We'll Kill For Justice (Ended)

Andréa

The earlier tension in the room seemed to have dissipated. Pretty soon they were all cracking jokes and laughing over dinner. Even Becky, who'd been a little irritable earlier smiled and laughed.

After dinner, the guys pulled out poker. Andréa popped herfifth can of beer for the night, as Becky joined in, placing her bet.
Tyler took a look at the table - cigarette smoke and beer bottles - made a small frown, and announced she was turning in.
Turning to Andréa, she asked if she was coming in.
"Not just yet. I want to watch the guys having their asses whooped by Becky." she replied, grinning at Becky.

Becky looked up at her, and returned with a laugh,"That much confidence in me, Andy?"
"You know I'd bet, but I suck at poker Becks."
Tyler looked thoughtful for a second, and then said," On second thought, I'll watch."
She and Andréa exchanged devillish grins.
Sean caught the looks, and realized something was amiss immediately. He looked at Andréa, who was sitting on the arm of the sofa, swinging her legs, and swigging her sixth beer - the fifth got over pretty quickly - and she smiled back at him.

True to Andréa's prediction, the boys lost everything they bet to Becky. After playing another two games and losing grandly to Becky, the boys gave up and decided to turn in for the night. The girls had already begun to yawn, with the exception of Andréa who was onocked out - after her seventh beer.
"Well, there goes all the beer. And that was the good stuff too." Becky said.
"It would have had to be - there's no way Andy would get knocked out otherwise." said Sean. "Should we move her?" he asked.
"I don't know, just leave her.", Becky replied, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"I'm turning in. Goodnight guys." Tyler was already asleep, and Con had turned in too.
Sean looked at Andréa and sighed. "The only time she looks like a human is when she sleeps."
He shifted her so she was lying on the sofa, snagged a blanket from her room and covered her with it. He was used to this, partly because Andréa always got knocked out after drinking parties, and partly because of her horrible sleeping habits. He turned off the lights, and went to sleep himself.

Spoiler

Damn, this is long. Sorry guys, hope this works.

Spoiler

Sorry it's short but I felt that everything that happened had already been described in detail, so I had Con run through it quick.

Con

The night, starting a little awkward, turns into the perfect evening. I lose most of my cigarettes in the poker game, which I make note that I can get more later, and I get one of the best buzzes from the alcohol in a long time.

When the game is over, I stand and excuse myself, glancing at Tyler before I decide to hit the hay. My head spins as I lay down and close my eyes, but I eventually drift into a blank sleep.

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Next morning!

Tyler

I slowly opened my eyes and rolled over to look at the clock. 4:30. Sighing to myself, I try to go back to sleep, but to not advial. I sat listening for a second. Silence. Silently, I stepped out of my bed and walked down to the living room.

I was defentaly the first one up. I walked in the living room only to find that Andy was sleeping on the couch.

Well, there goes my place to sit."

I quickly make my way across the floor and outside. I walk over to the two chairs and sit down, letting my body fully relax.

Becky

I counted out my winnings. One hundred and twenty three bucks. Many packs of cigaretts-I could sell those-and a coupon for my favorite drink store.

Not too shabby.

I found it amusing how I had only ever been beaten in poker once, while drunk, to these guys and yet they still played like they could win. COn had tried to get a formal ban on me playing, but the otion had never passed. The other girls liked watching too much.

I dropped the bottle caps of the beers I had into my collection can, and then walked towards Sean and Con's room. The boys always roomed together-it was an unspkoen policy-to prevent problems resulting from a girl and guy rooming together. I wondered to myself how long that policy could remain unspoken.

I opened the door slowly, and noticed the lights were out, so I shut it again. I had wanted to talk to Sean further, but it seemed like he was asleep. I wouldn't wake him up for that. We all needed our sleep. I stepped quietly back to the room I would be sharing with Tyler.

As I curled up in the bed, I thought about my earlier conversation with Sean. A part of me always wondered if he had felt guilty for introducing Oscar and I. I was glad he did. True, some memories hurt, but the majority of them were good.

Thoughts flooded through my head, of my parents, Oscar, Sean, the gang. I could tell I wouldn't be sleeping much tonight.

Andréa

When Andréa woke up, she felt stiff. She got up and stretched, realizing exactly how sore she was. Not to mention the headache she had from the amount of beer she'd had last night. Not my best idea ever.. she thought, remembering the no of beers she'd downed.

