𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐲 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 ✩ 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝗼𝐧

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𝐬𝗼𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐮𝗺𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐟𝗼𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝗼𝐩𝐥𝐞

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They both dressed head to toe in black.

"Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan."

Their plan was simple, their future set.

"He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah"

They barely shared a word as they strode to school, guns concealed within their coats.

"He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things
I don't even know what"

Ruby's mind was lost, torn with grief and vengeance.

Tate felt nothing, his eyes were darker than ever; deep pools of emptiness.

Ruby and Tate had stashed their bags in his back garden- ready to be collected before they ran away.

"But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you"

She was ready to feel happy again. More ready than she had ever been.

She'd left Kathy a scrawled note, saying only a few words that she thought necessary.

Kathy,
thank you, i will remember your kindness forever. and i'm sorry, too. you'll know why. don't try find us.

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"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun"

Ruby found herself relishing in their fear- the barrel of her gun pointed at their heads as they ran.

Of course they weren't fast enough.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet"

Of course there was collateral damage.

And of course the two didn't care.

All that was left in the world was them. The only thing they felt was their loyalty to each other.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun"

Soon they heard the sirens.

The police.

The ambulance service.

Even the fire department.

And so they dropped their guns and ran, hand in hand, back to Tate's house.

The S.W.A.T were on their way.

There wasn't much time.

They grabbed their bags, taking off their coats and changing clothes.

Over the fence they went, running for their lives through the city.

Soon they came to the ocean.

They would head down south.

The plan was to reach Mexico.

They prepared the ship hastily, pulling out the harbour and into the sea as quickly as they could.

The police would soon be at the docks- having no leads to any public transport used, this would be their next stop.

The wind whipped at Ruby's hair as a single salty tear ran down her cheek.

She couldn't tell whether it was out of sadness, joy, or if she just had something in her eye.

Tate was at the wheel, his face blank as he cranked up the engine, straining the ship to go at full speed.

They had lots of spare fuel on board.

They had everything planned.

Ruby gazed at the ghosts.

They looked displeased, disappointed.

"What's wrong?" She asked them.

And for the first time ever, they spoke.

"You've given in to the devil."

And suddenly so much made sense.

It made sense all too late.

Kaleb wouldn't ever have the guts to be so cruel.

He was a horrible guy, but not insane.

Of course.

Of course.

Of course it was Tate.

It was him.

He wanted Ruby to never leave him.

She remembered overhearing a conversation he'd had with Ben Harmon.

"What's that thing you think I'm afraid of?" Tate had asked. "Fear of rejection?"

Her heart was caught in her throat, and she began to wretch.

She leant over the side of the boat, emptying her stomach into the sea.

And as she looked up, she saw the flashing lights on the horizon.

It was too late.

Too late.

But she still loved Tate.

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