We'll Kill For Justice (Ended)

Tyler

"Who do you think we'll have to off next?" Con asked, leaning against the counter.

I felt myself pause for a second. That was something I actually had to think about. There was a number of people that the police wanted us to off. That was our job after all. To try and pick a name out of that list was hard.

"Not sure." I stated with a slight sigh. "But whoever it is will have to be an active killer. Not someone who is laying low. They defiantly what us to hit the active targets first." I finish as I finished the last dish.

Drying my hands, I then turn to Con with a smile.

"What about you? Do you have any thoughts on to who we might have to off?" I question.

Con

"What about you? Do you have any thoughts on who we might have to off?" Tyler asks with a smile.

I shrug, returning the smirk.

"No clue, again." He says. "But I agree with you about the active target thing."

I sigh, looking down.

"Maybe it'll be someone interesting." He looks at Tyler. "Someone who will make this fun."

"Maybe it'll be someone interesting." Con looks at me. "Someone who will make this fun."

"Do you mean like the last guy?" I say with a light smirk. "or someone who is even more interesting and challenging?"

At that comment, my eyes jester to his foot. He automatically understands the, Please go sit down and I'll get you some ice, look. Hobbling his way into the living room, I began to fix a pack of ice. After about a minute, I have it ready and walking into the living room to find that he already had is foot propped on the table in front of the couch. Gently, I do a quick check and then place the ice on his ankle.

Con

Sighing, I walk into the living room and prop my ankle up, letting her re-examine it and set the ice over it. I'm tempted to recoil at first, but stop myself, the cold seeping throughout my whole ankle.

That's kind of its purpose, Con.

"Not as extreme as this time." I answer her question. "But something similar, without as much trouble though."

He studies her.

"What do you want next to be like?"

Tyler

"What do you want next to be like?"

"Well," I start. "I guess in a way I kind of agree with the challenge part. But I think that it would be interesting if the killer had a goal. Most, if not all, have a type. Whether it be long hair, short build or eye color. I just think it would be interesting to have someone who is maybe trying to reach a certain person and has to get rid of the people around them first in order to get to them." I finished thoughtfully.

He seemed to consider what I said because he got quiet for a second. Suddenly laughing could be heard from outside. Getting up and walking to the nearest window, I look out to see Sean and Becky playing basketball. She has a broken rib and she's playing basketball. That pain killer must have worked wonders. I turn towards Con who kind of has a sour look on his face. I give him my brightest smile to try and cheer him up.

Spoiler

Is Tyler up for love? If so, what would you say to her and Con?

Con

I want to be outside...

Tyler smiles brighter than I've seen her and I can't help but smile back, having to look away to find the mood I was in before.

"Why do you do that?" I ask.

Spoiler

Yep. I think that Con and her would be cute.

Tyler

"Why do you do that?" Con randomly asked.

"And what exactly am I doing?" I asked while cocking my head to the side every so slightly.

"That."

"And that is...?" I asked.

He paused at my question. I had a feeling I knew what he was taking about, but I also wanted to hear him say if for himself. While he sat there I studied him. He was defiantly attractive. That was only a bonus, the fact that I was comfortable around him and was happy around him is what counted. I came to a shocking realization that I really trusted Con.

Spoiler

Me too!

Con

"And that is...?"

Tyler studies me as I let the question simmer, and I wonder what she's thinking. My eyes nonchallantly scan over her features and I see the wheels turning in her head.

"You're always brightening everyone else." I say. "You're always worried about everyone else, caring for everyone else. Why do you do that?"

Spoiler

What happened to everyone?

Tyler

"You're always brightening everyone else." Con says. "You're always worried about everyone else, caring for everyone else. Why do you do that?"

"Honesty, not really sure." I replay with a sheepish grin. I can feel myself getting tired so I decide to take a seat. Walking over to the couch, I sit cross legged facing toward Con. "If had to guess, I would say that I got if from my mother. Since she was a doctor and all."

Spoiler

I have no idea...

Con

Tyler sits across from me, sheepishly smiling. I nod at her response and look down, taking a deep breath.

"Well, it's a good thing." I say, looking at her. "We need someone like you with everything that happens to us."

My eyes set on my ankle again.

Tyler

"Well, it's a good thing." Con states, looking at me. "We need someone like you with everything that happens to us." He eyes the wander toward his ankle.

"Happy to be of assistance."

I was about the ask Con another question when suddenly there were very three loud and rushed knocks at the door. Con and me look at each other thinking the same thing, The Squad. Swiftly I get up and answer the door. As soon as the door opens, one very large man shoves past me, almost knocking me over. Lucky I was able to catch myself.

"You." he said while pointing at me. "Go fetch the others."

At a measured pace I walk to the door that leads outside. By this point Becky and Sean look like they are having and indebted conversation.

"Hey guys!" I shout. "Squad's here!"

(Sean and Becky we'ren't fighting, it was Sean and Andrea. I can work off that though)

Becky

Trying to seperate Sean and Andrea's fight had just gotten me into one. Yukki or whoever the heck she thought she was right now flounced off, and I turned back to Sean.

"I hope she turns up missing someday." I scowled in her direction. Bitch. If Tyler weren't here I felt like I'd have to parent everyone, an I was the last one in any position to do that.

Before Sean could respond, I heard someone yell that the squad was here. It didn't seem to register with him, so I put my hand on his arm gently.

"Come on, report time." We both walked towards the small house. I opened the door to find two officers sitting in our living room, with everyone else huddled around the small table.

"Our time is limitied today, so we don't have time for interviews," the larger officer said, "but I'd appreciate it if one of you would give us a quick brief." I had always thought the phrase quick brief, characteristic to the officers, was rather ironic.

"We left here at about eighteen hundred," The slighter officer copied down my words, so I spoke slowly, "arrived at the location an hour later. He was already at the location, and came out with full weaponry. He also had another unknown man with him, also fully weaponed. They both open fired on us, but we were able to eliminate them both. There are no major injuries to report and there are no known witnesses." I looked at the gang, "Did I miss anything?"