Post by ScissorBreaker on Jun 16, 2007 0:45:34 GMT -5
I wonder if he's alright, Violet thought to herself. The sirens went off an hour ago, and I've heard nothing since...not a peep... She knew he'd be alright. Her husband was the best pilot in the Helic Airforce. He had been promoted to the Orudios Division. He knew his stuff. A second siren blared outside, and then a voice over the PA. "Residents of the Azure Tribe, Zenevas and Guylos forces are heading this way. You are advised to evacuate. Repeat: evacu--" the sounds of jet engines, then an explosion. She threw herself to the ground, behind the couch. She knew that the broken glass couldn't reach her there. The damage wasn't too bad...the windows were broken. Just a warning shot, she thought. The empire was within their city. She'd have to hurry. She ran outside, then stopped. She thought she heard something. She looked above her head. More jet engines. Duck! She hid in the lee of a small pile of rubble. She could see other people now. They, too, scrambled to hide. She was so scared. The jet engines approached ever closer. She squeezed her eyes shut. This is it... The engines passed. No bombs? She got up from behind the debris, and saw the jet streams left behind the Orudios Squadron. Oh, darling, she thought, I knew you'd come to our rescue.
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The sky was stained with the orange blood of dusk. There was a tangible odor of something burning in the air. The distant sound of gunshots and roars of the battle occuring just outside the small city could be heard. The people scurried here and there, parents herding their children away from their beloved homes, families huddled together fearing for their lives. Soon, they'd have to leave. They knew it. They should have done it already, but they couldn't bear to desert their homes. The sirens blared on. A great cannon blast was heard, and the approaching sound of a shell, screaching through the air, soon became a thunderous explosion. This one was closer. It hit a small building, sending shards of glass, metal poles, and broken structure flying this way and that. People shielded themselves from the furor of flying debris, but one man wasn't so lucky. A piece of glass struck the hand he had over his face. He withdrew it and screamed in agony, but his cries were soon silenced by a support beam, which rammed him straight in the jaw. He collapsed onto the ground. When the smoke cleared, a woman was heard. She screamed. "Marcus!!! No! Noooo!!!!!!!!" She knelt down next to him. "No, no, no no...please...no...please, no...no...no..."
Violet knew this woman. She ran over to her. She knelt down next to the woman and put her hand to the man's neck. No pulse. "I'm so sorry," She said, "So very, very sorry..." The woman sat there with a look on her face, a mixture of sadness, surprise, disbelief, anger, and regret.
"He's gone, isn't he?"
"Yes...yes, he is..."
Tears began to run down her face.
"No, he's not."
"Claire...I'm sorry, but..."
"He's not, I tell you! Look at him! He still has color in his cheeks! I can feel the warmth of his body!"
"Claire, I...I'm...He's..."
"No!! Why are you telling me this!?! How could you lie to me like that! What kind of person are you!?!!!"
"Claire, he's gone. I'm sorry. You must believe me. We have to go, the enemy will return. We have to get you out of here before then."
"No!!!" Claire shrieked. "You can't make me! I won't leave him! Not when he's just getting better!! He'll but waking up any second now!!!"
Jet engines...
"Claire, Listen to me! We have to go now! There's nothing more you can do for him!!!"
"I'm not going!"
They drew closer...
"Claire!!! We have to leave here! NOW!!! Don't you hear them coming! They'll--"
"NO!!!!!"
She shoved Violet away. She'd have to do this the hard way. The imperial airforces were almost upon them again.
"I'm getting you out of here"
She grabbed Claire by the shoulders and began dragging her to safety. She did nothing. Just as they reached a hiding place, she jerked herself free of Violet's grasp, and started running back to where her husband's body laid. The sound of bombs falling was heard. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
An explosion.
Claire was engulfed in the fire and smoke and debris.
Violet sat there, shielded by the rubble. Tears welled up in her eyes, and then began rolling down her cheeks, stinging her cuts and scrapes. She'd have to move on. There were others she could save. "You're a strong girl," Her husband told her. She reMembered his words. Would she ever see him again? I will, she thought. I will...
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The bombs and the cannonfire had diminished by now. The ground forces would be coming soon. She made her way through the streets, finding her way out of the city. She still had a long way to go, though.
