The whole world seemed to be in slow motion. Ransom snatching the knife off the circular rack, grabbing my shoulder, us falling to the floor, and him stabbing the knife into my chest. Or so he thought. The knife's blade, wasn't real. As soon as it hit my chest, it contracted into the handle. I can feel Ransom breathing heavily on my face and a drop of barf falls on my forehead from previous events. The look on his face is pure confusion, and regret.
"Shit-" he says as Detective Lieutenant Elliot and Trooper Wagner pull him off of me.
I lay there in shock, and relief. I'm alive. Thank you Harlan.
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FanfictionThis is a Knives out Fan fiction of Marta and Ransom. It takes place after the movie, so if you haven't seen it, I suggest you do before reading! I hope you enjoy!
