@amber_is_in_a_loop
(I kinda want this to escalate, can we let it?)
(I kinda want this to escalate, can we let it?)
Marco sighs and creates an ice gun, he then aims it at his temple.
(I kinda want this to escalate, can we let it?)
(Working on it.)
(sure i mean what creates drama more than witnessing murder, followed by nearly being murdered, after a day and night of nearly dying?)
Marco sighs and creates an ice gun, he then aims it at his temple.
Althea frowns. "What the fuck, Marco. Put it away."
"Don't worry Althea," I say sternly, feeling the abnormal seriousness in my voice, "A gun needs more than ice to work. It's just a prop."
Marco looks over at Alastair, "you're smart." Marco then turns the gun into a knife and holds it against his throat," this doesn't."
"Put the fucking thing down!" Althea slammed it out of his hand.
Marco smiles and starts to laugh hysterically. "It was fun when it lasted," he slurred. The alcohol was finally taking effect.
"Marco…" Althea says hysterically. "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!?"
I stand up, fury flowing like blood, "Marco. Seriously? When it's not that illness you get or some people literally trying to kill us, it's you. Why? Why with the knife against my throat? The punch against Althea?" I say pointing at her, "Fuck, why can't you realise that we would never try to kill you cause in the 24 hours I've known you, I care about you and Althea more than I have anyone since Aiden died!" I take off my shoe and throw it towards him but miss, I shuffle on one foot taking off the other shoe.
(wee bit late.)
(as per)
Marco looks over at Alastair, "you're smart." Marco then turns the gun into a knife and holds it against his throat," this doesn't."
(I meant that he put the knife against his own throat.)
(Yeah I know, 'yesterday' Marco put a knife against Alastairs in that office remember? I can't believe all this has been in 2 days.)
I stand up, fury flowing like blood, "Marco. Seriously? When it's not that illness you get or some people literally trying to kill us, it's you. Why? Why with the knife against my throat? The punch against Althea?" I say pointing at her, "Fuck, why can't you realise that we would never try to kill you cause in the 24 hours I've known you, I care about you and Althea more than I have anyone since Aiden died!" I take off my shoe and throw it towards him but miss, I shuffle on one foot taking off the other shoe.
Althea whips around to look at him. "Aiden!? Oh great, we're all fucking heartbroken! Marco's a criminal, I'm dying and Alastair's boyfriend is dead. THIS IS FREAKING GREAT!"
(Oh, yeah. I remember.)
"You're fucking heartbroken too?" Marco asks Althea.
I stay quiet, looking at Althea while still holding my shoe.
"What?" she snaps at Alastair.
Marco stops laughing. "Who was Adien?"
"Nothing." I whisper, dropping the shoe and walking to the door of the warehouse. I prop it open with my foot, carefully looking outside, the rain hangs heavy.
"Nope, no. We're all confessing, right here and right now."
"Ask me anything," Marco stands and starts to pace the room again.
"Why are you being chased down?"
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