"Hey!"
What's that? Who's there?
"Hey! Over here!"
She looked around, and eventually saw where the voice was coming from. It was a middle-aged man, tall, with black hair. His arm was in an obviously hand-maid sling, which was stained with blood. Violet approached him cautiously.
"Hey," he said, in a calm voice. "Are you alright?"
"Mm-hmm," she found herself saying. Mm-hmm? You can do better than that. Say something!
"How long have you been out here?"
"um...," She had lost track of the time. It felt like days, but she knew it to be shorter than that.
"A few hours...maybe more," She said.
"I've been looking around here for anything useful, in case I found any survivors. I'm a medic, you know."
"Oh?" She said.
"Why are you holding that bar?"
Why am I holding a bar? I'm holding a bar? She looked down at her hand. There was, indeed, a metal bar grasped in her hand.
"Um...well, I thought it'd be useful for prying things open, if I got stuck or something."
Or bashing imperial soldiers' heads in when they come, she thought.
"Well, I suppose so," said the man. He held his hand out to her.
"My name's Walt. Walt LeVern. What's your name?"
She shook his hand. "Violet. Violet Gabriella."
Night cast it's purple veil down over the Azure Tribe. The Imperial ground forces gathered around the outside of the city, awaiting their order to strike. Vilot and Walt quietly moved about the streets, in search of survivors. The only sound was the distant stomps and roars of the enemy army, the crackle of the fires, and the occasional shifting of debris.
"Do you hear something?"
"...What?"
"Shhh!!!!! Just listen!"
"But what am I listening fo--"
"JUST SHHHH, WALT! LISTEN!!!"
Wow...for a medic, you aren't very smart, are you? Thought Violet.
"I...I think I hear it now!"
"Crying?"
"um...yeah! Over there, I think!"
They hurried over to a pile of boulders, apparently from a fallen house, made a small niche, seemingly not large enough for any adult...
"Help me," said Walt, trying to move a sheet of metal away from the pile, using only one of his arms. The other still rested in the makeshift sling.
"Ow! Dammit!"
"What? What happened?" asked Violet.
"I sliced my hand on the edge of that metal"
"Here," said Violet, ripping a piece of cloth from the bottom of her shirt. She wrapped it around his hand, then tied it off.
"Thanks," he said.
"Don't mention it," She said, wedging the bar under the metal sheet. She struggled with it, but soon it moved away. A young boy, no more than nine years of age, lay there, crying. He looked up at Violet, and his eyes widened.
"Are you--"
he coughed.
"Are you an...angel?
Violet felt a lump in her throat.
"No...no, I'm not."
The boy gazed at her in disbelief.
"C'mon," Said Violet, "We gotta get you out of there."
She pulled him up out of the crevace. Right as she did this, a roar was heard, followed by distant stomping.
"Oh my God," said Violet.
The stomping was growing slowly, but steadily louder.
"We've got to go!"
"What about my sister!?" Shouted the boy,"She's still in there!!!"
He pointed at the crevace. The stomping was much louder now. Violet stooped down and looked into the hole. It was much larger than she had thought. It appeared to lead into some sort of cellar or basement.
"Get in here!"
She crawled into the hole, followed closely by the boy, and Walt. The made their way to the back of the room, where the boy's sister lied, apparently asleep. How could anybody sleep through this? thought Violet to herself. The stomping was almost right on top of them. They crouched down behind some crates, next to the boy's sister, and waited. The stomping stopped right outside of the hole, and then the voice of an enemy soldier was heard.
"Look over there!"
Violet's heart raced.
"there's a crawlspace in that rubble. Private Joseiph, go in and check it out."
"I'm on it, sir."
She heard the soldier rush over to the opening of their hiding place.
Violet clutched the pry bar in her fist tightly...
The soldier came through the hole, and stepped onto the floor of the cellar, and slowly stepped forward.
Violet was poised to unleash her fury. She could feel the adrenaline flowing through her blood. The soldier came ever closer. She slowly drew back the bar, with both her arms. He was almost upon the crates. Violet leapt from behind them, drew the bar back, and swung it down hard. Harder than she'd ever hit anything before. It struck the soldier's head. She could feel his skull crack beneath the blow, and his neck snap to the side. He had no time to scream. He fell went limp, and fell to the floor. Now was her chance. She took up his gun, a small, automatic laser gun, and ran up through the hole.
