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Black Holes: A Fictional Narrative

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She watched him, almost observing him like he was an animal in the zoo. Her gun was held tight in her hand, reading to aim and fire. But some small thing held her back, she searched for what it was. She had killed Evan, but it was dire and somehow, some small part of her thought she could escape without absolutely having to kill him. Now she had to kill this guy, she had to because in her chest, she wanted to. And she found him surprisingly calm, ready to accept his fate, but not without a glare on his face, ready to drag her down to hell with him if he ever had a chance. She aimed and fired, shooting him in the forehead, his head falling back with blood flying every which way. She stared down at the body she created. Somehow, in her head …show more content…

She had since patched up the wound that she felt oddly prideful over, but wouldn't admit it. She had time to herself after her daily work routine, walking down to the local 24/7 store to pick up some drinks for the a night of movies and drinking alone. On her way back she ran into Michael. She was taken aback for a second, not only because it was odd to see a man like him among the residents of Sandy Shores, but also because it brought her back to what seemed like forever ago. Seeing him only with a gun in his hands and dragging her out of a bar she had been destined to die in. Seeing him again brought a strange mix of anxiety and gratitude inside her. Michael was the first to speak, seeming about as surprised to see her as she was him, “Wow, glad to see your still alive.” She couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile, “Yeah, I'm surprised as you are. What are you doing here?” She paused for a second before speaking again, “Trevor, right?” He gave a short laugh, “Yeah, Trevor.” He sighed, apparently his situation not as humorous as he tried to play it off, “He fucked up really bad, we have to stay here for awhile until everything calms down in Los

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