forum One-on-one (@PPT_SupremeMonarchOfTheAntColony)

Started July 06, 2018 by @HawkMan

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Though she still seemed suspicious, she opened her door a little wider, allowing the two inside. Juliette smiled again, and slipped past her.

Drew did the same, examining the place quickly, "Would you prefer us do it in the kitchen or…?"

"Eh, let's go in there, yeah," she said offhandedly, wandering in that direction.

"Wonderful," Drew followed her to the kitchen.

Juliette reached into the small bag she was carrying, producing the syringe. "Would you sit down, please?"
"Nah," Tiffany said, aloof, casually pulling a gun from a bowl of fruit and aiming it at Drew and Juliette.

"Ma'am, if you could please put down the gun," Drew said, raising his hands in defence.

"I don't think so," she sneered. "I knew one of these days you'd come, so I prepared. I knew it'd be the fuzz, or he'd send some of his goonies after me –"

"Ma'am, I-I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. But- but if you could please put down the gun." He said, his voice shaking.

(Him: Put the gun down
Her:
http://rs829.pbsrc.com/albums/zz216/Peacefulrain09/TV%20Shows/Animated%20TV%20Shows/Family%20Guy/FamGuy9_250.gif~c200 )

(Yeah, pretty much XD

"No!" she shouted, jerking the gun in their direction. "Y'think I'm gonna fall for this? I'm not gonna let you lock me up, or throw me in a river somewhere like a fucking piece of garbage!" She put her finger on the trigger.

"M-ma'am, That- that isn't what, I-I, We don't, We don't know what is going on." He took a step backwards.

She tracked this movement, and Juliette immediately tackled her, both of them falling to the floor. She kicked the gun out of Tiffany's hands, and the woman howled and started beating at her wildly.

"Shit," Drew said under his breath and lunged for the gun. He picked it up and aimed it a Tiffany. "Stop!"

With a loud screech, she threw both hands over her head, and Juliette stood up, wincing.

"You good?" He asked Juliette, keeping his eyes on Tiffany.

"Fine," she answered, brushing herself off. She picked up the syringe, which she had put down before she had tackled Tiffany. "What now?"

"Do it," Drew moved forward until the gun was only a few inches away from Tiffany.

Clutching the syringe, she stepped closer to Tiffany, and knelt down beside her.
"Please, please…" she whimpered from behind her hands, and Juliette's throat felt tight.
Without hesitation, she grasped the woman's shoulder, and jammed the needle into her neck. She pressed the plunger, and Tiffany lowered her hands.
Her eyes were full of fear, before they went blank.

"Is she…?" He asked, slowly lowering the gun.

"Yeah," she said. Her voice cracked, and she glanced around, trying to blink the tears from her eyes. She stood up, and got the body bag.

"Right," He stood up and started to pick Tiffany up. He put her in the body bag.

"River?"

"Yep," He started lifting the body bag, "Car?"

"I'll go get it," she offered, and walked out.