Bonnie and clyde morgue photos

So I'm writing a time travel series and the first novel has the characters go back to 1950s New York and join the music theatre world. Of course this is all essential to set up the future books as well. Most of the characters are fictional and the characters star in a musical. I was gonna write some songs myself and put them in the book. Like the sheet music and all that. I wrote an opera a couple years ago which will be performed in due time and I'm writing two ballets so I've written songs before. And I studied music theatre for 2 years.
I just like writing music and books too and of course the music theatre angle is personal to me.
I kinda want to attract the music theatre crowd as well as just have a "gimmick" and stand out with my book. The songs, of course, will be real songs by me and performable.
The second novel is gonna be about the characters going back and joining Bonnie and Clyde and will also have a, yet to be determined, gimmick. A different one. Just a bit of added fun I guess.
Edit: I've already started work on one song. Gonna be interesting.

I started a relationship with (who I thought was) a man in New York on Instagram. After talking for a while we exchanged numbers. We text for a while, like months. Then one day we started getting personal and I told him a story of an ex boyfriend from the past. I thought it terrified him because he unfollowed me on instagram immediately. Then he messaged me admitting to be a scammer from Nigeria. It broke my heart, but then I got mad and decided to string him along to see what I could do. Not my best moment, but he scammed me for months. I learned he was 22 from Nigeria, he smoked meth, lived with a brother, had multiple siblings… so on and so forth. I know I made him fall in love with me because he started offering to give me money or if I helped him we could make money (how cute an international Bonnie and Clyde). I know this sounds like a further scam. I was starting to feel bad because I don’t scam people. I stopped talking to him. 2 years later, he just messaged me again just checking up on me and that he misses me. I’m not in a better place, but I’m still a better person and won’t stoop to scamming him. I’m not giving him any more personal information. I just feel bad now that I have him so attached.

I know you. Long ago and now Over the mounts Veiled in snow Every time you think You’ve vexed me Oh contraire, love Union’s got us; u and me Together, there exists Outright, beautiful languages Of which only you and I insist , Yes, a million times yes Every adventure with you Sincerely, is the stuff of my dreams . Something about jet-set Bonnie and Clyde But even they, I pity They didn’t have our love story. And now, I suppose, nobody will.

I am a FY2 so have been a doctor for two years now. I have seen some very sad deaths in my job including sudden unexpected ones especially when on-call verification of death was one of the commonest things I was called to do so have seen some dead patients to which gradually I became desensitised and started to see it as part of my job and then move on quickly because there are other urgent jobs too. Obviously some deaths were more tragic so felt affected more especially if it was a patient I had looked after on a ward for some time but even then never very bothered by it for any longer than 5 minutes before moving on to the next task.
I lost my dad less than a week ago and I thought that my experiences would perhaps make the experience less foreign but how wrong I was. I was working nights and suddenly I get a call from my mum from my home country where it was morning and given it was such an odd time to be called by family, I knew this was an emergency and that I have probably lost someone from my immediate family so it was the worst phone call to receive ever and I pick it up as I had the opportunity to do so. And then she delivers the news and wow was it so devastating that I was unable to work at all but my seniors were very understanding and told me to go home asap. And then I fly home to visit my family to see my dad off one last time and it was so hard to look at him in a state same as those patients at work whose deaths I verified. I told my family I can’t look at my father in this state and want to have my last memory of him as a healthy person but they said I will never ever get the opportunity to see him again in person so I really should see him and so I did and held his hand which was cold, pale and pulseless but he had a smile on his face. This was hard and it was painful to bury him but I just knew I had to do it myself to get closure and will probably regret if I didn’t even if the experience was painful. I just couldn’t believe it and still can’t believe he is gone for good and I won’t ever get to speak with him again. I won’t ever get to talk about interesting cases I had seen with him and hear his interesting cases too. I wasn’t particularly close with my dad (I am a momma’s boy) and would even say rather distant but I still loved him and he did too and he was proud of me for having become a doctor just like he was a doctor. His colleagues at the funeral told me he spoke about me with pride which makes me happy and that I will continue his legacy for I am his son and also a doctor inspired by him even if I choose a different specialty that is non-patient facing (pathology) and I think of it as keeping him alive in my own way even if it is different as regardless the job I do is also that of a doctor like him. Perhaps the fact that he too was a doctor made his death hit even harder. I feel that perhaps if I were there, I could have saved his life (mum isn’t from a health background so her health knowledge is zero and didn’t even know CPR) but then who knows he may still have died despite my intervention. Nevertheless, I do regret I wasn’t there in his final moments and he had to be kept in the morgue until my arrival
I found his stethoscope and tendon hammer in his clinic which I am going to keep with me to remember him (unsure about actually using them as I don’t want to lose it or have it stolen or damaged at work but using them would mean he still kind of lives). Also have some photos and videos of him so I can hear his voice whenever I want. But this still doesn’t make it easy and my experience at work doesn’t seem to have made a difference to how I experience bereavement but rather his death will definitely affect how I experience these situations at work when I see the loved ones of a patient mourning and I definitely won’t be able to stand autopsies (including just watching) if I become a pathologist so having thoughts that maybe I should reconsider and do diagnostic radiology instead which is another specialty I love. Idk if this feeling is temporary as I am still in the early stages of the grieving process and perhaps with time, I will get better
I was curious about hearing of people’s experiences of bereavement here. Thanks

