Taking Matt Whitteker Down

Nick

"So where does it begin?
Our ending.. and how should it end?

Me pondering all this alone didn't seem to work. I'm not good at plans, the concept was hung precariously over my head, ever reminding and chastising.
I'm not good at planning. Could it be more obvious?

Nick had pointed it out of course. Mom too. Dad on the other hand wasn't one for plans. I guess that's somewhere to blame.

And as I stood in there. Too overwhelmed to feel or speak.
It just occurred to me.

A thought so random yet I felt is too important to let pass.

Rose has always been into younger guys." Katrina lifted her head. Her lips frowning yet her eyes beamed. It's where the scales were tipped. 

"It's where our differences start.

I was putting two on two, and at least it was justified, concrete! And most importantly coming from me... and in the middle of a trust crisis you tend to cherish that. Amplify it...

Bu my thoughts were rather interrupted by the sound of a gunshot "

//

The sudden shot echoed through the cellar. The shock rendering everyone motionless.

Katrina searched her body for a wound. Quite positive she felt it, she just needed to know exactly where. Her hands patted over her body feeling for liquid. This time around she was shot. No way around it. A loud thud by the door distracted her from her aimless searching.

To her right, Mr Whitteker pushed the chair back, standing up in alarm: what the hell do you think you're doing?!!
His angry voice bellowed.

:now I get your full attention. Murphy answered, more calm. Holding the gun between steady fingers.

The cellar looked too small now.
Between the big safe behind Murphy and the long, angular table in front of him.
The two leather chairs to her right with the portly mayor covering the furnished compartment.
There were also something sinister about the wine cabinets which ran across the walls.
It felt too claustrophobic..
The door was blocked from her sight.
It was too small and too crowded.

Katrina first examined Nick, other than the usual paleness to his skin nothing seemed to be wrong with him.
Her eyes then darted to Matt, not a scratch on him! She noticed he was inching towards his father inconspicuously.

Seeming to catch that as well, Murphy, with a daunting gaze. Called him out on it.

Katrina's attention then shifted to the body sprawled by the door. Sully. He was still breathing.

Her forhead was sweating copiously. She felt warm and cold at once. There was a snap drawing her attention. She just couldn't tell where to look. He was still alive! Someone should call an ambulance! Another snap!
Murphy was yelling at her.
What did he want? Was he going to kill her too?
She's too cold.
And a snap!

:GRAB HIS GUN!
Murphy's words were brought into focus.
What?
She looked back at Sully. He was still alive.. His hand moving to pull out his own gun at a snail's pace.

:KATY. Murphy had pressed.
Don't call me that! She frowned. Pulled to the present by Nick's attempt at accomplishing the deed instead of her.
Now you want to be bold! she criticized internally.

And as Sully's fingers pulled the gun from the strap, Katrina was left with no option but to beat Nick for it.

Too heavy.. shaky hands held the gun.
Her eyes pulled back to Murphy. What now?

//

"Have you guessed it?" Katrina asked the DA.

"Who the piper is I mean" She clarified. Not intending to give him the minute to answer, she's not hosting a games show!

"I'm sorry for your loss..." Katrina then dimpled pleased with her hint.

Which unfortunately elicited no reaction from the DA, she sighed in resignation and continued.

"I realize I have mislead you earlier. But see I wanted you to see it from my perspective.
-my slow, too thick to function- perspective.

Shitstorms escalate rather quickly!
And a party of five splits unevenly. "