A Town Called Justice...(The IC)

[The Xtreme One]

She walked out onto the balcony, her slight frame accentuated by the sexy red dress she was wearing. I could try and work out who the designer was but to be perfectly honest I didn’t really care. I was here for one thing and one thing only. It was the first damp of a soft spring rain and she was out on a ledge, the midnight hour upon us and no jacket on her soft shoulders. Was the money worth it? Probably not but who was I to say anything different? I’m just a hire, no contract, no opinion and feelings on the matter. The figure offered was half a million; the reason was that the girl had to be sacrificed for business. It wasn’t the greatest argument I’d ever heard but in the end money was money and who was I to turn a figure like that down?

The door was bolted shut behind her; my man on the inside made sure of that. She was only young, twenty one maybe, delicate features, short modern brown hair and almond coloured eyes. My god it felt inhuman to take such a beautiful creature from the world but alas, I hadn’t been human for a long time. My soul held by the devil, my conscience stained with blood. I have not been a man in years. For the longest time I had been a monster and if I’m honest, I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Her name was Allison McKenna, oldest daughter of our esteemed Mayor Hal. She was genuine when we spoke with one another, a delicate and dimpled smile on her face. To speak to her, I found no reason for her death. We danced and talked throughout the night and I excused myself, insinuating a trip to the bathroom. I told her I’d meet her on the balcony.

There she was, a cigarette between her ruby painted lips and me several buildings away, the scope of my rifle trained on her face. Dare I ruin such an understated beauty? No I daren’t. I tip my rifle ever so slightly, the X mark now appearing across her chest. I told her my name was March and by the look in her eyes, she knew. She knew who I was and she knew what I had come to do. She did not run, instead she made her way to her current position, accepting her fate. A fate not brought on by her own action but simply because of her name. It was truly a shame. They call this town, Justice. Yet I see no justice here, all I see is decay and the dark side of the American dream.

I hesitate no longer as I pull the trigger. The bullet enters here heart and her death is instant. She falls back onto to the hard marble rooftop with a soft thud. the silhouette by the door lets me know that my guy has unlocked it and her body will be found in mere moments. I cannot wait, the night is still young and there is more blood to be shed. Truly a shame is Allison’s death. I do not know the purpose but I know the outcome. War is coming to Justice ad it will be started by the "Lady in Red..."

[Katelyn]

“Mia, there’s a call on the line for you, sounds like Mr. DeMonico again,” Katie’s spoke softly, her doll-like features filling up the small crack in the door she’d opened without a sound.

Mia looked up, her long raven’s hair dragging her shoulders and swinging in the space in front of her as her gaze moved to her paralegal. She’d not looked up from the file in front of her for over an hour and the nagging pain in her neck caused her breath to catch in her chest. She covered her full crimson lips with her fist and coughed softly, in a feminine manner and then smiled at Katie.

“Sorry… I was lost in the land of the dead for the last hour. Tell him I’m on another call and will call him back tomorrow. I have plans this evening and if I miss them again, I might have some lawyer reading a file on my murder.” She finished her conversation and looked back at the file, the clock beside her reading eight p.m.

“Give me something, Harold, anything.” She skimmed the statements given in court at the initial hearing and looked at the charts and photos of evidential matter and yet still… nothing.

“Damn,” she muttered and closed the file, running her fingers along her closed eyelids, what remained of her makeup smeared a little, but it would take a bit to make her look anything less than stunning. She stood and slipped the file in her briefcase. The rest of her research could be done at home in front of a fire with a bottle of wine and a deliciously sexy man pressed to her back.

A smile touched her mouth at the thought of him, and she moved a little quicker, slipping on her jacket and waving goodbye to her assistant. She slipped into her Gallardo, pulling out into the darkness of the night, the city lights echoing a party here and there as she turned toward the residential area of Justice. His car wasn’t in the garage yet, but it was best that she’d have a few minutes to herself.

Their hired help greeted her at the door and let her know that dinner would be on the table in forty-five minutes or so and then the rest of the staff would be heading out. She thanked them as she moved about toward her bedroom, slipping off her heels and sighing with relief that the day was over. Being a part of the justice system was more difficult than kicking someone’s ass that was four times her size. She changed into a blue tank top and yoga pants, pulled her long silky hair into a ponytail and padded down the stairs to the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and picking at a fresh green salad while she thought through the details of DeMonico’s case over and over again.

