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Lori: E-Elizabeth?

Liz: Yeah..?

Lori: Are you o-okay?

Liz: Oh I'm very pissed! They shot my gucci bag that I stole from Lettice's closet!

Elizabeth held up the sling bag, there was a bullet hole in it and Lizzie began complaining.

Liz: -And its so shiny as well!—

Lori: Liz..

Lori fell to the ground, her hand pressed against her side and she's clearly bleeding, that's when Lizzie remembered, there were two gunshots, and the bag only had one bullet hole.

Liz: L-Lori wait- hold on okay??

The girl on the floor just nodded, shutting her eyes whilst focusing on breathing, her side was literally killing her as blood painted the cold tiles under her.

Liz dropped to her knees next to Lori, and brought her up her lap, holding her, before taking out her phone, but luckily, someone in the crowd had already called the ambulance. Paramedics came rushing in the airport and took Lori away, while the cops took Lizzie aside and asked her some questions.

Cop 1#: Do you know what happened?

Liz: Of course I do..- I think?

Cop 1#: What do you remember before your friend got shot?

Lizzie cringed at the word "friend" but was able to hide it and just nodded.

Liz: We were saying goodbye to eachother..

Cop 1#: Is that all?

Liz: ..uhm... she was aggressively complimenting me about my hair bun-

Cop 1#: ...

Liz: ...

Cop 1#: Ok..

Another cop quietly went up to Cop 1# and whispered into his ear.

Cop 2#: This is the man you were looking for.

Cop 1#: ...That sounds gay...

Cop 2#: jUst—

Cop 1#: Oh wait, Thomas Seymour?

Cop 2#: Yes.

Cop 1#: Good, make sure he doesn't get away this time..

Cop 2# nodded and headed back to the other cops, Lizzie's eyes followed them until she saw the blonde man, Thomas, grinning at her, but she can tell from his face that he's tired and disappointed about something, they stared at eachother in suspense before the cops yanked him to his feet and dragging him to the police car, she lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Cop 1#: Right? I'm glad he's finally caught.

Liz: Huh?-

Cop 1#: Oh, you just seemed relieved that he's off to jail now.

Liz: Trust me, I am..

She shuddered at the memories with him, that moment where you can't seem to move or even yell anything, she had to be honest, it still haunts her in this life.

Cop 1#: Looks like your friend is already up.

Liz: Wait, really?-

Cop 1#: Yeah-

They nudged their head to the ambulance, Lori was sitting up on her phone like nothing happened while the paramedics were trying to lay her down, which made Liz smile and she ran towards the ambulance.

Liz: LORIII-

Lori: Shit, quick- tell her I died-

Paramedic 1#: Ma'am we can't really do that-

Paramedic 2#: Also, lay the fucc down we're not done with bandaging you properly-

Lori: But the WiFi is strong here-

Paramedic 1#: I know, but we can't just let you bleed like that.

Lori: I'm fine I'm just b-bleeding.

Paramedic 2#: Relatable.

Paramedic 1#: Miss, lay down please :'D

Liz: LoRi aRe yOu oKay?

Lori: I used to feel okay until you came here..

Liz: What does that supposed to mean?-

Lori: It means I love you, dumbass.

Paramedic 2#: Isn't it the other way around?

Lori: Shh.. You should go, Tudor.

Liz: But I wanna stay though..

Lori: Look, I don't know what just happened—

Paramedic 1#: You got shot :)

Lori: ...but I want you to be safe, okay? So just get your ass back home and stay there.

Liz: That's rude and sweet at the same time..... Make me-

Lori: Mezza poured mustard under your pillows..

Liz: Uhm... There's no way I'm leaving you, eVeN if Mez ruined my bed, you're more important and I just want you to know that.

Lori: ...You're an idiot, you know that?

Liz: Yep.👌

Lizzie then hopped in the back of the ambulance, grinning like a child opening their Christmas present, while the medics try to gently lay Lori down.

Paramedic 2#: Bobby- give me the sleeping gas-

Paramedic 1#: Oh yeah why didn't we used this earlier?

Paramedic 2#: This girl was typing in the WiFi password-

Liz: Hey Lori, what's their WiFi password?

Lori: B0tt0mCh3ck3rs.

Paramedic 1#: nO- shush-

They grabbed the mask and placed it over Lori's mouth, the girl eventually land on the bed, peacefully sleeping.

Liz: Sorry- I didn't catch that, what's the WiFi password aga— oh my god is she dead?!

Paramedic 2#: Nope.

Paramedic 1# then picked up the mask, this time, they covered it over Lizzie's mouth, soon enough she felt lightheaded and sunk down to her seat, sleeping.

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Cop 1#: We've finally caught you, Seymour. Tell us, do you work for someone??

They tied Thomas to a chair, one cop was stood in front of him while the rest were either behind or beside Thomas. The man hesitated, but he shook his head.

Cop 1#: Were you the one responsible for the house explosion?

Again, Thomas paused, he nodded slowly.

Cop 1#: Do you have other people working with you..? A gang or some sorts..?

Thomas stopped, Mannox, Dereham and Culpeper are still out there, not to mention Henry, he cletched his fists even tighter, his knuckles are now white and he's subtly shaking, through his troubled mind he was able to choke out:

Thomas: F-Four...

Cop 1#: Four? Four what? FOUR WHAT??

The cop slammed his hand on the table, which made Thomas tremble slightly, this awfully reminded him of Henry, he lowered his head, trying to shut the memory away.

Cop 1#: Thomas Seymour, you had committed major crimes, your faith is up to the judge so enjoy you life it while it lasts.

Cop 2#: He doesn't have a lawyer or something?

Cop 1#: He has nothing, plus, he confessed, possession of illegal uses and such, he's on a roll.

Thomas: ...Just shut it.

Cop 1#: ... Anyway..-

~

The time has come, and the Judge has decided, Thomas is gonna have to deal with the electric chair, the poor man never uttered out a word ever since.

He was forced to stay in an insane asylum for awhile, waiting for his death, but he gotta admit, the asylum was nothing like the movies, not that bad at all, he suffered worse, aside from the loud noises and verbal fights it was just him inside an empty and barely lit room, they basically shaved his hair off and threw him in there.

Then when the day came, he took a sharp rock and engraved something on the walls, it was just some words, then they took him away.

They made him sit on the chair, hands and feet tied strapped on the chair's arms and legs with a belt, judgemental faces staring at him through the glass as they placed electrodes on his head and then on his legs, all Thomas did was stare blankly at nothing while they covered his face, now he's staring at darkness, seconds away from death.

Then Thomas heard a flick of a switch, his body began jumping slightly and was flowing with electricity, his hands open, his body squirming on the chair, then it stopped, for a mere second before it was turned on again, but this time it was stronger, immediately he stiffened, it was like he never had joints.

They turned it off again, Thomas' body went limp and his chest shows that he wasn't breathing anymore.

“That day.. Thomas Seymour Died.”        ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ⁻

~

A janitor came into his cell, to clean whatever the man had left behind, they were surprised when they saw the wall and called in some cops.

Some eventually arrived and inspected it, it was just the first part describing how shit his life was, though, the last bit was "interesting".

“ˡᵃˢᵗˡʸ, ᴵ'ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ, ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ, ᴵ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʳᵘˡʸ ˢᵒʳʳʸ. . . ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵐʸ ᵃʳˢᵉ, ᶜᵒᵖˢ.”

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~•Le End•~

I didn't kill one of the good guys this time 👁️👄👁️