dead from Shane’s shot…… so, you really are killing them one by one? hee hee… good plan, and I can’t wait to see who cops it next time. LOL post again soon, if you can…. and I hope that the accidents stop coming your way.

    4. good chapter, although i think need to look at the previous chapters to follow the story. but please continue, i am interested to see what happens.

    5. DUUUUUDEEE!!! ur bak! hellz yea this is partly my fault! ur humour is too much sometimes seriously u crack me up, I love Bette gettin shot multiple times, having her as a weak charecter totally fits who she actually is (I realise I may get lynched for that comment!)
      I mean this in the best way possible but hopefully u will take ur time healin.. dont wanna get bak in the fray too soon yunno, chill out a little let the creativity run free!! rite enuff yabberin.. Dana is still a hott bitch oh and wtf is Alice!!!! long live Marina!
      See ya on the otherside LB MWAH!!

    6. ok so this is the first time I have read your story so why am I sitting laughing my ass off, I don’t know but this was some funny ass shit. I will be back to comment again after I read the story from the start, I hope you go on I hate when you get into a story and the writer goes MIA

    7. Awesome…I just read all your posts and the story got better and better…glad to see you carried this one on…and I am gonna guess that Alice and Bette aren’t your favorite characters????…anyhow…keep it coming

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