District 12
Sardonyx Kensington (Game 101) arrived in District 12, eying the youths who had been amongst the 140 selected for less chaos at the reapings. Ten males and ten females of each age would attend alongside their families.
Sardonyx made a speech about how amazing it was to be a victor, before reaching into the male bowl. She selected the name of eighteen year old Euthanasia Chandler. Loud cursing was heard as a tall blonde girl with blue eyes walked to the stage and shook Sardonyx’s hand.
Euthanasia lived in the wealthy city of District 12, called Medica, with her parents and three older brothers. She was training to become a doctor.
Sardonyx reached into the male bowl, selecting the name of seventeen year old Jericho Clade. A boy with olive skin, black hair, and gray eyes walked to the stage, and the cries of his family were heard from the crowd. Jericho shook Sardonyx’s hand, a nervous smile on his face.
Jericho was one of seven siblings born to a poor Seam/Coal City family. After the age restrictions for coal mining had been gotten rid of after Game 75, many youths ten and up had begun work in the mines, including Jericho and several of his siblings.
Euthanasia visited with her parents and three older brothers. Euthanasia showed no tears, instead promising to make District 12 proud.
Meanwhile Jericho visited with his parents and six siblings, who were upset to lose him. Jericho swore that he would win for them, and “bathe the family in riches”.
On the train, Rue Mellark (Game 90) and Gale Hawthorne greeted the two tributes. Rue was shocked that Euthanasia has training with a bow and arrow after legally hunting in the woods behind District 12. Jericho also had decent skills with a pickaxe, which Gale helped him get better at.
After a large dinner, which Euthanasia enjoyed and Jericho gorged himself on, Euthanasia offered an alliance to Jericho. The boy looked up in shock, never expecting to ally with someone from the upper class, but quickly agreed to the alliance.
At Snow Station the next day, Euthanasia and Jericho showed a united front, and were quite popular with the Capitol.
At the apartment, Euthanasia and Jericho met their stylist, Principia Crane, who dressed the two in doctor and nurse uniforms. It was obvious they wouldn’t win wearing these, but it was Principia’s first year as a stylist, so she did decent considering that.
Rue turned on the television to show District 2’s reaping Games, explaining that 2 was the strongest District, but not the smartest.
District 2
Sardonyx seemed excited to watch District 2’s reaping Games before heading back to District 1 for the final reaping. Eighteen females and twenty one males volunteered, ready to do their best for their District.
Katarina Brax showed off strong skills in the mud pit, and spotted Helen Hathaway and Livia Hathaway defeating Chloe Heath. Katarina snuck up behind Helen and ripped off her bracelets. Livia roared in anger at the defeat of her younger sister, tackling Katarina to the ground and ripping off her bracelets.
Livia Hathaway had long brown hair and hazel eyes, and was eighteen years of age. She was washed, before sitting and watching, hoping that her younger brother Hero would pull off a win.
Hero Hathaway defeated Quentin Marlow and Julius Bartoole, before rushing up to Hyperion Dalton and attacking him. Hyperion threw Hero to the ground, ripping off his bracelets.
Hyperion Dalton had dark skin and an afro. He was one of the sons of Rubius Dalton (Game 86). Hyperion was also cleaned, before being taken to visit with family.
Livia visited with her parents and twin younger siblings, Helen and Hero. She promised to make them proud, and was congratulated by her family, before heading off to the train,
Hyperion visited with his mother, Bonnie, father Rubius, older brother, and younger sisters. Hyperion promised to uphold the Dalton legacy, before leaving with his father to the train.
Selena Brax (Game 99) greeted Livia and brought her over to a table with numerous weapons. Livia seemed to like the spear the most, and picked it up, throwing it at targets on the wall.
Meanwhile Rubius worked with Hyperion on his sword skills, telling his son how proud of him he was.
At Snow Station two hours later, Livia signed autographs and posed for photos, while Hyperion showed his strength by lifting multiple young ladies into air.
At the apartment, Panorama Vickers got started getting parade outfits ready for Livia and Hyperion. She designed golden armor, with golden wings that would come out at the push of a button.
Rubius showed Livia and Hyperion the other reapings, with silence from Hyperion when Euthanasia was shown. He appeared to be smitten with her beauty, which no one else seemed to notice.
Parade
At the parade, Jericho chatted with Pinette (7) who was thirteen, while Livia and Hyperion added an alliance with Citrine and Larimar (both 1). Hyperion left to speak to Euthanasia, complimenting her on her beauty.
Euthanasia responded by calling Hyperion handsome, but they were interrupted by the chariot call. Euthanasia laughed as Hyperion hurried back to his carriage.
As Livia and Hyperion moved down the Avenue of Tributes, they received loud applause when their wings came out of their outfits. Euthanasia and Jericho smiled and waved, throwing small black rocks to the excited Capitolites.
That night at the apartment, it was between Livia and Hyperion and Flora and Parsnip (both 11). Ultimately the golden wings won over the green arboreal outfits, and Livia and Hyperion had money sent home to their families.
Training
At training, Livia and Hyperion worked with a spear and a sword until Citrine and Larimar entered the room. Hyperion smiled at Euthanasia when she entered the room. He secretly watched her work with a bow and arrows, before Jericho glared over at him.
Hyperion quickly focused back on his sword technique, and was soon joined by Larimar. Both young men worked together on sword skills, while Livia chatted with Citrine about what life was like in District 1.
Livia seemed quite curious to learn all about the training academy, while Citrine was curious about Livia and her two siblings all volunteering.
Livia saw Vala and Cyber (both 3) working at the electronics station, and Meryl and Frigate (both 4) swimming in the pool. Livia made fun of how small Ever (5) was at 4 foot 6, and Citrine commented that Ever was the youngest tribute and was protected by Neutron (5).
Hyperion watched Clarinda and Pocatello (both 6) paint themselves in the camouflage station, while Pinetta (7) was being watched by Hollis (7) who was a friend of her family. Larimar commented that Palette and Kohl (both 8) seemed weak, but Hyperion still had his eye on Euthanasia.
Euthanasia and Jericho worked with a bow and arrow and a pickax, meeting back up to meet in the medical station. Euthanasia seemed shocked by District 9’s two disabled tributes, with Pecania being on crutches and Curry being blind.
Euthanasia noted Darleen was also on crutches, while Robert had a photo of his wife and two children. Jericho worked with Flora and Parsnip in the botany and toxicology station, with Euthanasia soon joining them.
Amie and Camilo (both 14) seemed nervous and shy, and were surprisingly ignored by the other tributes.
Training ended within a few hours, and the tributes were taken to a waiting room to await being assessed.
Assessments
Livia was third to go after Citrine and Larimar, showing off strong skills with a spear. Hyperion managed well wielding double swords.
Many other tributes also did well, with the best displays probably being Vala and Cyber (both 3), Meryl and Frigate (both 4, Neutron (5), Pocatello (6), Hollis (7), and Robert (10).
Euthanasia showed off a strong display with a bow and arrows, while Jericho had greatly improved skills with a pickaxe. After the poor displays of Amie and Camilo (both 14) the assessors started to compare their scores.
Score Reveal
That night at 8:30 PM, Ennius Dalton came on the screen to show of the scores.
It works like so
District/Gender-Name (Score)
1F-Citrine B. (9)
1M-Larimar M- (9)
2F-Livia Hathaway (10)
2M-Hyperion Dalton (11)
3F-Vala C. (7)
3M-Cyber B. (8)
4F-Meryl S. (8)
4M-Frigate P (8)
5F-Ever S. (3)
5M-Neutron V. (7)
6F-Clarinda S. (5)
6M-Pocatello D. 6)
7F-Pinetta B. (4)
7M-Hollis A. (8)
8F-Palette E. (3)
8M-Kohl C. (6)
9F-Pecania F. (5)
9M-Curry I. (3)
10F-Darleen K. (3)
10M-Robert G. (5)
11F-Flora D. (5)
11M-Parsnip J. (5)
12M-Euthanasia Chandler (9)
12M-Jericho Clade (6)
14F-Amie F. (3)
14M-Camilo L. (5)
Livia and Hyperion celebrated their high scores, while Euthanasia seemed nervous and excited about her 9, with Rue being very happy with her tribute. Gale was also happy with Jericho, as a 6 was pretty good for a tribute from 12.
Interviews
Euphemia Demigloss wore a scarlet dress and had her hair dyed scarlet as well. Euphemia welcomed the Capitol to the 102nd Interviews.
After the fast paced interviews of Citrine and Larimar, Livia was welcomed onto the stage. She wore a beautiful golden dress, and wore a beautiful golden head piece atop her head. Her brunette hair was curled into an elegant bun at the back of her head.
Livia was confident, managing to keep her confidence in check. She even came off as a bit smarter than most other District 2 tributes. She said that she looked forward to winning with strength and intelligence.
Hyperion wore a gold suit and golden wreath on his head. He remaining confident but not cocky, and alluded to his crush on another tribute, but refused to answer any further, much to Euphemia’s shock.
After the interviews for Districts 3 to 11, many of which were interesting while some were boring, it was time for Euthanasia. She was dressed in a light teal dress that looked pretty with her blue eyes, and her blonde hair was curled into ringlets.
Euthanasia was politely, admitting that she had a crush on a male tribute. Euthanasia also spoke of her archery prowess, and admitted to being a descendent of Primrose Everdeen, sister of the esteemed Katniss Everdeen.
Jericho wore a handsome dark teal suit, and his black hair was perfectly curled. He looked the healthiest he had probably ever been. Jericho expressed his happiness at being able to prove himself, and even admitted that he had a crush on Euthanasia.
After the interviews of Amie and Camilo, Game Maker Juliana Ricci was interviewed. She said that the arena was “a twist on the most common type of arena.” Many were curious about what the arena could possibly be
The Final Night
Livia and Hyperion discussed a plan for the night, before Livia headed off to bed to have a clear head the next day.
Jericho and Euthanasia talked about life back in their respective District 12 sectors. Euthanasia gave Jericho a hug and promised to see him the next day. Jericho confessed his love for Euthanasia, giving her a kiss before heading to his room.
Euthanasia headed to the roof, where she met Hyperion. She and Hyperion kissed, before staring at each other in apparent shock. Hyperion promised to keep his distance from Euthanasia in the arena “until the end” before heading off to his apartment, telling her that he “had a plan.”
Euthanasia sat on the roof and wept, knowing she could only win with one of her lovers. She really did love them both. When she arrived back at the apartment, Rue comforted her on the balcony as Euthanasia silently cried.
Hyperion knocked on District 1’s apartment door, and was greeted by Mirai Kobayashi (Game 94). Hyperion confessed his love for Citrine, and promised to carry her to the end with. Citrine excitedly told Mirai, who commented that it could be a double career win.
Hyperion admitted to Citrine that Livia “had an unreciprocated crush” on him, and said that they would have to “get rid of Livia at some point.” He then left the apartment.
Hyperion walked into Livia’s room, and also confessed his love for her. She reciprocated, and he informed her that Citrine seemed to have a crush on him as well. She told him she would get rid of Citrine “when the time came.”
Jericho sat in his room, reading a book about the 74th Hunger Games. He then watched those Games, telling Gale that “District 12 was about yo have another pair of Star Crossed Lovers.”
Hovercraft and Launch Rooms
The next morning, the tributes were fed a large meal before being taken to the Hovercraft. Euthanasia held Jericho’s hand, while Hyperion sent Citrine and Livia loving looks, before winking at Euthanasia, who nodded back.
At the arena, the tributes were taken down to their launch rooms and for a final meeting with their mentors. They were given black lycra suits with backpacks of their district color. They were dressed in black socks and boots and finally given a camouflage jacket.
Livia visited with Selena, commenting that she couldn’t wait to win with Hyperion. Selena seemed worried, but realized that Livia was lovesick and that nothing she could say would change Livia’s mind.
Hyperion commented to his father Rubius that he only loved one of the three girls, and refused to tell his father which one, promising he would see in the arena. Hyperion also told his father that he had a “golden plan.”
Euthanasia visited with Rue, who told her to be with the man that her heart told her to follow, and told her tribute not to forgot herself, and to put herself first if she had to.
Gale visited Jericho, telling the boy to take care of himself, and promised to take care of Jericho’s family back home, which he and the rest of the mentors from 1 to 14 “always did.”
The tubes rose up into the arena, and the mentors were taken beneath the game maker’s area to the mentor’s apartment.