"Violet, don't--!!" yelled Walt after her.
------
"GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" Cried Violet, letting fly a barrage of laserfire upon the small team of Imperial troops. They barely had a chance to draw their guns before she cut them down.
A Gator, thought Violet. A Gator was what we heard stomping over here.
It's cockpit opened. The pilot stood up, beam rifle in hand, and fired at Violet. He missed. Now was her chance. She cocked the gun and unloaded another round at him. He was hit, but still he fired again, and again he missed. Another shot struck him in the chest. He shrieked, then fell from his perch and onto the ground. Violet stood there, breathing hard. I've done it! She thought. "Walt, bring the children out here. It's safe, now."
After a few seconds, Walt crawled out of the hole, followed by the boy and his sister. She was awake now, but fatigued and bewildered. Walt's eyes widened.
"How...how did you...?" He was lost for words. Violet briefly smiled at him.
The Gator still sat there, with it's cockpit opened. Violet realized what she had to do.
"Let's get the hell out of here," She said, and jumped into the cockpit.
"C'mon," She shouted at Walt and the children. They crammed with her into the small cockpit, the canopy closing behind them.
Violet had never piloted a zoid before, but her husband told her all about it. It was as if she was an expert.
"Do you really know how to drive this thing?" Asked the boy.
"Yes...yes, I do," She replied. She took the handles in front of her, and pushed them forward. Slowly, the Zoid began moving forward. Wait a minute...this is stupid, thought Violet. They can see me. She fiddled with some instruments, and pressed some buttons, and discovered the optic camouflage, which she promptly engaged.
"Whoa, cool! It's see-through, now!!" exclamed the boy's sister. She was wide awake now. The Zoid stomped forward, faster now. It would not be long before they were with the others in the safety of the Helic base.
------
"Sir! Imperial ground unit approaching!"
"What!? Prepare to open fire!!"
"Wait, sir, I'm getting a transmission...it's a republic code!"
I knew that code he gave me would be useful eventually! Thought Violet to herself. I always knew it would...he's always right.
"Unidentified pilot, the code you sent us checks out. We are sending out troops to escort you into the base."
As if on queue, two large shields opened up, and a pair of Godos stepped out and approached the Gator. We're safe, now, thought Violet. The Gator, escorted by the godos, entered the base.
When the shields closed behind them, Violet could see people huddled together in clusters on the floor. Refugees, she thought. From the Azure Tribe... The canopy opened. An entrance ladder was pushed up to the cockpit, and Violet, Walt, and the children climbed down.
"Daddy?" said the boy quietly. He stopped, his sister bumping into him. She always followed him so closely.
"Big brother, I always tell you to stop tha--...Daddy?"
"Daddy!!!!!"
They screamed, bursting into tears of joy, and ran over to their father, who stood with his arms outstretched for them. I guess they were separated in the raid, thought Violet. She began to feel her eyes water again. I mustn't cry again...I mustn't...
"Thank you," said the father, amidst his own sobs.
"Thank you so much,"
"You're...you're welcome," Violet said, her voice shaking. That's all she could say.
"You're welcome."
She turned away. Walt approached her.
"Well, it's been requested that I head to the medical corps. It appears that they are in desperate need of me."
"okay," Violet replied.
"I never really thanked you for saving us, so...well, um...thanks. I owe you one."
"okay," Violet again responded, short of words.
"It was nice meeting you."
Violet laughed.
"Yeah, you too."
"Well, be seeing you," Walt said, and he turned away and walked off, waving.
"You, too," Violet said, long after he had been out of earshot. A thought crossed her mind.
...Oh, Darling!!! I've made it!!!
She rushed to find someone official...someone who could lead her to her husband. She knew they'd tell her that he'd made it back from battle safely, after a long battle, pushing the enemy back into the dark continent. Her hero...they'd finally be back together, and things would return to the way they'd been...before the sirens...
Overjoyed, she raced to the command center, bursted through the door, and looked for the commanding officer. He'd tell her of her husband. She could recognize him by the descriptions her husband had given her so, so many times. She found him.