“Come on, Mia… it’s there. You’re just missing it.” Or was she?

[InkedWolf]

Erinye began to sort through the various reports of Old Town. A few girls had been roughed up by John's, some drug dealers began to encroach on the north blocks, and violence had increased several fold in the bars. Several of her top girls had been given the okay to keep the semi-autos fully armed. She noticed several emails from her sister, Persephone with the dates and times of suspicious activities. Her sister, was one of the biggest liabilities to Old Town. She existed outside of her world, and inside, giving McKenna bits and pieces of the actions of Old Town. Erinye feared one day her sister would stumble into a situation that bullets would not pry her out of. She opened up the walk in closet, taking out a pair of leather pants, a kevlar lined biker jacket, and a small automatic hand gun she placed at the small of her back. She looked at the clock, "twenty minutes late, I swear if she's got her nose in that video game again..." Sighing as she picked up her cell phone she dialed a number. No answer, cursing as she dialled a second number, Vixen, one of her trusted comrades picked up.

"God dammit, anyone seen Seph? Call Frankie, he's down at the gym teaching. I need him at my office, we got a meeting Ill need him at."

Meanwhile, Persephone grinned as she continued her game. She'd been determined to capture the last little pixellized creature for the last four hours. Considering she was hired to spy on a husband's unfaithful wife, she had some extra time to kill. Most of the time ending up being consumed by a little light up piece of plastic she constantly kept in her possession. She occasionally stopped to look at two laptops set up in her van. The beautiful woman in the apartment was quite busy, but with a girl from Old Town. "Ha! I knew this case was far from boring. God damn I love this job!" She smirked as she returned to her game. She finally realized that some of the blips coming from the van was not just the video game. Her cell phone was going off for the last little while. "Oh son of a!" She cursed as she answered the phone, Vixen was on the other line.

"Hey, where the hell have you been? Your sister's pissed! You and Frankie are needed in Old Town. Bring some heat."

Sephy muttered under her breath a she quickly stammered a response, "Oh umm sorry, day job. On that note, can you tell Trixie to not play with one of the McKenna's old ladies. That's definitely not going to keep the Old Town off the old blowhards radar." Vixen sighed as she gave Sephy the location and hung up.

"Well I got the High Def recordings, I suppose that's good enough. Sorry boys, I'll continue collectin' em all another time!" With that, Persphone revved the rusty van to life and began to drive back to Old Town. She knew Frankie would be at the meeting, Erinye paid him well and he took good care of the girls. She knew he didn't have a whole lot of love for her, to this day she didn't know rightly why.

Not for lack of trying, but considering her big sister would raise holy hell if she looked in on the only trusted man in Old Town. For what it's worth, Persephone liked the guy, he took good care of the girls.

[Ghirardelli]

He pulled the rental car off th the side of the road and came to a stop in front of the 'WELCOME to JUSTICE' city limit sign, he sat and stared at it a moment, he'd only been back Home once since he had left to join the service, it had been shortly after his return from his first deployment, Mom had always expressed her wish for him to come home at least for Christmas every year since he left, but he had always come up with an excuse not to,but that one particular year she seemed overly persistant about him coming home. He'd almost died during a mission on his first deployment and despite the fact he never told anyone, she always seemed to have a way of knowing whenever he was in trouble, maybe there was some truth to the saying about a Mothers intuition afterall.

He reached over and grabbed the pack of Winstons from the side pocket of his jacket draped across the passenger seat and got out of the car, Stretched then leaned against the side of the car and lit a cigarette, the drive from Davis-Monthan Air Force Base and turned out alot longer then he had expected, he'd barely been back in the States 24 hours when he got the call from Momma and dispite the feelings between him and Henry, he rented a car as soon as he could and made the drive to Justice. He took a drag from the cigarette and recalled what he remembered about Henrys wife and first Daughter, that Christmas had been the first and only time he saw Henrys Family in person, he found Henrys Wife to be a remarkable women, simply for the fact that she could actually tolerate him enough to marry him. He remembered Lil Allison being a lightening bolt of energy and full of life, how old had she been then...4 or 5.... he couldnt remember for sure, but the change in Henry was apparent, to a small degree at least Henry had actually remained cordial towards him the whole time of his visit, but the void between them was still evident regardless of how hard Mom and lil sis' Jenna had tried to encourage them both to let bygones be bygones.


