Although Shaina and Briana were at a serious disadvantage, Shaina was relentless in trying to talk Allison out of it.
"Allison! Don't do this! You have been brainwashed! Put the gun down, and you can still have a life!" Shaina bargains as Allison forces them to go up the stairs to the second floor, their arms still raised in surrender.
But Allison scoffs at Shaina's attempts and starts mocking her, "Oh, save it, Thisbē!
You were sooooo easy! All I've heard is that 'she's so worthy' or 'my greatest foe',
blah blah blah!"
Allison nudges them in the back with the barrel of the shotgun to make them walk faster, "I bust out the pouty lips and puffy eyes; you fell for every neo-romantic cliche in the book!"
All these techniques were taught to Allison in her Romantic History class, no doubt.
Allison instructs the duo to approach the double doors at the end of the hall and open it.
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Upon opening the doors, they see two matching chairs facing a desk, where a mysterious figure sat. The man was wearing a dark suit with a black fedora. He was leaning back in his desk chair facing away from the duo, but Shaina could see that he was sipping chocolate milk through a straw. Even though they couldn't see his face, they knew who he was.
Allison pushes them into the room when the duo wouldn't budge from the doorway.
"Go on! Sit!" Allison encourages them to sit in the matching set of arm chairs, by waving the end of the shotgun in their faces.
Shaina and Briana hesitantly sit down in the prepared seats. Once they were seated, Allison shackled both of their wrists to the arm rests with pipe. How ironic.
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Police officers surrounded the entire house and were scouting for any indication of an entrance.
"There's no way in! This place is like Fort Knox!" An officer informs Lassiter of their lack of progress.
O'Hara runs up to Lassiter with a folded paper, "Carlton! This was in the mailbox!"
She passes the note to the head detective who skims his eyes over the message.
After reading it, he crumples it up and throws it on the ground, "Son of a bitch!"
"Call for the RAM!" Henry demands impatiently.
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"That'll just about do it." Allison exclaims when she's satisfied with her work.
She smiled at Yin, who was facing away from her,
"I'd like to thank Mr. Yin for letting me open up for him tonight. It's been a blast."
Allison the turns to Shaina and Bri who were tied down to their respective chairs, "I've got t-shirts and iron-ons for sale in the lobby."
"Do you remember the precise moment when you realized you were a complete psychopath?" Shaina remarks sarcastically.
Briana looks to her partner incredulously, as she didn't want to upset Allison, "Shae!"
"No, I'm interested. Was it gradual, or did you just wake up one morning, look in the mirror, and see the chimp from Monkey Shines?" Shaina sneers.
"Ms. Cowley, you're excused..."
Everyone redirects their attention to Yin, who said his demands lowly.
Allison's eyes widen, but suddenly turn into rage, "What?! No way am I missing this! I did everything you asked me to! I was perfect! I deserve this!"
"I won't ask again..." Yin's decision was final.
Not wanting to disobey her master, Allison grinds her teeth, takes her shotgun, and leaves the room without another word.
Shaina and Briana were left alone in the presence of Yin.
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Our Mind Palace // Sherlock BBC|Psych USA
FanfictionIn which Sherlock finds out he isn't the only Consulting Detective (with a sidekick) in the world. ~~~~~ "Sherlock isn't the sentimental type in any way. But he shows that he cares in different ways. Arguably very crazy ways, but I love crazy. That'...