"Sir, sir!" she said to him, panting. He turned to her gravely.
"My husband, Lt. Gabriella of the Orudios Squadron! What news have you of him?"
"Ma'am," began the commander, "I'm so terribly sorry."
Her facial expression immediately changed.
"Lt. Gabriella's Orudios never made it back here to the base. We lost contact with him in a strike against the Guylos Gungyarados Phalanx..."
Violet walked slowly from the command center and back to the hangar, where the other refugees were sheltered. Nobody noticed the small automatic laser gun still strapped to her waist.
My Darling, I'm coming home...
She drew the gun, put it to her temple, and pulled the trigger...
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The sky was stained with the orange blood of dusk. There was a tangible odor of something burning in the air. The distant sound of gunshots and roars of the battle occuring just outside the small city could be heard. The people scurried here and there, parents herding their children away from their beloved homes, families huddled together fearing for their lives. Soon, they'd have to leave. They knew it. They should have done it already, but they couldn't bear to desert their homes. The sirens blared on. A great cannon blast was heard, and the approaching sound of a shell, screaching through the air, soon became a thunderous explosion. This one was closer. It hit a small building, sending shards of glass, metal poles, and broken structure flying this way and that. People shielded themselves from the furor of flying debris, but one man wasn't so lucky. A piece of glass struck the hand he had over his face. He withdrew it and screamed in agony, but his cries were soon silenced by a support beam, which rammed him straight in the jaw. He collapsed onto the ground. When the smoke cleared, a woman was heard. She screamed. "Marcus!!! No! Noooo!!!!!!!!" She knelt down next to him. "No, no, no no...please...no...please, no...no...no..."
Violet knew this woman. She ran over to her. She knelt down next to the woman and put her hand to the man's neck. No pulse. "I'm so sorry," She said, "So very, very sorry..." The woman sat there with a look on her face, a mixture of sadness, surprise, disbelief, anger, and regret.
"He's gone, isn't he?"
"Yes...yes, he is..."
Tears began to run down her face.
"No, he's not."
"Claire...I'm sorry, but..."
"He's not, I tell you! Look at him! He still has color in his cheeks! I can feel the warmth of his body!"
"Claire, I...I'm...He's..."
"No!! Why are you telling me this!?! How could you lie to me like that! What kind of person are you!?!!!"
"Claire, he's gone. I'm sorry. You must believe me. We have to go, the enemy will return. We have to get you out of here before then."
"No!!!" Claire shrieked. "You can't make me! I won't leave him! Not when he's just getting better!! He'll but waking up any second now!!!"
Jet engines...
"Claire, Listen to me! We have to go now! There's nothing more you can do for him!!!"
"I'm not going!"
They drew closer...
"Claire!!! We have to leave here! NOW!!! Don't you hear them coming! They'll--"
"NO!!!!!"
She shoved Violet away. She'd have to do this the hard way. The imperial airforces were almost upon them again.
"I'm getting you out of here"
She grabbed Claire by the shoulders and began dragging her to safety. She did nothing. Just as they reached a hiding place, she jerked herself free of Violet's grasp, and started running back to where her husband's body laid. The sound of bombs falling was heard. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
An explosion.
Claire was engulfed in the fire and smoke and debris.
Violet sat there, shielded by the rubble. Tears welled up in her eyes, and then began rolling down her cheeks, stinging her cuts and scrapes. She'd have to move on. There were others she could save. "You're a strong girl," Her husband told her. She reMembered his words. Would she ever see him again? I will, she thought. I will...
------
The bombs and the cannonfire had diminished by now. The ground forces would be coming soon. She made her way through the streets, finding her way out of the city. She still had a long way to go, though.
"Hey!"
What's that? Who's there?
"Hey! Over here!"
She looked around, and eventually saw where the voice was coming from. It was a middle-aged man, tall, with black hair. His arm was in an obviously hand-maid sling, which was stained with blood. Violet approached him cautiously.
"Hey," he said, in a calm voice. "Are you alright?"
"Mm-hmm," she found herself saying. Mm-hmm? You can do better than that. Say something!
"How long have you been out here?"
"um...," She had lost track of the time. It felt like days, but she knew it to be shorter than that.
"A few hours...maybe more," She said.