He finished the cigarette,dropped the butt and crushed it under foot, got back in the car and pulled back onto the road coming into Justice he took the road left and went down what used to be the main drag when he was a kid. The once busy street was now all but deserted, other then one or two buildings that were now cheap little pawnshops, and a couple of streetwalkers who waved energetically to get his attention, the shops that had once lined the street were now nothing but vacant relics and badly in need of repair. He did a double take when he looked to his left, seeing an old blackman sitting in a rocking chair just outside of the last building at the end of the block, he nearly rear ended a car that appeared in front of him and he waved apologetically to which the driver responded by waving his middle finger back at him.


He swung the steering wheel over and parked in front of the building, killed the engine and stepped out of the car, he was still wearing his service uniform and it took a moment for the old man to recognize him but when he did, he struggled to get up out of the rocker with a look of surprise across his old wrinkled, weatherworn face and held his hand out," Scooter.....Little Scooter McKenna, well bless my soul, your a sight for sore eyes boy, no ones heard from you in so long rumor was you went and got killed over there in that desert, its sure enough good to see you again Son".


Scott quickened his pace toward the old man, it was obvious it pained him to try and stand, he took the old mans hand, smiled warmly and beckoned him to sit back down. One of the few pleasant memories he had from childhood was sneaking out every Saturday morning to go down to the lake with old man Tubbs to catch and fry up the fish they would catch, at the time Tubbs worked for his Dad as the Groundskeeper and though Dad wasnt happy about him spending time with the hired help, it was the one time his Mom had ever insisted that his Dad not make an issue out of something his youngest Son was doing." Well came close a time or two, but you know us McKenna boys", Scott quipped with a chuckle," How you been my Friend, catfish still biting on that ol' stink bait mix of yours?".


He and Tubbs exchanged a knowing look, Tubbs had been in Vietnam during the mid sixties and understood what wasnt said, then he got a pained look on his face," I sure been awant'in to but arthritis been act'in up in these ol bones of mine last few years, I just aint had the gumption to go". Scott smiled, reached over and patted Tubbs on the shoulder," Well before I leave, you just plan on you and me go'in fish'in, even if I gotta carry you to the lake", he Told Tubbs." You'll do no such athing youg'in, only time anyones gonna be carry'in me is out to the grave, you jus let me know when you wants to go an I be ready", Tubbs stated in a matter-of-fact tone, then lowered his voice, " When you com'in home to stay Son, this jus as much your home as it is Henrys and Jennas, an it sure do your Momma good to have you around, she wore herself sick when you and Henry went off an still does with you still been'in gone, if I was able I'd take you to the woodshed for not writing her all that time".


Scott looked away a moment, though it had been years, it still hurt him to hear someone else call him 'Son' more times then his own Father ever had, "Yeah I know an your right, but things....well, things are still complicated, but your right, I need to write more", Scott patted Tubbs again, "Well its getting late, guess I better get on to the house and get settled in, next few days are gonna be hectic, but I'll give ya a headsup before we head for the lake". Scott stepped off the sidewalk and started getting into the car when he heard Tubbs add ," Tell Henry Im sorry for his loss an we been pray'in for him and his Family". Scott nodded and gave a short wave, "Will do, and Thanks, seeya in a couple days", then got in the car, debating whether or not to actually drive on out to the house or just find a motel and get some much needed sleep as he started the car, put it in gear and pulled away from the curb.

[The Xtreme One]

The soft rain patters down onto the hood of my car. As I pull up to the curb I notice as a young child makes his way into the corner store. The news all over the radio is the death of Allison McKenna, of course that is to be expected. A beautiful young woman, cut down before her prime. The fact she was killed at a crowded party with no witnesses only comes second to the fact she was the Mayor’s oldest daughter. The weather last night was about the same as it is right now, humid, hot and damp. Strange as it is for the beginning of spring, I can’t say I’m surprised. This is Justice after all and nothing in this town is ever what it appears to be. Am I remorseful for what I did? No. Not in the lightest. My heart was born black. I am already a dead man and you cannot kill what is already dead. I open the door of my car and step out into the street; I felt no need to check my gun.

Captain Dietrich Gotch, a former German militant convicted of several war crimes was the sole proprietor of this establishment. A legal loophole has allowed him to escape a life sentence and as such he has landed here in America’s darkest city. A perfect home I imagine. I enter the store and allow the captain to hear my footsteps. “We’re closed!” He calls out with his back to me. For a moment I think of how easy it would be for me to shoot him in the back but that is not what I am here for. “I’m sure you have…one last sale in you captain” I retort and he turns to face me. The little boy I saw earlier sat on the counter, his legs swinging aimlessly over the ledge. “Karl, steigen zur Wohnung. Ich bin dort kurz” The captain motions to the door behind me and the boy runs by. My German is a little rusty but I believe he was telling him to go up to their apartment and that he would be following shortly.