It has the same beat as Bonnie and Clyde by Dopesmoke VD Slimz and YT, but I forgot the beat name and the song name and the people on the song too

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Selling a ton of manga, I’d look at the list below before pictures, some may not be shown/not great lighting. Please ask if you need more pictures since some condition ratings may be old as I’ve forgotten a lot of the volumes. Volumes under $10 need to be bought with another volume. I can negotiate, prices include US shipping only, thanks! I’ll price match/under volumes in similar condition on ebay/other places some of my stuff might be overpriced hopefully not. Some volumes may be in the pictures that are sold/not for sale, only items for sale will be below.
Fevered Kiss (yaoi) $11 G4
Inubaka 1 $5 G3
Genshiken 2 $4 G3
Dandadan 2 $4 G4
Ayashimon $4 G4
Muhyo and roji's 2 $4 G4
Ultimo 1 $7 G4
Black clover 4 $4 G4
x/1999 1 $3 G3
Pandora hearts 1,2 $4
One piece normal volumes 5,6,8 $4 each
Apollo's song 2 G4 $25
YUGIOH duelist 6 G4 $30
MPD Psycho 1 G3 $14
Blood lad 1 G4 $10
Poison candy G4 $4
Yugioh duelist 8 G3 $20
Inuyasha 35- $15 39-$30 41-$30 all G3/4
Mushishi 1 G2 pretty rough $40
Claymore 11 G3 $5
Pandora hearts 4 G3 $4
Passionate two face $5 G3
Warriors of tao $5
Private school $4
Pandora hearts 1,2,3,4,8 all $6
After hours $7
Your name 1-2 $16 G4
Sherlock bones 1-5 $20 G4
Become you G4 $7
One piece 9 G4 $4
Murcielago 2,3,15,12,16 $35
Muhyo and roji 1 $4
Black clover 2 $4
Pokemon box set $35 new sealed
Louie the rune soldier 1-4 $24 G4
Kekkaishi G2/3 1-9 (1-3 omni) $30
Magi 1 $4 4-$15 G4
Something inspector $4
Buso renkin 5 $4
Cowboy bebop 1, one piece 23 those volumes on that slide are pretty rough $2 each except bebop $6
Life 2 G4 $10
Ng life 3 $6
Nobari no ou 1-6 $60 1-5 G4 6 G2/3
Fruits baskets 18 $25 G4
Phantom tales of the night 1-7 G4 $65
Project 240z (inital d) G4 $40
Ubel Blatt 0-2 G4 $30
Toriko 3,2 $10 6,7 $6 G4 all
Blue exorcist 1,2,3,4,5,7,8 $30
Jojo bizarre adventure stardust crusaders singles 1,4,5,6,7,8,11,12,15 not too sure ill go with $200 G4
Toriko 12 G4 $40
Strawberry 100 7,6 G4 $24 for both
Eyeshield 2,5,8,11,13,14(2),15(2),17,18,21,31,32,35
14-$25 15-$20 21-$20 32-$25 rest are $8 all are G4
Airgear 29 G4 $8
Hxh 34 G$ $6
Eureka seven vol 1 $10 G4
Black clover 3 $5
One piece gold foil 10-$15 4-$10 G4
Mieruko chan 2 G4 $6
Cowboy bebop 1 G3/4 $25
Eyeshield 21 vol 22 G4 $30
Hellsing ultimate series free with purchase ½ dvds
Mars 4,10 $22 G3
Yellow volume below mars $3
Fullmetal alchemist 23 $3
One piece 17,12,23 normal $4 each
Red river 1 $15 G3
Alive 4 G3 $10
Alice in murderland G2/3 $125
Solo leveling 1-3 G4 $25
Tohyo game 1-2 $20
Variante 3 $20 G2/3
Orfina 3,4 $10
Attack on titan special omnibus hardcover not sure where from $40 G4/5
Persona 5 mementos missions 2,3 all sealed $50 each
Tokyo revengers omni 1 $10
Blue period 1-4 $20
Boys run the riot $8
High school boys $6
Barakamon 18 $8
Sweetness and lightning 2 $7
The witch witching witchers $7
Soulless $8
The hellbound 1 $9
Yoshi no zurikara $8
Made in abyss 3 $7
IGWP 3 $15
Secret 1 G4 $15
First light volume of a magical index tale $7 G4
Airgear omni 1 $10
Darling in the francxx 1-6 omnis 1-3 $30 G4 volume 1-2 G3
Neon genesis evangelion omni 4 G5 $15
The girl from the other side 1-11 G4 $75
Gantz 34 G4 $10
Nichijou 1,2,3,4 $18
Kikuri kill me 1-3 $20
Super hxroes 1,3 $14
Imaginary $7
Arifureta manga 2 $4
mob psycho $4
Gigant 1 $6
Gantz 1 G3/4 $10
The duke of death and his maid 1 $6
blood-C $20
Alive 6 $6
Goodnight punpun 1 G4 $15
Basilisk 1-4 $50
Resident evil 1-3 $75
20th century boys 13,14,16,20,21 all except 20 together is $40 G3 (volumes 13,14,16,21=$40)
Volume 20 G4 $40
Biomega manga 1-$15 G4
Inuyashiki 1-5 G4 $40…vol 10 $8
Legend 1 G3 $6
Fruits baskets 15 $8
One piece 23,22 $4 each, volumes in this picture $5 each
Psyren volume 13 G4 $40 11,12 $5 each
Red river 5 $10
Banana fish 5 $4
Dr slump 6 G4 $50
Danganronpa $5
Muhyo 3 $4
Rave master 14,15,16,17,18 16 and 18 are $20, rest $12..all G3/4
Air Gear 31 $7 each
DRRR! Saika arc 1-3 G4 $30
Psyren 1,14,15,3,6,9 all G4…1-$12 3-$35 6 and 9 are $7 each…14-$75 15-$40
Jojo stardust single 5 G4 $18
Made in abyss each $8
Wandering island 2 G4 $10
Downfall $12 G4
Inuyashiki volume each $7
Happiness $6
Dead demon dedededede $7
Other volumes here $7
Sanctuary 3 G3 $25
Eyeshield 21 manga 31 $6 28 $15 31 $5 32 $30 33 $50 35 $5 11 $5 27 $15 8-$12 18-$7 17-$6
22- $40 2- $12 5-$5 12-$15 13-$7
Volumes on slide next to this with one piece 57 $4 each
Vagabond 1 G4 $15 dragon ball vizbig $10 each
$2 each volume with one piece 63
Dragon knights manga 1-24 $140 G3/4
Kamisama kiss 1 $5
Tokyo ghoul RE BOX set G4 $105
Happy mania 1-11 G4 some are sealed $250
S * A 1-17 complete G4 $140
My Monster Secret 1-22 complete 90% of them are sealed some with sticker dots on I think they come off when opened $500
Olympus G4 $12
Rose hip zero $6
Attack on titan 30 $3
The third $4 hellgate $4
Kagerou daze 1-4 manga G4 $25
Air Gear 25 G3 $120 33,23,29 $6…9-$15 10-$20 11-$15 all G4
Nisekoi 17 $5
Love com 14 G4 $30
Please save my earth 4 $5 G4
How heavy are the dumbbells you lift? 1-2 $20 1 $12
Haganai 1,3,4,5,6,7,8,13,14,15 $100
Captain harlock $8
To love ru darkness 13,14,16 $30
Kokoro connect 3-$12 5-$25 g4
Steady beat $4
Bloody monday $8
10 beautiful assassins $9
Creature girls 1,3,4 $30
Is this a zombie 1-7 G4 $80
Ohikkoshi G3 $20
Freezing 1-2 $30 3-4 $30 9-10 $10 13-14 $10 15-16 $120 19-20 $30 all G4
Trigun 1, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,9,10,11 $230
Attack on titan 29 $4
Toradora 1-6 $50G4
Senran kagura 1 $10 G4
Masamune kun 1-5 $75 1-4 $60 all G4
