REESE

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          Pain ripped-through Roman's shoulder, each movement absolutely-agonizing! Roman grit his teeth, dragged himself into the hallway, and called-out for Reese; luckily, Stu was long-gone. Reese peered-around a corner, her one blue eye and her one brown eye effectively-engulfed in large, dark bruises, a pool of blood at her feet! Reese and Roman locked-eyes... before grinning? ... grinning?

          Reese winced, "... damn."

         "... damn, indeed."

          "... damn."

          "... damn."

         A series of coughs erupted from Reese's throat, drops of blood violently-splattering into her hands while fresh tears rolled-down her cheeks. Reese sighed, thinking-about just what took place earlier that, same night -- oh, boy. Loomis, Reese shook her head. isn't gonna like this. The Duo exchanged a knowing glance before turning-towards the large, double doors leading-out to the back patio.

        Billy had had a messy run-in with the cops about an hour prior following a failed attempt at a certain someone's parasitic life -- ... you all know who. --, which didn't go unnoticed. It was most-definitely fixable. It was most-definitely fixable, and was (actively) being worked-on when another, certain someone (rudely)-interrupted shortly-after midnight and prolonged everything! What in the Hell?

      Reese and Roman don't live all-too far from the Police Station at all, which would make a nice walk into a go-to. However, Reese and Roman (usually) aren't worn-down, experiencing semi-substantial blood loss from numerous knife-inflicted -- ... ironic. -- wounds scattered-about their bodies and red-hot thoughts scattered-about their minds, making for one crippling combination in a sense.

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Randy carefully closed the curtains, his throat drier than that roast from earlier tonight and his heart pounding. But, Randy would never admit that that roast was dry... for some obvious reasons — namely, his mother's feelings. No one wanted to be the one to hurt her! Randy slumped-down onto the floor.

             Reese and Roman both lived in a large, white house with a white door nearby. But, Randy could have  sworn that there was... red splattered-onto that exact, same door when he'd passed-by during his jog. Paint? Paint? It just didn't make any sense, especially because Roman wouldn't leave a mess front and center like that.

       

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                  ... this, Roman just swallowed some more blood that rose in his throat. blows. Blood oozed-from his wounds (albeit slower!) while he limped-alongside Reese towards the Police Station. Blood oozed-from her wounds (albeit slower!) while she stumbled-alongside Roman towards the Police Station. Blood oozed from their wounds (albeit slower!) and knowing that that blood was their blood most-definitely annoyed them beyond belief — it should never be their blood being spilled! At all!

                   Roman wheezed, "... are... are we there yet?"

                   "... almost."

                   "... this place feels further than it is."

                   "... yeah, it sure does. But, we're almost there — just a little further down this damn road."

                    "Billy still over there?"
 
                    "... yeah, he sure is." Reese paused. "... so is Mr. Loomis. But, he doesn't speak all-that much these days."