“I’ll take it you have come for your payment, Mr March?” He reaches down below his counter and comes back up with an envelope. I don’t bother to count. “I find it highly amusing, your theatrics. A sniper rifle, a shot to the heart, the lady in red. Quite the showman aren’t you?” A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I listen to him. “I’ll bet when you were boy, your father didn’t approve of your dramatics?” He talks as if he knows me, there is nothing he knows that I have not allowed him to know. What he thinks, is not how it is. “It’s a dangerous practice to mock what you cannot know captain. You have my thanks for help on this job, I’d thank your employer too but they don’t particularly matter to me. Loose ends and finishing up business however…that is extremely important. Wouldn’t you agree?” By the time he had blinked, I had already fired a shot into his chest and then another two into his temple. His blood sprays across the alcohol bottles behind him and his head slouches before it hits the counter.

This was not a hit. I was not paid for this. The captain was a loose end, the only thing that could tie me in any way to McKenna’s death. I had done the world a service removing his plague from its shores. The families of his victims would undoubtedly be told of his passing but I did not do it for them.

The pleasure was all mine…

[TheStinger]

Even though it was late, Frank still had 3 girls in his gym. Two of them were having a sparr in the ring. "Raise your guard Jennifer. And you Layla, move around more. Never stay still...not even for a second." Said Frank as he turned around to Carla. "Okay sweetheart, i'm gonna teach you...." Frank never had the chance to finish his sentence, because his cellphone rang. It was Vixen. "Just a second!" He said pressing the call button and putting the phone against his ear. "Yes Vixen what is it?.....Really? Okay! I'll be there."

Frank closed the cellphone and placed it in his pants. Then he grabbed the whistle and blew it soundly as all 3 girls placed their hands over their ears. "I love doing that!" Said Frank smiling. "Okay girls, I gotta go. Our beloved boss wants to see me and her sister." Said Frank as the two girls that were in the ring stopped sparring and got out, going all the way to the locker room. "Carla, I'm sorry. But you can come tomorow if you wish." Said Frank as he patted Carla on her left cheek. In return, Carla kissed Frank exactly on his lips and ran to the exit. Once there she turned around. "See ya tomorow kitty cat!" She said smiling as she left. Frank then watched as the other two girls left as well, closing the door behind them.

Then Frank ran to a door, opened it, climed some stairs to his apartment, which was just above the gym. Once there he took off the blue sleevless t-shirt and the brown sports pants, as well as the snickers, wiping himself with a towel, because he had no time for a shower. Then he put a pair of blue jeans, some black tennis shoes, a blue t-shirt. He then equips himself with a shoulder holster and inserts a Kimber 1911 in the holster located on the left side of his body, as well as two extra magazines in the mag pouches located on the right side. He then straps the shoulder holster to his belt and covers everything with a knee-long black leather trenchcoat. He then arranged his hair a little with a comb, grabbed his car keys and climbed down to the gym, getting outside, closing the gym and then going to his 1987 Buick Grand National, unlocking the door and sliding himself inside.

Frank covered his hands with a pair of black leaather gloves and started the car, as the sound of the 3.8L turbocharged V6 engine started filling the street as he was revving the car. As he was driving to Erinye's office, Frank was looking around as the prostitutes were saluting him and blowing him kisses. Justice. Whoever came up with the name for this city was either drunk or high on drugs. If they even had drugs back then. Anyway, there was nothing about this city that was screaming justice, on the contrary, it's so full of crime you can actually smell it. It it dosen't smell pretty at all. Frank was thinking about the event that led to him becoming what he is today. Perhaps it was the hand of fate, but anyway, he may have lost a family, but he gained another, a very numerous one. And he wasn't bent on losing this one too. Not even if hell freezes. Frank stopped outside of the building where Erinye's office was located, stopped the car, got outside and started climbing the stairs.

Once in front of the door, Frank knocks 3 times, opens the door and gets inside. "Hey there Boss! I'm here!" Said Frank as he sat on an armchair and took a deep breath.