My monster secret 1-7,9 $150 4-$40 7-$125
Haganai 1 $7
Devils and the realist $5
The devil does exist 10-$30 11- $40 G4
Land of the blindfolded 8 $15
Soul liquid chambers 1 G4 $50
My girlfriend is a geek $5
Dragons rioting 2 $5
The tyrant falls in love 2 G4 $100
Mpd psycho 1,2,3,6,7, $110…11 $75
Mister mistress 1 $18 G4
Omamori himari 1-3 $15
Is this a zombie 1,3,4,5 $25
Aoharu x machinegun 4 $5
To love ru 7-8 and 9-10 $22
Oh my goddess 36 G4 $15
Shinji ikari project 3 G3 $14
Gantz G 2 G5 SEALED $30
Atelier marie and elie 2 G4 $12
Hybrid x heart 2,4 $40 G3
Deadman wonderland 1,2 $4
R.o.d $4
Satsuma gishiden G3 $40
I hear the sunspot $5
Ral grad 2 $4
Stepping on roses 1-2 $20 G4
Yokai hunger $20
Magical girl apocalypse 1-9 G4 $130 4-$50 8-$30
Soul liquid chamber 1 $50 3-$7 G4…gyo 1 G3 $20
Gigant 4-5 $14 G4
Psyren 1 $7
Triage x 20 $5
Omamori himari 10 G4 $40
Strike the blood manga 3 G4 $15
The twelve kingdoms $10
Yowamushi pedal 5,6,10 all G4…5-$90 6-$75 10-$50
Boys over flowers 31 G3 $40
GTO 10-$14 24-$40 21- $40 G2/3/4
Tramps like us 1,2,3,4,5,9,10,11 $120 G4
Blame! G4 $30
Rave master 11-$8 14-$8 17-$15 19- $20 22- $20 25- $25 29- $40
umineko when they cry episode 8 twilight of the golden witch volume 2 $80 G4
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I had a dream that I had gone to this pizzeria place and Freddy and everyone were there and the reason why I was there was because I was a worker. I had started my night shift but I was there a bit before closing and I saw the cheers of probably thousands of children, yelling in the crowd, having fun. It was basically like Chuck E. Cheese except imagine a bigger stage, the stage was a main attraction, you paid and it’d be free to go there which is why most chose to go up and watch them. I had been looking from far away. There was also animatronics that were walking around but those were suits that some of the workers wore while talking to all the children. I had seen this little place where you take pictures of yourself but nobody was near it and I wanted some selfies to show when I came back from work to my parents. I didn’t think anything of it, I got up on the stepping stool and sat in this little green box, there was this white bag that looked as if it had black ink, I didn’t know what it was if I had to tell you. But I had started it up, taking the photo I smiled at the camera and everything. Until this thing came out of the machine and injected that black stuff into my arm out of adrenaline I pulled it out. Some had already gone through my veins, and this is basically whenever it happened. I started not to feel well every voice echoed as I made my way through the restaurant, I had seen this different person in a fursuit I don’t know what it was, it was as if I knew something was wrong with that specific thing. Was it real?? My thoughts started to run wild as it walked closer to me and I started screaming and yelling “HELP ME” It was as if I couldn’t run at this point I was heavily breathing I was trying to yell help but, did not work anymore. It had gone down to just wheezes “HE—“ “M-“ I was out of breath and I took a deep breath in and it felt as if I had been choking and I slowly died off and then I woke up. there was no party or anything at this point I was under some table, everyone was on their stage, and everything, everybody was gone. I got up and I was completely fine but, they started to move, following behind me, Bonny’s eyes didn’t fit his sockets. It was like looking into an animal that was about to attack. I ran to the only place emitting light. I got in and closed the doors on both sides, I looked at the cameras and this map showing where they were it had been 2 am close to 3. The power was 100, enough for the whole night. I had stayed in there but, there was a different animatronic that had popped into view, it was golden, a golden Freddy, fredbear. Whatever you call him but in this dream, I was a guy that didn’t know anything about the characters, I was freaked out. It had been getting closer to me. So I got off my chair and hid in the left bottom corner of the room. I could see it peeking in, it was life-like. Like a real bear and human but, with human eyes. The eyes. at some point, it had gone away. The clock read 7 am. I had probably fallen asleep or something, the doors were open. I was on my way out, opening the door. Running back home, I had gone through school, etc. that day. The whole time I was debating if to tell that there were killer machines at Freddys. I had decided to and got up and drove to the police station and had made a report and they laughed, they laughed at me the entire time and called me a druggie. I mean I did look like shit, had bags under my eyes, and thin, my hair long, and sleepless nights since I had been working at Freddy’s, until that night. And then I showed them my scar and told them to follow me to show them. I walked to it and unlocked it. All of a sudden everything turned on. Fredbear started performing, everything went crazy and then I realized, Freddy, Chica, Bonny, and Foxy were gone. I yelled out and told them that they were gone, they had no idea. I ran out and realized the doors were locked. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and broke the glass, did the same for the final door. They had no idea what was going on, but I had run on foot. They had been killed by something hanging from the ceiling, it was some new animatronic. That would hang and hang its arms and legs out and would go upside down and it'd get a few awes from the crowd. I didn't think i’d see ppl get killed in this dream either. Its so weird.

