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                “Easier, perhaps, for you, Officer,
                but I would much rather
                have a bullet in me
                then return to that god-awful
                place. I don’t belong there.”

    He wouldn’t believe her. No one
    did. They thought her nothing but
    insane. A loon. Worse then the
    town’s drunk. Had they stopped and
    thought to evaluate her situation perhaps
    they would better understand her need
    to give out the information which
    she had frequent nightmares about. The
    hauntings that she could not escape.

    But all they were c o n c e r n e d about
    was their own well being. Their
    own precious lives. What would it
    matter if her’s was ruined in
   exchange for another? She had no
   family, no friends.

    She had nothing.

    She was nothing.

    She meant nothing.

                “I’m not a threat to
                anyone, Officer. I’m not a
                threat— In fact, I’m the
                greatest ally to, well, everyone
                right now and they’ve locked
                me in a mental hospital.”

    How u n f a i r .

Rick wasn’t going to shoot her, no
matter what she said or how much
she attempted to fight him. If worse
came to worse, he would pin her down
and slap handcuffs on her. He wasn’t
going to shoot her, not today.

“Come on. You come quietly and
I won’t put the handcuffs on ya.”

He knew how much she hated them,
how she fought them. Maybe if she
didn’t fight back, he wouldn’t bother
putting them on her. It was a risk, but
he knew she wasn’t the type of person
to hurt someone, that she wouldn’t
dare lay her hands on the public or him.

Rick took a few steps forward.

“Hey, I’m not saying it’s fair.
I gotta do my job, and my job
is taking you back. So, lets 
make it easier for the both of
us.”

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