[Holobunny]

Donatello sat by his pool, thinking about the past. His brow furrowed as a very soft peal of thunder rolled through the damp spring air. "Enrique? Be a dear and bring in the paper, would you?" he called after his live-in cabana boy as he stood up, smoothing his robe.

The house was cold. He poured another gin and tonic, and changed into a red track suit. As he paced on the treadmill he felt tired. He wished he could talk to Vincent but the love of his life had rotted away in some cold, dark, cell long ago. He'd never stopped writing but Donatello had never been able to face him, even in print.

Shaking off his ennui, he decides he's taking Enrique out tonight. Five star meal and the most exclusive club in town, but his hired help may be coming home by themselves.

He misses the thrill of the chase, but its been so long...

He went to change.

[Kingdoml1]

Harri walked in trough the front door that was opened by a big man in a suit. Inside the place was empty, but from the looks of it , it had been filled with people just a couple of hours earlier. A brown skinned man in his 50's was cleaning the floor. There was a lot of stuff on the ground to clean up, but the man looked like he had been doing the same thing before. Harri walked trough what he assumed to be the dance floor to the stairs that led upstairs. In the letter he had gotten a couple of days earlier he had been instructed to go to the club at 8:00 AM and head for the stairs. So he walked up the circle staircase up to the second floor. There was a red rope on the top of the stairs where the stairs ended. A man stood next to it and pressed his finger to his ear. " Understood" He took the velvet rope away and motioned Harri to go to the back room.

The room was filled with smoke, it was hanging in the room like a curtain. He could see the men sitting in the back with their suits open. It looked like they had been working all night or something. The man in the black suit, who was tall as a building and looked to be strong enough to headbutt concrete walls, waved Harri over to them. He started to feel nervous when he got closer . The big man stood up from his seat and the full size of the man took Harri by surprise, but instead of being intimitated by it , it had the opposite effect on him. Instead it made him more confident and he wasn't as nervous anymore either. " You are Harri I take it. Welcome and here sit down, I'm not going to bite." Harri reached is hand out to him and waited for his, but it never came. He went do sit down on the only free chair and he could now see everyone who was sitting by the table. Harri couldn't recognise anyone, but he made sure to remember the names and faces as he got the feeling he would need to. Everyone introduced themselfs and then the big man ,who's name apparently was " Vic ", started telling him about the work by the velvet ropes.

A few hours later Harri stepped out of the club and he could hear the usual sounds around the streets, the police sirens screaming around the streets and the hip hop music banging from the cars that drove by. He started walking down the street with his hood covering his face and his hands in his sweater. Harri thought back to the days he had come to Justice to go to college. For some reason no one had warned him about this place. ' Justice .. Someone had a sense humour ' Some gangmember or maybe he was just a nobody, crashed into Harri while running away and Harri got taken by his reflexes. He the mans foot to the side and he fell down face first into the ground. " What the fuck is your problem dude ? " The black man on the ground was both afraid and hostile at the same time. He got up and looked behind Harri like he was waiting for someone to come around the corner, but no one did. He couldn't have been older than 20 , so he was around the same age as Harri. He was really skinny and it shoved on his face. Harri assumed he was just one of the many junkies around Justice. The black fellow was opposite to Harri in many ways. For one he was skinny where as Harri was buff. The skinny black man took out his knife and pointed it towards Harri . " Now give me your money and I'll let you walk away. Punk. " This wasn't the first time someone tried to rob Harri on streets. It happened alot and it would keep happening. Harri looked the man in the eyes for a second before he quickly grabbed the black mans hand in his left hand. He proceeded to pull on it making the black man take a step towards him. His arm was right infront of Harri and without hesitation Harri hit him on hir arm while pulling with the other hand, breaking the arm . The black man dropped the knife and fell to the ground screaming in pain as soon as Harri let go of him. Harri kicked him once in his cheek and some blood flew out of his mouth. He turned around and kept walking away. It was just another day in Justice.

[icmasticc]

A day off is supposed to be just that, a day off. On this day however, Dante Sammartino had business to attend to. In a city like Justice, the Homicide department was always knee-deep in murder, but Dante already had a clear plan of what he needed to do and it didn't involve violence. In fact, he only really needed to have a conversation. Pulling into a lonesome alley, the headlights of the black, unmarked Crown Victoria clicked off and the engine came to silence. The rain was still lightly dusting the area, but it seemed to be a nice evening overall. The Detective exited his vehicle without hesitation, a small inconvenience like rain not really causing him to worry about his attire. The black pea coat which had been buttoned up extended down to his mid-thigh and the black suit pants and Dior dress shoes wouldn't be damaged too heavily so long as he strayed from puddles and the like. Lighting up a cigarette, Dante pocketed his hands and began a stroll away from the car and down a sidewalk. He would walk the rest of the way.