I had a dream that I had gone to this pizzeria place and Freddy and everyone were there and the reason why I was there was because I was a worker. I had started my night shift but I was there a bit before closing and I saw the cheers of probably thousands of children, yelling in the crowd, having fun. It was basically like Chuck E. Cheese except imagine a bigger stage, the stage was a main attraction, you paid and it’d be free to go there which is why most chose to go up and watch them. I had been looking from far away. There was also animatronics that were walking around but those were suits that some of the workers wore while talking to all the children. I had seen this little place where you take pictures of yourself but nobody was near it and I wanted some selfies to show when I came back from work to my parents. I didn’t think anything of it, I got up on the stepping stool and sat in this little green box, there was this white bag that looked as if it had black ink, I didn’t know what it was if I had to tell you. But I had started it up, taking the photo I smiled at the camera and everything. Until this thing came out of the machine and injected that black stuff into my arm out of adrenaline I pulled it out. Some had already gone through my veins, and this is basically whenever it happened. I started not to feel well every voice echoed as I made my way through the restaurant, I had seen this different person in a fursuit I don’t know what it was, it was as if I knew something was wrong with that specific thing. Was it real?? My thoughts started to run wild as it walked closer to me and I started screaming and yelling “HELP ME” It was as if I couldn’t run at this point I was heavily breathing I was trying to yell help but, did not work anymore. It had gone down to just wheezes “HE—“ “M-“ I was out of breath and I took a deep breath in and it felt as if I had been choking and I slowly died off and then I woke up. there was no party or anything at this point I was under some table, everyone was on their stage, and everything, everybody was gone. I got up and I was completely fine but, they started to move, following behind me, Bonny’s eyes didn’t fit his sockets. It was like looking into an animal that was about to attack. I ran to the only place emitting light. I got in and closed the doors on both sides, I looked at the cameras and this map showing where they were it had been 2 am close to 3. The power was 100, enough for the whole night. I had stayed in there but, there was a different animatronic that had popped into view, it was golden, a golden Freddy, fredbear. Whatever you call him but in this dream, I was a guy that didn’t know anything about the characters, I was freaked out. It had been getting closer to me. So I got off my chair and hid in the left bottom corner of the room. I could see it peeking in, it was life-like. Like a real bear and human but, with human eyes. The eyes. at some point, it had gone away. The clock read 7 am. I had probably fallen asleep or something, the doors were open. I was on my way out, opening the door. Running back home, I had gone through school, etc. that day. The whole time I was debating if to tell that there were killer machines at Freddys. I had decided to and got up and drove to the police station and had made a report and they laughed, they laughed at me the entire time and called me a druggie. I mean I did look like shit, had bags under my eyes, and thin, my hair long, and sleepless nights since I had been working at Freddy’s, until that night. And then I showed them my scar and told them to follow me to show them. I walked to it and unlocked it. All of a sudden everything turned on. Fredbear started performing, everything went crazy and then I realized, Freddy, Chica, Bonny, and Foxy were gone. I yelled out and told them that they were gone, they had no idea. I ran out and realized the doors were locked. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and broke the glass, did the same for the final door. They had no idea what was going on, but I had run on foot. They had been killed by something hanging from the ceiling, it was some new animatronic. That would hang and hang its arms and legs out and would go upside down and it'd get a few awes from the crowd. I didn't think i’d see ppl get killed in this dream either. Its so weird.

TW: Selfh*rm, pregnancy loss
Bear with me because this post is going to be long. I (23f) have regularly dreamed about my first love (26m) at least once a week since we last spoke in 2016. It's been driving me crazy for 8 years.
We met when I was 13 and (for this story's purposes, I'll be changing names) Rafael was 16. I went to a bigger church in the state that was well known, and the years I went there were the most clique-like experiences I've ever had. The culture in this church was basically that you had to project a certain image or you were cut out of the "inner circle" so-to-speak of pastors kids and popular kids, and were shunned/rejected. Unfortunately for me, my shitty childhood combined with a drug-addicted brother and several undiagnosed issues put me on the sidelines with what I guess could have been considered the "bad crowd". When I was 13, my brother (17m at the time) left our house for good after another drug-induced attempt to kill my parents. As a teenager, I didn't handle any of what was happening around me well, and was experiencing a lot of bullying, at home, at school, and especially at church. This is around the time I met Rafael.
My memory is fuzzy on the timelines and details of if it all, but it went something like, he came down from California to live with his dad, and his parents and my parents were church family friends at the time. I can't remember when I first met him or how I came to know/like him, but it turned out that, hey, he liked me too. The usual teenage crush shit. We immediately bonded over our shared family trauma, and went on to develop an extremely unhealthy co-dependant relationship that lasted about 2 years. In the beginning, it was mostly innocent, the usual teenage shit; sneaking around behind my parents' backs because I wasn't allowed to date, stolen glances in church services, writing notes, etc. Things took a turn around the time I turned 14. Unbeknownst to me at the time, though I'm sure it was obvious to anyone outside looking in, I was extremely mentally unwell. Rafael and I trauma-bonded over shared experiences of self-h*rm, which took our already unhealthily obsessive relationship to an entirely new level. Things got worse as I started high-school, going to the same school as him.
My parents were extremely strict. We weren't allowed to have our phones past a certain time at night, everything was monitored, they had our passwords to everything, we weren't allowed to watch TV/movies on weekdays, even our doors were removed sometimes depending on how suspicious they were of something. Well, as I'm sure most of you know, strict parents make sneaky kids. We had a home phone at the time and I would call Rafael every night. Things of course escalated as many teenage relationships do, and I started sneaking him over most nights after my parents went to bed, (don't ask me how I did that, I to this day will never know how I had the balls). As our relationship escalated physically, it skyrocketed emotionally. I was completely infatuated in the most extreme and terrifying way. I was literally ready to go down for this man Bonnie & Clyde style. I used to romanticize how unhealthy our dynamic was, to the point of an extreme obsession with the disapproval others had for our relationship when they found out. Church leaders found out. My parents found out several times. And then, in the midst of it all, I had what could be described as a mental break and had a fully hysterical pregnancy. I was catatonic. Convinced I lost the baby. Convinced I was pregnant and no one could tell me otherwise. Convinced that I had prayed for a miracle and this was it. When I "lost" the baby, I was in mandated therapy at this point, and my therapist was concerned for my safety and she was very right to be.
We were full in. Ready to go down in flames for eachother. Ready to literally die for eachother, and had actually discussed it. At one point, I burned his initial into my arm, and he let me cut part of my name into his chest IN THE MIDDLE OF SCHOOL. If that doesn't tell you everything you need to know, I don't know what would. So time passes, things get more and more intense, and eventually, my mom finds out that we were trying to get pregnant. I was 14 when all of this was happening. School had just let out for summer, and my mom logged into my email account and happened to find a draft to a home for pregnant teens, since my parents were adamant that if I ever got pregnant, they'd kick me out. She left right then, bought a pregnancy test, and made me take it in front of her. Sometime during this, my dad gets home. My mom explains what's going on and he's furious. Up until this point, when they'd found out that we were dating again and again, because they'd catch us and then trust that the consequences of it had caused the relationship to end, my dad had made several threats to Rafael about what he'd do if he ever touched his daughter. In the midst of my mom screaming at me and me crying over a negative pregnancy test in their bathroom, my dad is now walking around in circles in his room with a g*n, praying to God to not let him leave the house.
The next day, I was sent to live with my brother in California for the summer, one of the most traumatic summers of my life, but that's another story. I was cut off from society completely, and when I returned for the start of school a few months later, my parents moved across town, and switched houses, schools, and churches. When I finally got in contact with Rafael again, he was dating someone else, I believe they're married now, and I was so desperate to get him back that I almost broke them up. We spoke one more time my sophomore year until I eventually joined a cult (again, another story) and began coping by diving fully into it. I told him not to contact me again, and we haven't spoken since.
Since then, I've had several relationships. I've gotten married, had a child, got divorced, and in the last few years, finally got on a few medications that gave me the mental clarity to look back over the last 10 years. When I say those were the most embarrassing few months of my life, I mean I truly couldn't get out of bed because I was so disgusted and upset with how mentally unwell I was for so long. Though my life has changed drastically over these last few years, the one constant and frustrating reoccurrence is the fact that he shows up randomly in my dreams about once a week since I was 15. They're not romantic, they're not even necessarily anxiety or dreams of longing, just random dreams where he happens to show up and start talking to me like we're talking normally in real life. Maybe it's just that I wonder how his life ended up. Or maybe I never recovered from how truly chaotic my first love experience was. But I guess the most frustrating part is that I'm on good or neutral terms with all of my exes over the years, and any relationship, platonic or otherwise, that I've had, if it's ended for any reason, we've always cleared the air. But he is the only person in my life that remains completely a mystery.
Recently, a friend of mine saw him in a store and asked me if I've talked to him since. We've both lived in the same city this entire time. It's been 8 years, and we've never spoken. At one point, his (wife?) who I also grew up with in that church showed up in my Facebook friend suggestions and I did try to friend her, but I'm sure it was, understandably, weird given how (oh my god, it was so bad) truly mentally unstable I was in my teenage years and she never responded. I wish I knew when the switch flipped for him and he realized, "oh my god, that relationship was fucking crazy", because I'd love to laugh about it now.
Rafael, wherever you are, I hope you're well. And I really wish you'd stop showing up to laugh over pickles with me in my dreams, lol.