She got up and shook herself, noticing Tyler sitting in the patio outside. She looked down when she felt a blanket tug at her, surprised. I don't remember a blanket..
she thought. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she looked at the time. It was nine, and she was hungry.
But I bet Sean's asleep, and Tyler looks like she's gone back to sleep too..
Then, suddenly, inspiration struck. A slow smile unfolded on her face, and she rubbed her hands gleefully.
Prank time.

Becky

I woke up suddenly, as if from a dream. I didn't remember it. I never remembered my dreams. In the bedroom over, I heard something drop. Theories flashed across my head, and I walked in with one hand over my eyes until I was sure it was only the guys.

I quickly saw, reflecting light even in the darkness, a broken bottle. My mind raced ahead of me, drawing quick conclusions. I knew Sean well enough to know he was like the dead when he slept, unless he was having a nightmare. Before I even realized what I was doing, I knelt beside his bed and shook him lightly.

"Sean, Sean, wake up," I shook him again, careful not to disturb his plaster. We didn't need any more drama in the gang. They didn't need to find out.

I stumbled back as he jumped awake, scaring me even though I knew it was coming. He looked around the room, almost shaking. He didn't have to tell me what it was about. There was only one thing that would scare him like that.

I rested my hand on his shoulder, gently running it along his arm, trying to calm him. I knew Andy would have done a better job, but I had to do what I could.

"Are you okay?" I looked at him, searching his eyes carefully.

Andréa

She cleaned herself up quickly enough, and went to the small trunk she kept below her bed. There were a pair of rusted, old cuffs. She had long since lost the key, but they were not so rusted that they would break. Yet.

Chuckling to herself, she went out. Earlier, she'd managed to drag Con out of the bedroom, and place him where she'd been lying earlier. She'd seen Sean tossing and turning - and knew he'd had a nightmare. Maybe I should check on him.. After this!
It was simple enough to move the chair Tyler was sitting on into the room, close to the sofa, and even simpler to lock her and Con together. With the cuffs.
It took a while for her to finish, long enough that she heard Beck's voice, asking if Sean was okay.

She thought of going to check on him, and then realized that Beck had already done that. Deciding not to interrupt, she changed quickly, and went out to play some basketball.

Meanwhile, on the onside, Tyler had begun to stir again. She brought her hands up to her face to rub the sleep from her eyes, and felt a weight on her right wrist.
What the..

Tyler

What the...

I tried using my hand again, but no luck. Figuring that it just fell asleep, I then used my other hand. Once the sleep was out of my eyes, I looked down at my other hand. There was a cuff around it. Quickly, my eyes followed the chain to an arm and then my eyes wandered up the arm, only to find Con's face.

I was momentarily stunned. How did this happen?

Before I could fully wrap my mind around it, Con suddenly turned away from me. I was jerk toward him. My arm was now right above his head. He must have been uncomfortable because he moved so that his head was resting on my arm. It would have been a funny scene to walk in to, me stretched across the space between the couch and chair, with Con's head resting on my arm. I had to wake him up.

"Uh...Con." I whispered, hoping that he would wake up.

Con

My name is called and I stir, something incredibly warm to my left. I yawn and open my eyes, bringing a hand to my eyes. Something is tugged along with it and i freeze, staring at the cuff around my wrist.

I sit up and look to the person attached, finding Tyler there.

"What the hell happened?" I ask calmly. "I-I don't remember falling asleep with you..."

My head aches as I speak, my thoughts and words splitting. I remember the game last night, the beer bottles and cigarettes, and look back at her.

"I don't mean that in an offensive way. I just - "

I stop myself before I can dig myself deeper and stand before remembering the cuffs and then my ankle. Sighing, I sit back down, desparately needing a smoke.

"This is awkward." I whisper.

Tyler

"The is awkward." he whispers.

For a second we sit there in silence, not sure what to do or say. I can hear noise upstairs and someone playing basket ball outside. "So, I'll check your foot to see how it is and then we can go outside and you can have a cigarette. Sound like a plan?" I question with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, sounds good." He responds with a smile of his own.

I then move to his ankle and gently prodded it. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Con's face, making sure that he was not wincing or flinching at any point. Nothing. Sighing with relief, I sat back up and smiled at him.

"Your ankle seems to be better." I offer him a happy grin. "Now let's go outside."

Spoiler

Hope this is okay, Kaywiia, and are we going to start catching some bad guys soon?

Sean Phoenix

“Are you okay?” Becky asked me, searching my eyes.

