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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Once the gun dropped to the floor, with a heavy thud, where Arthur's blood was beginning to pool by his around his torso the officers carefully approached him. He kicked the gun to the side, sending it sliding into the hall, where Johnny's useless corpse laid, slowly beginning to rot, and put his hands behind his head. He knew it was over. He had had his fun...
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Arthur was laying helplessly, bleeding on the floor. He was on laying curled up on his side; his hair covering his face. A very shaky hand lifted up slightly and that's when Arthur felt one of the officers kick him right in the gut. Arthur gritted his teeth, trying not to shout out in agony.
"F-fuck...", he sharply whispered to himself, as he began to weakly retch from the harsh kick he had just taken to his belly. He. Began to cough and gurgle on his own blood that was now seeping from his mouth, making him choke and sputter. He spat onto the floor as he coughed up some blood and his foggy eyes watched as the blood from his dying body spattered onto the floor beside his head.
He retched and coughed weakly before he felt like he saw the little black specks again, obstruct his already blurred vision.
Before Arthur could even attempt to take another breath he was being held down, his belly on the floor and his hands being yanked behind his back.
Two officers had quickly jumped on his limp body before he could even attenpt to move again, pullin his arms behind his back. It was two of them and one of them was on his back, holding him down, with his knee, and it was pressing into Arthur's spine, making him release an involuntary whimper.
The pain he was in was unbearable and when he felt the officer press his knee into Arthur's back, he let out a scream. It was a weak and weary scream, but a scream of agony nonetheless. Arthur was practically seeing stars at this point.
