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Mar. 25th, 2005 06:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geeky_agent"If you're going to get any kind of justice or revenge, this will have to be the place," Jack says as he stands across from her in her room at Milliways.
And then Chris is yelling at him. Words that she can't make out but that wound him anyway. She has something heavy in her hand -- the fireplace poker. In a quick movement she broadsides him with it and sends Jack to the floor. He looks up at her, blue eyes stunned and blood coming from his ear.
"Stop it - You're hurting him," a voice calls from the doorway. It's Kim.
But she doesn't stop.
Chris kicks him in the stomach, sending him on his back, choking and coughing. She kneels down on him, one knee on the ground and one knee in his stomach. Her hands around his neck she squeezes as hard as she can. Trying to hit his head on the floor. Even though he doesn't fight her, his back tightens and she can't hit his head as hard as she wants.
"Stop it - Chrissy, please," a different voice calls from the doorway. It's Caiti.
But she won't stop.
His body was weakening, his muscles relaxing. Jack's face is purple, mouth a whitish blue. The veins in his neck bulging against her hands, feeling like they're going to explode. His eyes bloodshot and watering. He was fighting for air and losing.
"Stop it -- look what you're doing," her own voice calls from the doorway.
But she can't stop.
One final wring of her hands and his head meets the floor with a loud crack. Jack stops fighting, he stops moving. The dark blood pours from his nose and pools around the back of his head.
"No," she whispers, "Oh, God."
The panic rising in her as she tries to stop the blood. As she tries to resuscitate him. "Please be ok," she whispers even though nothing works. All breathing and movement has stopped. He's dead.
She starts crying, choked sobs coming from her throat. She wipes her hand on her shirt, trying to get the blood off and looks for a way out of the room. She can't go out the door - people are out there. They'll see her and know what she's done.
"What have you done?" someone asks and she looks up it's her dad. The look on his face is a mixture of disgust and horror.
Suddenly everyone is in the room -- everyone she's met at Milliways and her family. She can't see them all but she know they're there. Looking at her, whispering about her. Everyone knows and she can't hide her crime.
"I'm sorry," she whimpers to her dad but he just turns his back on her and walks out of the room. Leaving her alone to the crowd that's gathered.
She wakes up from her dream and feels a tear slide down her cheek. Chris rolls over on her side and clutches a pillow to her.
And then Chris is yelling at him. Words that she can't make out but that wound him anyway. She has something heavy in her hand -- the fireplace poker. In a quick movement she broadsides him with it and sends Jack to the floor. He looks up at her, blue eyes stunned and blood coming from his ear.
"Stop it - You're hurting him," a voice calls from the doorway. It's Kim.
But she doesn't stop.
Chris kicks him in the stomach, sending him on his back, choking and coughing. She kneels down on him, one knee on the ground and one knee in his stomach. Her hands around his neck she squeezes as hard as she can. Trying to hit his head on the floor. Even though he doesn't fight her, his back tightens and she can't hit his head as hard as she wants.
"Stop it - Chrissy, please," a different voice calls from the doorway. It's Caiti.
But she won't stop.
His body was weakening, his muscles relaxing. Jack's face is purple, mouth a whitish blue. The veins in his neck bulging against her hands, feeling like they're going to explode. His eyes bloodshot and watering. He was fighting for air and losing.
"Stop it -- look what you're doing," her own voice calls from the doorway.
But she can't stop.
One final wring of her hands and his head meets the floor with a loud crack. Jack stops fighting, he stops moving. The dark blood pours from his nose and pools around the back of his head.
"No," she whispers, "Oh, God."
The panic rising in her as she tries to stop the blood. As she tries to resuscitate him. "Please be ok," she whispers even though nothing works. All breathing and movement has stopped. He's dead.
She starts crying, choked sobs coming from her throat. She wipes her hand on her shirt, trying to get the blood off and looks for a way out of the room. She can't go out the door - people are out there. They'll see her and know what she's done.
"What have you done?" someone asks and she looks up it's her dad. The look on his face is a mixture of disgust and horror.
Suddenly everyone is in the room -- everyone she's met at Milliways and her family. She can't see them all but she know they're there. Looking at her, whispering about her. Everyone knows and she can't hide her crime.
"I'm sorry," she whimpers to her dad but he just turns his back on her and walks out of the room. Leaving her alone to the crowd that's gathered.
She wakes up from her dream and feels a tear slide down her cheek. Chris rolls over on her side and clutches a pillow to her.
