A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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Chapter 43: Safe
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Iris squeezed Arthur's cold hand and smiled warmly at his funny, yet charming face...then, suddenly, she felt a strange shock of deja vu surge through her body like a current of electricity through water and it nearly made her gasp. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as if forgot where she was and she looked down and saw Arthur Fleck and felt a strange relief seeing that his lustrous green eyes open and still looking at her, but she didn't understand why they wouldn't be....
"What?", he asked, softly, as he tried to sit up on his elbows.
Iris shook her head, sighed and said, "No, nothing. You think you can go into the store with me?"
Arthur sniffed, cleared his throat, smiled at her, shrugged his shoulders and simply replied, "Yeah"
"Okay then", she laughed, as she pulled him up to his unstable feet yet again.
"I think I can walk", he said, but soon after he said that, Iris had to grab his arm to stop him from stumbling.
Iris pulled him to her side and said, "Oh my god, you are impossible"
Iris just pulled him and said, "Come on, you idiot"
As the shady looking couple approached the corner store, Iris stopped when she got to the door. She froze when she saw the customer that was standing at the counter. It was a police officer. She knew she had to to leave immediately, so she dragged Arthur away from the store and luckily enough as they got to the sidewalk the taxi was going by and Iris frantically waved her free arm in the air. She glanced over her shoulder and the cop was still in the store and felt relieved when the cab stopped for them.
"Iris...Where are we g-going?", he asked, leaning into the nape of her neck; his eyes nearly closed now. He was ready for sleep.
Iris didn't have time to answer, so she brought him to the cab.
"Arthur, come on let's in the taxi, baby", she said as she pushed him in.
The cab driver was a swarthy looking man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and as soon as Arthur's glassy eyes saw that cigarette he wanted to snatch it out of his mouth and smoke it. As Iris forced Arthur into the backseat, she saw the cabbie staring at him through the rearview mirror and it made her nervous.