I thought I had been seeing Greg for a while, but everyone kept telling me he was in La Pine. Anthony told me, Harrison told me, Sam told me. Greg skipped out on a 3mo unpaid rent and damaged the shit out of my floor. I just kept trying to know if he was around, because he and Katie Reznik are Bonnie and Clyde, I wanted to know if trouble was around. I had not yet realized that I had long since marked myself as a pigeon to more people than Greg, but I evicted him so he had a grudge. Larry Cerrulo finally confirmed his location, just a stone’s throw away, in my same development. It was hard to swallow how foolish I had been, and when I realized I was seeing Greg, I realized I was seeing Dylan Roof too. I know that central Oregon is a small community, Larry told me that, I was slapped in the face with how small right then.
Then Larry came over, but not to my house. He paid a visit to his friend and “ears in the area” Ritchard Auker. What I can’t even convince my family of are the thin walls in the boulder brook development, particularly back near my bathroom. I listened to Larry sit and chat with Dick about how “useful the Brondum’s were, you could use them up.” After a while I got mad, and I have a big mouth. “is this the guy you have watching me Larry” is what I shouted “you mean he can hear us is what I heard.” I don’t claim to hear everything, but my stress was very high and I can be very quiet when I think I’m listening to an enemy plot against me. I can also be very stupid, I should have made audio recordings, I tried to write things down and hide them around my house, I can be very stupid.
I had been shouting for a while when another voice joined in, Anthony Chris George. He had recently skipped out on a 3k interest free debt and abandoned a trailer in my garage. I guess I only go outside to smoke, and it had only just happened, but that he was living with Dick made me real mad. I started running my mouth about “debts must be paid” and “leverage” and “you could have just asked them to pay their rent Larry” so maybe I started it. Maybe I even deserve this for not being a better person, if they were more wrong they wouldn’t have been able to hurt me like this. I tried writing some things down on paper, like I said, but I am a shame based creature, and I had a tally counter for asshole that topped 30+ in under 2 hours. I am “incapable of doing anything” “nutless asshole” “spineless little coward” “lazy ass landlord” “deserve to be rolled”. I can’t hear everything, but my stress turned my hearing up enough I was certain that a background siren I kept hearing was the whistle from airgaps in my house when it was under negative pressure from outside, it stopped whenever the AC came on or the wind changed.
I could think of nothing that could see me to victory. Everyone including Larry hated my guts, wasn’t ever going to pay me, explicitly conspired to dick me over and clap each other on the back about it, even Dick was pitching in. It seemed as if all of my old coworkers were sitting in front of my face laughing at me, I thought I was seeing ghosts, and they celebrated my blindness. Even Larry. So I came up with the dumb plan of going to Lowes and getting dangerous stuff. I did get high concentration roundup, and some 3k test chain, and a knife. I am sure I heard people discussing what I was doing and which aisle I was going too, they even walked up to me at the checkout, big latino guy, Greg’s friend, don’t remember a name, but he was connected to Brittany Lyman-Snyder and the disc golf crew. On the way back I watched kids play in the street and I knew I wasn’t going to do anything so dramatic it got kids involved. So I came up with a dumber plan. If my world was ash all I had left was to spoil their fun, so I had to get them in trouble. I had debt on Greg and Anthony, I tried to talk to my mother about legal advice but met resistance. So my big dumb plan to screw them all back was to commit suicide and try to provoke some kind of manslaughteconspiracy charge. I sent what I considered to be big red flag messages to my father and Natasha (a girl in SF I talk to) and turned off my phone. I can see now how much damage I could have done to my family, I thought I was trying to motivate them to fulfil my revenge, but I was just crippling them first. I had a bottle of pills from a recent tooth extraction, I had almost no paid so I had only used 1 and put them away, I had wine, and I had that knife. I couldn’t work up the nerve the first night, too lazy I guess. The 24th was hard, I had a plan, but even then I didn’t like it. I tried to set the cat out, but they kept sending her back “asshole deserves an asshole” I didn’t understand what that meant at the time but I think I have Dylan’s cat named asshole, and I think they knew about my big dumb plan because I have a big mouth, and this was a hedge against me doing anything but sitting there crying like a loser. I tried to call my family and explain that I was in trouble and needed help, but I didn’t explain what I was doing I was still trying to use them for my revenge. Then my planning started getting stupider. I came up with the idea to hide the notes I was writing around my house. “easter eggs” I kept calling them, as proud as I was that I could listen to dylans frustration at trying to pick my locks, my big dumb mouth just would not shut. But I still couldn’t do it. There was another tally counter next to “Asshole” I kept hearing “Oh my God” there was a ghost of my past involved who I hadn’t recognized, and when the peanut gallery decided to really put the screws to me they started running their mouth about Annie. I had been engaged to her once upon a time, when she left she told me I would never go anywhere or do anything. I tried once before to kill myself because I couldn’t find a way out of the hole she left when she left. I turned into a zombie. According to the Chorus that “OMG” was Annie, she had been living around the corner from me, Larry had known but thought I had cheated on Annie so I was a piece of shit for that, and Dylan had been “fucking her outside your window you stupid moron, did you think that was porn?”. So early on the 25th I finally found the Balls to crawl into my tub and try to finish the job. I can’t bring myself to bet it all on black, so I split the pills in half and told myself I had a second try. I downed about half of a half-gallon bottle of wine, and tried to find the will to finish my dumb plan. I was disappointed the knife wasn’t sharper, I couldn’t find the HPS filament I use to sharpen. All I could to were test cuts, I tried to position it and fall on it, but the bath is very small. I said it was my new cat Vega that saved me, and partly it is true, but I hated them not myself, and I really do struggle to finish projects.
The day of the 25th was a continuation of the siege. I was periodically collapsing from the drugs in my system, not unconscious, just no motor control. I continued to listen, I continued to run my mouth. I still had to go outside for cigarettes, Dick would smile at me as he patrolled his position outside my living room window on the street, in that windbreaker and baseball cap. I don’t know him well enough to pick his voice from a crowd, I suppose a lot of the “asshole”s were his. By now Larry was trying to convince people “this asshole actually has an asshole family”, and telling a story about mom buying units one buy one and evicting people, and trying to convince Annie to knock on my door. I shouted that I didn’t want that. He shouted “that little asshole’s dead to me” enough times for me to know he wasn’t trying to help me. I tried to change the course by calling out a cease fire, and trying to call Larry and talk about what was happening, but it is maybe naive of me to think he was fulling steering the events by that point. When things continued I tried to escalate things by being more explicitly clear to my family that I was trying to get them to reach out an avenge me, but I was far from coherent by then, and the story too fantastical for them, “Larry fixes problems, Alex just causes them” is something my father recently said somewhere in another part of the house.
I had made enough sense to my family by then that they called the Redmond police to do a welfare check just before 11pm. Two officers came over, I focused on Harrison because of latter events. I turned over the knife because by now I knew I wasn’t going to be able to finish my sad exit, either I didn’t have the balls, or I didn’t hate myself enough. I tried to turn over some of my “easter eggs” but by then I had begun making false ones, and what I handed Harrison was one of those. One of the things I considered genuine was my journal of overheard voices, only about 30min long, but I had been running my big mouth about it. I got to listen to officer Harrison walk over to Richard Auker’s door, go in and discuss the notebook with larry. “did you say this” “yes” “how can he hear that” “I don’t know, he doesn’t know”. I should have recorded it all on audio, I make very stupid plans, I should have made copious written notes and not just brief flurries of logs, all I really managed to focus on was officer Harrison works for Larry Cerrullo and was not there to help me. The siege continued into the night, it was about this time they made clear to me it wasn’t a stray cat, it was Dylan’s cat asshole.
By the dawn of the 26th I was running out of dumb plans. I hadn’t slept in days, I had a lot of drugs that seemed to just kick in and collapse me to the floor running through me. I knew I couldn’t find the nerve to kill myself, I knew I had nothing on these people and they were clearly winning, I knew Larry had a cop friend involved, I knew I had no one to call for help in the state. I talked to my sister, and by that time I was ready to just listen to her tell me what to do. I think she gave me the right advice, that I needed to leave, take what I could, and drive to San Francisco. I tried to pack things into my jeep, things for my cat Vega, things for my computer, all of my “easter eggs”, a load of laundry, and I tried to sober up.

