#deadarmed

@deadarmed

"Dex! Please!"

Her voice was desperate as she took a few steps closer to him. "Please- taking his life, i-it's not going to change anything. I know you want revenge. I-I know you think this is the only way you can get it, okay? I understand. I'd probably feel the same, but please! We need him alive...j-just let me help you. Let me help you. Dex- look at me! Please! Just look at me!"

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"And what was the plan?"

Cerulean hues look to the ceiling, her back against the bars of their cell. She could only guess how far underground they were. It was at least a ten minute walk further than where the other "criminals" were being held. Even if the others were discovered, there was no telling if anyone would find them here.

Besides, by the time anyone did it would probably be too late.

"....How long before you think they'll kill us?"

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"Shut up!" Karen hisses, shaky hands pulling through her hair as she paces the floor of The Bulletin's basement. "Just shut up! Stop talking and let me think."

What was she doing? She wasn't Matt. She wasn't some savior or hero. She didn't show mercy and she was far from a saint, and yet here she was protecting hiding this thing.

"This is so fucking stupid," she mutters under her breath, her eyes squeezing shut as she continues to pace. "Fuck!" She lets out a sharp exhale and moves to sit on one of the totes filled with old articles, hands now holding her head.

"....You just can't leave this city, can you? None of this would be happening if you didn't decide to try and play hero, you know that right?"

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"Don't I?"

The barrel of the gun remains locked right in the center of his forehead. One inhale. One exhale. One squeeze. Bullseye. And then it would all be over. Benjamin Poindexter would never hurt another person on this earth. She would never have to look over her shoulder again in fear that he would be right behind her. His death would just be one more body permanently etched into her mind, and like always, she would just continue carrying on.

"You have taken so much from so many. Why do you get a pass? Why don't I get to see your blood spilled?" The safety is clicked off, Karen's eyes filling with tears as she takes her inhale. "...Do you even regret it? Any of it? Do you even care?"