Dante Sammartino was a homicide detective in the city of Justice. With a crime rate as high as a skyscraper, there was no shortage of arrests to be made so it was a pretty stable occupation to say the least. Of course, the brown-haired man didn't care about that much. His loyalties were deeply rooted to his family and their brand of "business". The Sammartino clan was the largest in the city, even if McKenna held more power and influence. On this day, the head Sammartino had tasked Dante with a job; He needed to go to Old Town and broker some sort of business deal that skewed in favor of the family. The Sammartino's made most of their money from prostitution and protection rackets, but Old Town had always been an elusive sort of place. It was a prostitute's safe haven, a place where the hookers were armed and even trained to be somewhat dangerous. In any case, it was lucrative and with a prostitute even running the area, the possibilities were endless for a clan like the Sammartino. Dante had been asked to go because he held legal authority; Old Town wouldn't just roll over, but they also wouldn't assault a policeman if they were smart. Justice may have been crime filled, but the police were still the police.

Stopping short a moment, Dante watched as a larger man entered a building. He couldn't see much of anything in the way of details. Taking a puff from his cancer stick, he immediately strode towards the very same building. It wasn't like Dante hadn't ever been in Old Town before, but this would be the first time he had ever spoken to the people in charge. All he wanted to do was converse indeed, but the dirty detective was no idiot. Of course he had to be prepared for some reluctance and possibly needless escalation. Strolling into the building, Dante tossed his cigarette and pocketed his hands once more. Standing in front of a door, he knocked loudly before announcing his presence.

"Justice PD, I'm going to need for you to open the door," Dante decreed casually before waiting for an answer.

[Yzza]

“Fucking move!! Bitch the speed limit is 65, act like it!” Jenna was screaming at the car in front of her, very ready to be home already. The day had been exhausting and only partially because she had gotten almost no sleep the night before. She had been at the party with when Allison had been shot and now couldn’t get the image out of her head; every time she slept she was back on the balcony, holding her dying niece and best friend. Awake she had been given the task of telling Mom what had happened and so had the heart wrenching experience of sitting in front of her elderly mother in the small but nice home Hal had bought for her and watching as she sobbed for what seemed like forever. At one point it had gotten so intense that she had almost passed out and the nurse had to slip on her oxygen mask. Jenna had helped her mother into her bed and sat next to her, singing songs and rubbing her hand, till she fell asleep.


Now that she was on her way back to the mansion she was doing all she could to hold herself together, unfortunately that meant letting her anger slip. She had been way over the speed limit for the entire drive and had managed a 45 minute drive in roughly 20, to the fear and annoyance of every other driver on the road. She wanted to shoot someone, a lot of someone’s actually, but knew she probably wouldn’t get the chance to unless she and Hal had a very serious talk or she just flat out ignored him. Hal would be pissed if she gave him the theoretical finger but if he threatened to kick her out she would just remind him he doesn’t trust anyone else to do the accounts and drop her boyfriend bomb on him. Nothing says chaos like ‘oh by the way I am fucking the family gun guy.’


As Jenna finally arrived home she made her way into the long driveway and headed up, spotting a car outside Mr. Tubbs place. “No fucking way.” She squinted and put out her cigarette, not believing her eyes. As the car pulled from the curb Jenna honked the horn and wiped the car sideways so as to block his exit. She then stepped from the car and ran over to the driver’s door, her heels clicking. “Scott you open the damn door or I shoot the window out!” As soon as she heard the door unlock she yanked the door open and flung herself at her younger older brother before he could even get out of the seat. “I am going to kick your ass later. Where the fuck have you been?” She buried her face in his shoulder. “Where were you when I had to tell mom you were alright when I didn’t know, when I forged letters from you for her to read, when I had to tell her about Allison, or…when I had to watch her die!? Where the fuck where you?” She had started punching him in the sides and arms at this point and soon Mr. Tubbs made his way over and set a soft wrinkled hand on her shoulder.


“Miss. Jenna baby this isn’t his fault.” She began to relax a bit once she felt Mr. Tubbs and soon sat silently, her breath hard but her eye somehow dry.