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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 5, 2007 21:40:53 GMT
I stop dead in the middle of the funeral home. I'd come here in a daze, sort of expecting it to be unreal.
People had been dropping dead for so long now, but never Shell. Not Shell. This just simply wasn't possible...well, before it hadn't been possible.
Now it was completely feasible, of course.
I stay still and quiet for a long while, unable to decide if it was right for me to be here or not, but unable to shake the feeling that I really shouldn't just leave.
And at the same time completely unable to shake the annoying voice in the back of my mind so far stuck in denial it's just saying, Not Shell, repeatedly in the vague hope that it'll become true if I think it enough.
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Dec 5, 2007 21:43:59 GMT
I sit in a chair, just staring at my daughter's casket. I didn't feel an ounce of remorse, after all her goal was to kill me.
I still had a feeling to be here, even though if anyone in the family knew I was here, they'd kill me in an instant.
I notice that a young man walked into the funeral home. Maybe a friend, someone she just knew or more. I didn't know.
I simply continue to stare at her lifeless body.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 5, 2007 21:50:26 GMT
I glance briefly at a man staring at the casket, still quite unable to move forward so I can actually see and verify it.
"This..." My voice shakes slightly so I have to stop before I manage to start speaking again, in a level way, "This is Shelby Crescent's funeral?"
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Dec 5, 2007 21:52:44 GMT
I turn slightly.
"Yes it is..." I say coldly to him. I stand up and walk over to the boy.
"And you are?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 5, 2007 21:57:55 GMT
I ignore the cold tone, quite frankly not caring anymore.
"Oh," I say softly, then realise he's carried on speaking and glance back up again, "Oh...Ian, I'm Ian. And you are?"
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Dec 5, 2007 22:00:25 GMT
"I'm Alex, her father." I look back up at Rubalyn's coffin.
"I bet you don't know that she has a double life, do you?" I ask as I walk right up to her side.
I look down at her and close my eyes. "An exact replicia of her mother..." I say softly, actually feeling a bit of sadness now.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 5, 2007 22:05:35 GMT
My blood boils slightly, but I manage to remain impassive as I remember everything that she told me about her father.
"No, I don't know, and I don't care about that. She's gone, does it really matter?"
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Dec 5, 2007 22:09:05 GMT
"It does for all of those effected by it." I say with a smirk. "For instance Briar. Her husband loves Rubalyn more than he'll ever love her."
I look at him for a second. "I've seen you around headquarters before... why on earth would she associate with you?" I say with a bitter tone.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 6, 2007 16:54:20 GMT
"Then her husband has my sympathies," I mutter, knowing all too well how it felt to be in that situation.
Then I laugh without any trace of humour, "I'm still trying to figure that one out."
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