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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:29:35 GMT
"You're gonna be one heartbroken girl then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 16:37:51 GMT
"What is it gonna have to take for you to leave him alone? He's done nothing to deserve this."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:40:17 GMT
"He stole my life from me." I snarl. "I had a life. I had a job. I had friends. And he took it all away."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 16:46:36 GMT
"You can get it all back Logan, you just have to start over. It'll take time, but it'll be worth it."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:47:09 GMT
"I don't want to start over. I want him dead."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 16:50:14 GMT
"Why?! What good will come of that? 'Cos you'll feel better?!"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:55:11 GMT
"Hmm....yep yep."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 16:56:11 GMT
"Is that what you think? Killing Ian will help you fell better?!"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:58:50 GMT
"Much."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 16:59:44 GMT
"That's not right, it won't make you feel any better Logan no matter how much you think it will."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 17:13:30 GMT
"No it really will."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 19:05:59 GMT
"It won't, I know it won't no matter how much you think it'll make you feel it'll just make you empty inside."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 16, 2007 15:54:53 GMT
"Hmm...nope nope. You're wrong."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 18:22:24 GMT
"You may think so, but I don't."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 18, 2007 15:40:06 GMT
"Well, I do. And guess what? Right here, right now, in this situation, it's what I think that matters. Because you're not going to be able to stop me, no one is going to be able to stop me, and Chris won't even defend himself against me. So, he's just going to let me kill him and I'm going to go ahead and do it and that is that."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 15:49:55 GMT
"How can you take him away from me?! It's not fair Logan, and I know life isn't fair but that's not the point! The point is your taking something I love away from me, when I have done nothing to you!"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 18, 2007 15:52:31 GMT
"It's nothing personal, sweetheart. Nothing at all. He killed my friends, my brother, and he tried to kill me. Do you know what that's like, hunn? One minute, you're on top of the world, one minute you're invincible. Then your betrayed by the one person you trusted most and you have nothing! Nothing. What I'm doing, it's not to punish you, what I'm doing is to punish him."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:08:39 GMT
"Yes I know how it feels! It's feels like you've been stabbed in the chest and if that's not bad enough they twisted the knife back and forth, that you get so angry you feel like you'll explode. When your punishing him, your punishing me! Logan, I haven't been happy truely since my parents died that was two years ago, I wasn't really happy until him. He makes me happy Logan, you can't...you can't take him."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 19, 2007 15:10:45 GMT
"The thing about that, love, is that I don't give a flying fuck about you. I honestly don't. And if you get hurt in the process...I'm not going to lose any sleep over it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 20, 2007 18:50:48 GMT
I glare at him, but with the tears welling up in my eyes it really didn't give that much effect.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 21, 2007 9:05:19 GMT
"Aww...sweetheart..." I smirk, "Gonna cry?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 21, 2007 19:23:37 GMT
"No." I say brushing my tears away,"I"m not gonna cry."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 22, 2007 9:43:47 GMT
I smirk, shaking my head mock sadly, "So weak. And you made him weak as well. Hmm...yep yep. Or maybe he already was and he made you weak. I don't know. But either way."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 24, 2007 1:32:02 GMT
"He's not weak. I am not weak, we are not weak!" I argue.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 24, 2007 10:40:52 GMT
"Prove it." I challenge, "You're both weak because you both have weaknesses and they're so easily played on. I know exactly how to work the both of you, it is easy. You are weak. And pathetic. And what is it that I hear? Under Order protection. Well, that's just laughable. Who did they send? First Prewett was on your file, he kept that pretty secret though. And now who is it? Owens. Well, that is funny. Hmm...yep yep. It is."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 24, 2007 14:48:03 GMT
"Order protection?" They still don't trust you. My stomach tightens at the mention of Charlie's name.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 25, 2007 8:20:30 GMT
"You didn't know?" I smirk, "Why do you think you aren't dead already? Prewett keeps getting in the way. But now he's gone...Owens. Owens, Owens, Owens...I remember Owens. I remember his daughter...and his pretty pretty wife. Yep yep. He won't be hard to eliminate and then the playing field is level again. Then there is no Order protection in my way."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 25, 2007 19:30:46 GMT
I clench my fist angerily at the mention of my family."Do you honestly enjoying fucking up peoples lives? Does it bring you pleasure you sick bastard?!" I snarl."I swear to God, I"ll kill you myself."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 27, 2007 9:29:11 GMT
I smirk, pretending to think, "Hmm...yep yep. I do. And it does. Oh you're going to kill me?" My smirk disappears almost immediately andmy face darkens, "You say that again, or you make any move to carry out that threat and I will cut you down where you stand. I am keeping you alive, against my better judgement but I've made up my mind not to kill you. Do not make me change my mind because I will. And you'll regret it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 28, 2007 18:27:08 GMT
Don't test him Madeline, you know he will. And your in no postion to fight, you can barely stand.
I breath heavily, hair falling in my face glaring hatefull at him.
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