Gabe's Pov:
"can't believe i'm doing this..."
holding the slim blade as motioning his great friend to approach, swallowing as nerves buzzed throughout his body, facing the big door among them.
Trish: "I'm ready when you are....."
*"So....step one...break in. two beat the shit out of Miguel. three...be a hero and save the helpless Jasmine...."*
Thinking in though before he stood softly creaking the wooden door at a peak, seeing the room fill with dim lights of glowing candles, shifting the gaze to the big desk, soon pulling trish in with him as they softly searched the room.
"Sooo...he's not here...?"
trish: "I-I think..so..."
"mmm...go get jasmine...i'll find....him.."
trish: "O-ok...be s-safe...please..."
Giving her a hug tightly not wanting to let go before hearing the short wheeze, letting go as he messed with her hair smiling
"We can do this....see you soon.."
walking around the corner analyzing his surroundings as he softly disappeared.
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Trisha's POV:
**40 MINTUES LATER**
huffs softly as she went the other way, walking down the familiar hallway to the white glossy door, pressing the fingertips at the glazed knob whispering softly.
"J-Jasmine....?"
her ears alarmed from the quiet ringing of the quiet building, her eyes glancing every now and then...very quiet feeling the soft beat of her heart.
"H-hello?!..jasmine I'm h-here to save..yo-"
*CRASH*
"..."
her heart increased, beating against her chest, turning her viewpoint at the distance soon running towards another loud crashing bang, following into the kitchen of the scenery, gasping for her breath her eyes not leaving at the gory sight, her nostrils curl sensing the pure rotten of death.
"....!!..N-NO...!!"
blood...everywhere...gazing with her blurry vision from the wet sobbing cries of soaked tears, slowly getting on her knees screaming his name as his body twitched roughly against the bloody tiles, she softly examined counting each deep stab wound from the distance, drifting down to find his stomach, split. Guts piling out to the side as she soon stared above him, her eyes widen seeing the pain in her knees and head.
"Y-YOU..D-did..t-tthis..?!!.."
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The Dirty Truth.
Ngẫu nhiên"Where do we go from here?.." he'd asked, scratching the back of his neck, gazing gently with question. She'd kneeled examining the dead corpse, before swiftly taking the rifle, clicking with a load she stood with a glare. "...Not sure, but lets kic...
