Taking Matt Whitteker Down

Revelations

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:Look at us Nick. There is a movie out there with our names on it, 'cause this isn't real.

She sighed, wrapping back her half-eaten burger and was rewarded with total silence.

Nick lifting his head from his phone gazed at her quietly, answering after awhile.
:pinch yourself then.

She closed her eyes doing exactly that.

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"The revelation was a stab at my back.
Yet the suspicion there from the start.

Not about Nick. Never about Nick.
Matt's death had felt off"

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:See my girl right there... she gave me this brilliant present. Murphy had started. All too proud of himself. This is where it all ends. Or rather begins!

But to his annoyance, Katrina had recoverd from the shock, with fingers seemingly pinching her own skin she quickly regained her backbone.

:what the hell!!
With large long steps, she pushed Nick's chest forcefully, taking everyone by surprise.

Even the nimble Sully didn't see it coming.

Not yet.. Murphy thought. Couldn't you have waited for my show and tell to be over?

Nick, steadying himself wasn't willing to talk just yet.
Leaving the tedious task to his bestfriend.

:don't act so surprised! You're the one who went out of her way to ask for his help!
Matt so arrogantly provided.

Katrina with widening eyes, didn't take long to sneer back.

She was going to attack, Murphy just knew.

:enough! Enough!
He screamed at the youngsters.

:it's getting ridiculous!
He mumbled, pinching his nose.

:let's not forget the task at hand. Alright??
With no one objecting, Murphy was glad to pivot back to his source of glee.

But Katrina was halfway crying now, she can't take this. She thought she might. But noooo she's not built for it.
Nick was fooling her from the start? All this goody act to throw her off? Why? How was she-

:why would it matter if I thought he's dead?
She asked to no one in particular.

Matt felt the need to answer that question:because you're a witch who's out for blood!

He wasn't purposely trying to be mean. She made his life so fu*king hard. Murphy's treatment irritates him as well. And it doesn't help that his dad doesn't do anything about it.

:fu*k you.. you spineless brick. if you fu*king owned up to it. And apologized-

:apologized for WHAT? I told you I didn't do nothing-

:Alright.. alright.
Murphy yelled for the second time :alright!

:one more word from you and I'm emptying this glock in your gut. And I can't promise the slugs won't be real this time.
Murphy warned Matt with the gun pointed at him to stress on his words.

He saw Sully's hands move. Matt flinch. And the Mayor's glass shake just a bit. He wasn't going to do it. Won't they relax?

:and you. He turned the gun haphazardly towards the broken girl. She looked helpless. Even if all she did was cower. She never seemed really scared.

This time. She seemed different.

:you shouldn't be too so surprised... he repeated Matt's words.
:I warned you about him. He added.
In his peripheral vision, he could see that Sully has lowered his defenses enough to make his strike. First. You eliminate the threat.

: I warned a lot of people about a lot of things. Too bad none of ya listenes.