I looked up at her, my body shaking like a leaf and realised that I’d had another nightmare. I swallowed hard and nodded, unable to find my voice.

“Come on, Sean, this is me you’re talking to,” said Becky, coming closer. “You dreamt about that night again.”

I closed my eyes and could still see the dead bodies of the three kids, the blood spattered across the floor, Oscar standing over them with my handgun…

“I don’t get it,” Becky continued in a worried tone of voice, “I thought the pills were supposed to help you.”

Clutching my head, I slowly got out of bed and walked towards the open window, with my back to her. “Some things you just can’t forget.”

“Well, then maybe you should try talking about it to someone, like a professional,” she suggested.

“I’m not talking to a shrink,” I said sternly.

“Then talk to me,” urged Becky.

I turned back to face her and felt guilt swell up inside me. The same guilt that I’d been carrying around for the past three years. The guilt of introducing Becky to Oscar, the guilt of involving her in criminal activity, and the guilt of not telling her why Oscar had to leave her the way he did. I turned back towards the open window and wiped a shaky hand down my face. There was no way Becky could ever find out about what Oscar did to those poor kids. It would completely destroy her, and I’d never be able to forgive myself.

“Sean…”

I felt Becky walk up to me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I looked back at her and saw the genuine concern in her eyes.

“Talk to me,” she said.

Before I could respond, I heard a strange noise coming from outside.

“Can you hear that?” I frowned.

Becky wasn’t impressed. “Sean, stop trying to dodge the subject-”

“I’m not,” I retorted, heading for the door, “it sounds like …” Just as I opened the door, I spotted Andy, incessantly giggling while peaking through the living-room door. “Andy,” I finished, not exactly surprised. The look on her face said it all. She was up to something. “What have you done this time?”

Becky

I rolled my eyes, listening to Andrea giggle. Just as I was about to stand up and find out what she was doing, the doorbell rang. Not expecting a visit until the afternoon, I grabbed Sean's gun off the table and went to the front door.

I took a deep breath, then ripped open the door, holding my gun out straight.

"Always a fiesty one, Scout." James grinned. He held a manilla envelope, tucked between his arm and torso. I lowered my gun with a smile.

"We weren't expecting you until tonight," I apologized, ceratin I had scared him. He nodded with a raised eyebrow, then handed me the envelope.

"Get your crew ready. You'll be teaming up with another gang from Chicago to go after this guy. We'll be re-positioning you to Clarkville for this mission; it's only a few hours drive. We'll pick you up tonight at ten o'clock. Have everything packed. Anyone who's not ready doesn't go." James nodded, then walked back to his car.

I walked back to the living room, and skimmed the mission breif. Another Cort gang had been tracking this guy for a year with no luck. They had lost two members in a recent fight, and needed backup. The guy was responsible for the death of at least twleve women-Why was it always women?

I looked over his picture, and at a known fact file. It was skimpy, this guy was obviously very intelligent. His true name, even, was unknown. He had never been caught. Killed every person who had tried.

I flipped to the last page, with short pieces of information on the members of the gang we would be working with. A name immediately caught my eye, and made my stomach turn.

Oscar.

Tyler

Con and me where sitting outside when the doorbell rang. Our eyes ment for a few seconds, we both knew who it was without even asking. Suddenly, we heard footsteps come down the stairs and someone anwser the door. Getting up and looking threw the window it was Becky, and she had a gun pointed at the man's face. The look on his faces was priceless, so priceless that I acutally started to giggle.

"What is it?" Con asked.

"The look on this man's face when Becky pointed a gun at him was pricless." I said, falling into another fit of giggles. Con even started to laugh with me.

"Let's go see what it says." He said while getting up, softly grabbing my hand and leading me inside. I could feel my cheeks start to burn at the contact of Con's hand around mine. We walked through the door and Becky's head shot up.

"What's wrong?" I asked before Con could even get his question out. I lightly squeezed Con's hand. I was worried about her and us. What if we couldn't get the cuffs off in time?

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Hope this is okay.

Con

After my cigarette, we head back inside to see what's up with Becky.

"What's wrong?" Tyler asks her.

She lightly squeezes my hand and I feel my face slightly flush as my eyes dart towards our wrists. The rusty handcuffs are still there, as annoying to see as ever. As we wait for Becky's response, I think of a way to get them off, not sure how it would work though. I make a mental note to inform Tyler after this and look back up at Becky.