Happy Hunting
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She's spiraling on IG. She pulled out her smoking gun! It's audio of EEH telling her he wants a divorce. She's using this to prove that he's an abusive monster but... it kind of disappoints in that department. He's clearly slurring so my guess is this was after a night out. But he's not yelling. He's not even saying anything really mean. He's telling her he doesn't want to be with her and wants a divorce. He also tells her no one likes her which... I mean, he's right so there's that. Thing is Bonnie, you keep using his past substance issues to bash him and remind everyone what a monster he was when on substances, but he actually sounds pretty calm in the video. He's not screaming. He's not threatening you in any way. He's actually telling you he'll give you whatever you want in the divorce as long as you get the fuck out of his life and I think that's a pretty relatable sentiment for anyone who's ever had to deal with you. This attempt has backfired big time and all it does is prove why he is the more fit parent. He clearly didn't like the way he was when he was using substances so he made a change and that's more than anyone can say for you, BB.
Then she posts a photo of him passed out on a couch and I'll be honest, it was pretty disappointing. I was expecting it to be more dramatic considering how many times we've had to hear about how dramatic and awful that night was. He's just... passed out. On a couch. There's really not much to see. I have pictures of me like that from my teens and 20's and I went on to have a pretty normal career and family life. Then she posts random photos of pills and other weird shit. Bonnie... EEH KNOWS he had issues in the past. Everyone knows. You're not hurting him with this fuckery, you're hurting your daughter. All of her friends, their parents, her teachers, etc. can see this shit. You need to stop for her sake. This is just awful.

I saw a few months ago a movie fragment in tiktok where a couple had a bonnie and clyde dynamic, the scenes i saw ar this:
1- they were driving down a dirt road, police made them stop, they changed seats so the girl would be driving and she played dumb and sexy to seduce the cop and let them go 2- they were at a dinner and things went south, they ended up beating the security guard and taking his gun, then they left the place in a stolen car if im not mistaken
They had like a redneck/country accent, i think the movie was based around the 80s, and the actress is gorgeous
Thats all i can remember
Any one knows what the movie or series name is?
Thanks in advance!

After reading these confessions, my story might seem insignificant, but for me, it’s everything. A couple of weeks ago, I was contemplating asking my girlfriend to move in with me, with dreams of eventually getting married. Even though she’s been working in another country for the past five months, and I've missed her deeply and only had her on my mind. No other women. I've been eagerly anticipating her return, planning our future together, and reveling in the knowledge that she has been doing the same. I’ve been so certain, so in love, convinced that she was the one.
However, last week, something unexpected happened. I ran into my ex. We dated in high school, about six or seven years ago, for three intense years. Even though it was just high school, we were in love. Nobody could make me laugh like she did. We were so sweet together and it felt like we ruled. Our fights, while stupid and mutual, were part of our story. I've always wanted to apologize to her, to make amends for the past.
We crossed paths at a club. At first, I pretended not to recognize her, but we stopped and just stared at each other like we used to back then. Her beautiful blue eyes and the smile she gave me took me back in time. She recently got divorced after discovering her husband cheated on her. Despite the red flag of her divorce, seeing her and the way she looked at me stirred something inside me. We exchanged a few words, a very brief conversation.
My friends were with me and they remarked, “She was trying.” I brushed it off, pretending it meant nothing. Yet, two days later, she unblocked me on Instagram and added me again. Then, I added her back on LinkedIn. How romantic, right?
I don't think I'm in love with her again, but I can't keep her off my mind. I just want to talk to her, apologize, and see how she's doing. Now, I'm anxious about my girlfriend's return. How will I feel when I see her again? Will it be the same?
Thoughts have been swirling in my head, like wanting a life as tumultuous and passionate as Tony Soprano and Carmela, or Bonnie and Clyde. I’ve realized I’m not ready for marriage. This revelation hit me hard when my ex reappeared in my life. Why did this have to happen? Why do I suddenly feel like such a worthless loser?
On top of everything, somehow my ex made me realize how much I hate my job and how my life is going. I was so happy before. What happened?

After reading these confessions, my story might seem insignificant, but for me, it’s everything. A couple of weeks ago, I was contemplating asking my girlfriend to move in with me, with dreams of eventually getting married. Even though she’s been working in another country for the past five months, and I've missed her deeply and only had her on my mind. No other women. I've been eagerly anticipating her return, planning our future together, and reveling in the knowledge that she has been doing the same. I’ve been so certain, so in love, convinced that she was the one.
However, last week, something unexpected happened. I ran into my ex. We dated in high school, about six or seven years ago, for three intense years. Even though it was just high school, we were in love. Nobody could make me laugh like she did. We were so sweet together and it felt like we ruled. Our fights, while stupid and mutual, were part of our story. I've always wanted to apologize to her, to make amends for the past.
We crossed paths at a club. At first, I pretended not to recognize her, but we stopped and just stared at each other like we used to back then. Her beautiful blue eyes and the smile she gave me took me back in time. She recently got divorced after discovering her husband cheated on her. Despite the red flag of her divorce, seeing her and the way she looked at me stirred something inside me. We exchanged a few words, a very brief conversation.
My friends were with me and they remarked, “She was trying.” I brushed it off, pretending it meant nothing. Yet, two days later, she unblocked me on Instagram and added me again. Then, I added her back on LinkedIn. How romantic, right
I don't think I'm in love with her again, but I can't keep her off my mind. I just want to talk to her, apologize, and see how she's doing. Now, I'm anxious about my girlfriend's return. How will I feel when I see her again Will it be the same
Thoughts have been swirling in my head, like wanting a life as tumultuous and passionate as Tony Soprano and Carmela, or Bonnie and Clyde. I’ve realized I’m not ready for marriage. This revelation hit me hard when my ex reappeared in my life. Why did this have to happen. Why do I suddenly feel like such a worthless loser
On top of everything, somehow my ex made me realize how much I hate my job and how my life is going. I was so happy before. What happened