"I've been looking around here for anything useful, in case I found any survivors. I'm a medic, you know."
"Oh?" She said.
"Why are you holding that bar?"
Why am I holding a bar? I'm holding a bar? She looked down at her hand. There was, indeed, a metal bar grasped in her hand.
"Um...well, I thought it'd be useful for prying things open, if I got stuck or something."
Or bashing imperial soldiers' heads in when they come, she thought.
"Well, I suppose so," said the man. He held his hand out to her.
"My name's Walt. Walt LeVern. What's your name?"
She shook his hand. "Violet. Violet Gabriella."
Night cast it's purple veil down over the Azure Tribe. The Imperial ground forces gathered around the outside of the city, awaiting their order to strike. Vilot and Walt quietly moved about the streets, in search of survivors. The only sound was the distant stomps and roars of the enemy army, the crackle of the fires, and the occasional shifting of debris.
"Do you hear something?"
"...What?"
"Shhh!!!!! Just listen!"
"But what am I listening fo--"
"JUST SHHHH, WALT! LISTEN!!!"
Wow...for a medic, you aren't very smart, are you? Thought Violet.
"I...I think I hear it now!"
"Crying?"
"um...yeah! Over there, I think!"
They hurried over to a pile of boulders, apparently from a fallen house, made a small niche, seemingly not large enough for any adult...
"Help me," said Walt, trying to move a sheet of metal away from the pile, using only one of his arms. The other still rested in the makeshift sling.
"Ow! Dammit!"
"What? What happened?" asked Violet.
"I sliced my hand on the edge of that metal"
"Here," said Violet, ripping a piece of cloth from the bottom of her shirt. She wrapped it around his hand, then tied it off.
"Thanks," he said.
"Don't mention it," She said, wedging the bar under the metal sheet. She struggled with it, but soon it moved away. A young boy, no more than nine years of age, lay there, crying. He looked up at Violet, and his eyes widened.
"Are you--"
he coughed.
"Are you an...angel?
Violet felt a lump in her throat.
"No...no, I'm not."
The boy gazed at her in disbelief.
"C'mon," Said Violet, "We gotta get you out of there."
She pulled him up out of the crevace. Right as she did this, a roar was heard, followed by distant stomping.
"Oh my God," said Violet.
The stomping was growing slowly, but steadily louder.
"We've got to go!"
"What about my sister!?" Shouted the boy,"She's still in there!!!"
He pointed at the crevace. The stomping was much louder now. Violet stooped down and looked into the hole. It was much larger than she had thought. It appeared to lead into some sort of cellar or basement.
"Get in here!"
She crawled into the hole, followed closely by the boy, and Walt. The made their way to the back of the room, where the boy's sister lied, apparently asleep. How could anybody sleep through this? thought Violet to herself. The stomping was almost right on top of them. They crouched down behind some crates, next to the boy's sister, and waited. The stomping stopped right outside of the hole, and then the voice of an enemy soldier was heard.
"Look over there!"
Violet's heart raced.
"there's a crawlspace in that rubble. Private Joseiph, go in and check it out."
"I'm on it, sir."
She heard the soldier rush over to the opening of their hiding place.
Violet clutched the pry bar in her fist tightly...
The soldier came through the hole, and stepped onto the floor of the cellar, and slowly stepped forward.
Violet was poised to unleash her fury. She could feel the adrenaline flowing through her blood. The soldier came ever closer. She slowly drew back the bar, with both her arms. He was almost upon the crates. Violet leapt from behind them, drew the bar back, and swung it down hard. Harder than she'd ever hit anything before. It struck the soldier's head. She could feel his skull crack beneath the blow, and his neck snap to the side. He had no time to scream. He fell went limp, and fell to the floor. Now was her chance. She took up his gun, a small, automatic laser gun, and ran up through the hole.
"Violet, don't--!!" yelled Walt after her.
------
"GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" Cried Violet, letting fly a barrage of laserfire upon the small team of Imperial troops. They barely had a chance to draw their guns before she cut them down.
A Gator, thought Violet. A Gator was what we heard stomping over here.
