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"lacy, oh lacy, it's like you are out to get me, you poison every little thing that i do." -olivia rodrigo
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LACEY LOCKE WAS HOLDING A GUN. And everyone was frozen in front of her in fear, except for Michael, who was in a heap of blood at Vienna's feet.
Because she'd shot him, Agent Locke had shot Michael, twice. It had to have been a mistake, right? She'd seen that he was holding a weapon, and she'd reacted, because that's what she had been trained to do.
There is no way that Locke, sweet mentor Locke, would ever shoot anyone.
"Cassie, Vienna, stay back." Dean mumbles, but tears had sprung to Vienna's eyes faster than they had in years, kneeling next to Michael.
"No, Cassie, don't listen to him. And Vienna, stand up. You look ridiculous." Locke snaps, eyes glued on Vienna, who was attempting to help Michael, though he was very clearly unconscious.
Vienna's quiet cries were drowned out by Dean and Locke's words.
"Michael, Michael. Please." Vienna cries, praying that Michael would magically spring back to life and crack some sort of joke. She couldn't lose him. Not her Michael, not before he was hers.
He couldn't die, she wouldn't let him.
"Shut up, Vienna." Locke snaps, crossing the room to get closer to Dean.
Vienna's eyes narrow. "Don't hurt him." Tears fell from her eyes onto Michael's blue shirt which was now sopping in blood.
Locke didn't pay any sort of attention to Vienna, as her eyes were locked in on Dean.
"Are you a killer, Dean?" She asks, her eyes wide. "We always wondered, Director Sterling was hesitant to fund the program because he knew what you came from, who you came from."
Dean's jaw hardens, but he tried not show any anger, considering that Locke had a gun angled at him.
"It's your greatest fear, what you always think about. So really, how long will it take for you to become just like your daddy?"
Arms as steady as ever, Dean pulled the trigger, but he was too late. Locke was on him. She shoved his gun to the side, causing the bullet to fly so close to Cassie's face that she could feel the heat on her face.
