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Originally Posted by Celestial

The hooded woman nodded and quickly opened the door the pale yellow light of he motel hallway. She stepped out looking over her shoulder a second time before ushering put her partner than quickly closing the door quietly before her. Than she walked off not caring to say anything. The deed was done...



Tears streamed down her face when she saw him grunt. He was in too much pain it would be cruel to even think of trying to save him. Aspen clutched his hand and when she felt his grasp loosen her heart shattered. He was gone. As she cried she suddenly felt a pressure in her lungs. A painful crunch that was forcing her to take shorter breaths. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take such a thing. Her short breaths became seconds and soon enough she was back basically suffocating, suffocating and coughing blood onto the floor when suddenly her body calmed and a single breath escaped her lips... She too died right next to tord holding his hand in her own.


suddenly there was a knock at the door. The police officer had his hands clutched together and his foot nervously tapping. He knocked again this time louder at the door of, sasuke wolfheart, sage barrows and a few unnamed people. But he was only looking for these two people. He had seen the murder scene first hand and he had been there minutes after the doctor had said they died. Blunt force trauma, bleeding out, and suffocation. He shivered. The condition of the bodies was too hard to bear and he couldn't possibly let these poor people see such things. Never.
@Rubinaito @Sasukewolf (madness)

(( doing a tiny timeskip just so i can do stuff ))

The smaller woman nodded, letting herself be pushed along, her body having gone all ridged from what she had just done, despite having done this plenty of times.

-some time later-

Alex’s brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, however, parts had fallen out, hiding parts of her blue eyes, and the many freckles that littered her face and neck. She was wearing a simple gray t-shirt, and black jeans, a blue and white flannel tied around her waist. She was sitting on the edge of a couch, hot chocolate wrapped tightly in her hands. She always felt as though she was cold, leaning back slightly as she learned about another murder. Murders that always interested her, taking a small sip of her drink, gazing in and out of the world every so often.