It's cockpit opened. The pilot stood up, beam rifle in hand, and fired at Violet. He missed. Now was her chance. She cocked the gun and unloaded another round at him. He was hit, but still he fired again, and again he missed. Another shot struck him in the chest. He shrieked, then fell from his perch and onto the ground. Violet stood there, breathing hard. I've done it! She thought. "Walt, bring the children out here. It's safe, now."
After a few seconds, Walt crawled out of the hole, followed by the boy and his sister. She was awake now, but fatigued and bewildered. Walt's eyes widened.
"How...how did you...?" He was lost for words. Violet briefly smiled at him.
The Gator still sat there, with it's cockpit opened. Violet realized what she had to do.
"Let's get the hell out of here," She said, and jumped into the cockpit.
"C'mon," She shouted at Walt and the children. They crammed with her into the small cockpit, the canopy closing behind them.
Violet had never piloted a zoid before, but her husband told her all about it. It was as if she was an expert.
"Do you really know how to drive this thing?" Asked the boy.
"Yes...yes, I do," She replied. She took the handles in front of her, and pushed them forward. Slowly, the Zoid began moving forward. Wait a minute...this is stupid, thought Violet. They can see me. She fiddled with some instruments, and pressed some buttons, and discovered the optic camouflage, which she promptly engaged.
"Whoa, cool! It's see-through, now!!" exclamed the boy's sister. She was wide awake now. The Zoid stomped forward, faster now. It would not be long before they were with the others in the safety of the Helic base.
------
"Sir! Imperial ground unit approaching!"
"What!? Prepare to open fire!!"
"Wait, sir, I'm getting a transmission...it's a republic code!"
I knew that code he gave me would be useful eventually! Thought Violet to herself. I always knew it would...he's always right.
"Unidentified pilot, the code you sent us checks out. We are sending out troops to escort you into the base."
As if on queue, two large shields opened up, and a pair of Godos stepped out and approached the Gator. We're safe, now, thought Violet. The Gator, escorted by the godos, entered the base.
When the shields closed behind them, Violet could see people huddled together in clusters on the floor. Refugees, she thought. From the Azure Tribe... The canopy opened. An entrance ladder was pushed up to the cockpit, and Violet, Walt, and the children climbed down.
"Daddy?" said the boy quietly. He stopped, his sister bumping into him. She always followed him so closely.
"Big brother, I always tell you to stop tha--...Daddy?"
"Daddy!!!!!"
They screamed, bursting into tears of joy, and ran over to their father, who stood with his arms outstretched for them. I guess they were separated in the raid, thought Violet. She began to feel her eyes water again. I mustn't cry again...I mustn't...
"Thank you," said the father, amidst his own sobs.
"Thank you so much,"
"You're...you're welcome," Violet said, her voice shaking. That's all she could say.
"You're welcome."
She turned away. Walt approached her.
"Well, it's been requested that I head to the medical corps. It appears that they are in desperate need of me."
"okay," Violet replied.
"I never really thanked you for saving us, so...well, um...thanks. I owe you one."
"okay," Violet again responded, short of words.
"It was nice meeting you."
Violet laughed.
"Yeah, you too."
"Well, be seeing you," Walt said, and he turned away and walked off, waving.
"You, too," Violet said, long after he had been out of earshot. A thought crossed her mind.
...Oh, Darling!!! I've made it!!!
She rushed to find someone official...someone who could lead her to her husband. She knew they'd tell her that he'd made it back from battle safely, after a long battle, pushing the enemy back into the dark continent. Her hero...they'd finally be back together, and things would return to the way they'd been...before the sirens...
Overjoyed, she raced to the command center, bursted through the door, and looked for the commanding officer. He'd tell her of her husband. She could recognize him by the descriptions her husband had given her so, so many times. She found him.
"Sir, sir!" she said to him, panting. He turned to her gravely.
"My husband, Lt. Gabriella of the Orudios Squadron! What news have you of him?"
"Ma'am," began the commander, "I'm so terribly sorry."
Her facial expression immediately changed.
"Lt. Gabriella's Orudios never made it back here to the base. We lost contact with him in a strike against the Guylos Gungyarados Phalanx..."
Violet walked slowly from the command center and back to the hangar, where the other refugees were sheltered. Nobody noticed the small automatic laser gun still strapped to her waist.
My Darling, I'm coming home...
She drew the gun, put it to her temple, and pulled the trigger...