"... the spirit of adventure of Strange New Worlds and Picard's big finale. [...]
Talk about ambitious. Star Trek: Discovery’s fifth and final season spans the whole breadth of the Star Trek timeline (give or take), all the way from the distant future of the 32nd century back to the origins of humanity (and pretty much every other sentient species in the galaxy) billions of years ago.
Over the course of its 10 episodes, it does its best to tick off as many familiar Trek tropes as possible – the Mirror Universe, virtual reality simulations, wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff – as Captain Burnham and her crew lead us on a whistle-stop tour through key moments in the franchise’s history. And yet, for all its striking ideas and several genuinely thrilling episodes, Discovery’s swan-song can’t help playing it safe.
The season’s McGuffin is a bizarre contradiction, an unashamed slice of fan service that also has the potential to alter the Alpha Quadrant as we know it.
[...]
The season is also packed with sci-fi invention, from a Doctor Who-esque library that’s home to all the knowledge in the universe to a journey into multi-dimensional space that plays out like a cross between 2001: A Space Odyssey and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’s planet factories. That everything looks eye-poppingly spectacular is almost a given in an era where TV visuals regularly match their movie counterparts, but that doesn’t mean the VFX team don’t deserve a huge round of applause.
For all the leaps forward made by season 5, however, it turns out that the problems of the 32nd century never really went away. It remains a big disappointment, for example, that the Discovery crew have never encountered a worthy adversary in the distant future. Admittedly, despite displaying plenty of underdog ingenuity, interstellar Bonnie and Clyde duo L’ak and Moll were never likely to be the biggest bads on the game board. But bringing back the Breen, ruthless accomplices of the Dominion in the final season of Deep Space Nine, doesn’t fit the bill either.
With a general air of mystery (an incomprehensible language, gelatinous anatomy) and armor pinched wholesale from Princess Leia’s Boushh disguise in Return of the Jedi – their updated look in Discovery shouldn’t concern copyright lawyers quite so much – the Breen worked because we knew so little about them. But by giving us a glimpse behind the mask, that mystique evaporates as quickly as Boba Fett’s did in his self-titled TV show. Even with all that firepower behind the Imperium, the revelation that L’ak is the first Breen face we’ve ever seen on screen is more likely to generate a “huh?” than a “wow”.
But even more frustrating is the show’s ongoing inability to get the best out of its crew. Of all the Treks, Discovery features the least balanced ensemble, so over-reliant on the borderline superheroics of Michael Burnham (is there any puzzle she can’t solve?) that it’s still a struggle to name half of the bridge officers.
Sidelining familiar faces Detmer and Owosekun for the second half of the season is a weird choice (they’re nominally flying the Mirror Universe Enterprise back to base), while even names higher up the cast list feel short-changed. Saru – a former captain of the Discovery, don’t forget – arguably gets his best moment off-screen, when it’s revealed that his Mirror Universe counterpart instigated a rebellion. And it almost seems unfair that the season’s most satisfying arc should belong to the ship’s wonderfully prickly new first officer, Rayner (Battlestar Galactica’s Callum Keith Rennie), one of the few characters who doesn’t sound like they’ve swallowed a book of motivational quotes.
At the end of a season that – once again – sees every visible member of the crew defy impossible odds to make it to the end in one piece, the inevitable flash-forward coda ties things up in an implausibly neat bow. Book, in particular, appears to have been kept on board simply to prolong his on/off romance with Michael, and there’s something a little too contrived about their grown-up, Starfleet captain son turning up to introduce his new ship: the USS Discovery-A (especially after Picard’s son, Jack, did the exact same thing with the Enterprise-G in the Star Trek: Picard finale).
Still, long-term fans will get a kick out of the revelation that the incongruous, suit-and-tie-wearing Dr Kovich (played by legendary director David Cronenberg) is actually Crewman Daniels, the time agent from Star Trek: Enterprise. They’ll also enjoy the nod to Discovery computer Zora’s upcoming meeting with a man named Craft in the even further future of Short Trek episode 'Calypso'.
But, like the two 32nd century-set seasons that preceded it, Discovery’s fun but uneven final voyage struggles to live up to the brave, twist-heavy storytelling that was a hypo-spray in the arm for a veteran franchise when the show launched in 2017. Discovery always did its best to boldly go where no one had gone before, but when it comes to exploring strange new worlds, there’s no question others did it better."
3,5 out of 5
Richard Edwards (Total Film, Gamesradar+)
Link:
https://www.gamesradar.com/entertainment/sci-fi-shows/star-trek-discovery-season-5-review-a-spectacular-but-uneven-final-voyage/

We don’t see a lot of violence in my town. That’s not to say we don’t see any at all, it’s just rare. Things are quiet here, they always have been. Sure, sometimes there’s a little bit of drama. Drugs, domestic violence or a fender bender. But those are special cases. Most nights, the worst thing we’ll have to deal with is some drunken bar fights that get a little too out of hand, and usually with those, we can just throw the guilty parties in the drunk tank for the night to let them cool off. That generally constitutes an eventful night for us, otherwise, it’s not particularly unusual to have a quiet day without any calls. You can never fully count on things being quiet,but sometimes they just are and honestly - that suits me just fine. I like the quiet. It’s why I moved out into the middle of rural Ohio.
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Once upon a time, I used to be more of a city boy. Not anymore. Now, my twenties are gone and my thirties are on their way out too. I’ve been married and widowed, I’ve served my country in the army, I’ve worked bigger cases in bigger cities and nowadays, I’m just tired. Not tired enough to just give up entirely. But tired enough that I’m content being a deputy with some small town police force. I’m comfortable here. I’m comfortable in this role. In a lot of ways, I’ve been doing it for most of my life. Life in the army and life with a badge aren’t exactly the same. But there’s a similar sense of purpose there. A sense that I’m doing something meaningful. I think that’s what I need most… something to give me a reason to get out of bed every morning. Maybe it's the soldier in me. My drill instructor back in basic training had a saying. 'Soldiers keep moving.' I guess I took that to heart. And honestly, If I wasn't doing this job, I don’t really know what else I’d do, with my time and my particular skill set. Sit at home and go crazy maybe? No thanks…
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I won’t tell you the name of the town I live in. For reasons that will become clear later, it’s better if I don’t. But it’s a nice little slice of country away from the major highways. The forest is dense out here, there’s a lot of farmland, a few warehouses down by the river and that’s about it. I’ve been on this job for six years now. Can’t say they’ve been the best six years of my life but they sure as heck haven’t been the worst either.
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There’s seven of us in total working at the local department. Myself, the Sheriff, a daytime and nighttime receptionist and three other deputies. This town doesn’t really need much more than that… even with the new additions.
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I have noticed over the past four years or so, we’ve had more than our fair share of newcomers. Mostly folks working in some of the newer warehouses down by the river, although there’s been a good number of new businesses popping up downtown too. When I first moved here, the downtown area was all but dead with empty shops and boarded up windows. Nowadays, there’s new restaurants, a couple of new bars, even a couple of condominiums. It’s not a heck of a lot of growth, but it is growth. I’ve even been known to frequent a few of the new places. The Honey Pot and Spaniel is a decent pub with good food and good beer.
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Some of the old timers don’t like the fact that things are changing, but personally I see it as a good thing. People are breathing some new life into this old town. How can’t that be a good thing? And better yet, the newcomers don’t really cause much trouble so I really have nothing to complain about. They keep the peace, just like everyone else. What more could I ask for?
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Up until recently, I had my quiet. I had a purpose. And up until recently, I was as close to content as I was ever likely to get.
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***
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The calls came in at about 11 PM. A lotta folks had noticed one heck of a big fire burning out around Geoffery Vickers property, accompanied by a concerning amount of gunfire. Now - let me just make this clear. I’m out in rural Ohio. We’ve got folks shooting their guns off all the time on their own property, and we usually don’t have any problems with that. People are free to do as they please so long as it’s legal and not disturbing the peace.
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But Vickers didn’t even look like he’d ever fired a gun, let alone owned one. He was a scrawny little thing with messy blond hair, plastic rimmed glasses and an awkward smile. He worked in the office at one of the newly built warehouses as an IT guy or something like that. I’d seen him around a few times, usually at the Honey Pot and Spaniel, grabbing a drink. But the handful of times that we’d actually spoken was when I’d taken some statements from him regarding a couple of brawls that had gotten out of hand at the Honey Pot and when I’d swung by his place while looking for a kid who’d gone ‘missing’ (missing in this context meaning ‘wandered off to go fishing without telling their Mom.’)
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So while gunshots on their own might not be suspicious, gunshots at Vickers place absolutely were.
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I already had a bad feeling in my gut as I drove down the road to his place, a feeling that only got worse when I saw the fire. It was hard not to see it. Even in the darkness, you could see the ominous, flickering glow from miles off.
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The firefighters were in the middle of trying to put it out, but it almost looked like a losing battle. The house had been all but fully consumed by an inferno. There was no saving it. Fortunately, Vickers didn’t seem like he’d been caught in the fire.
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Unfortunately, the man was still dead. I saw some of the neighbors standing close to a body laying in the grass several yards from the house as I pulled up.
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I could already see another cruiser on the scene, and could make out the scrawny figure of Deputy Ethan Biggs amongst the neighbors on scene. I parked beside him and got out. I could feel the heat from the fire on my face the moment I opened the door, and quietly walked over to Biggs. He looked over at me, and beside him, I could see the naked corpse of Geoffery Vickers, lying sprawled and bloody in the grass.
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“Jesus Christ…” I said under my breath, as I looked down at him.
“Yup…” Biggs replied. He was a good ten years younger than I was, and looked like a strong breeze could snap him right in two. But he had guts. I’d always liked him for that.
“I’ve seen a lotta messes in my time, but this… Christ… where do we even start?”
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I looked over at the neighbors who’d come to investigate. I recognized Sidney and Loretta Mason, standing a few feet back, and old Brenda Roberts, a few feet away from them.
Biggs noticed me looking at them.
“Already talked to them… Masons didn’t see much, but Roberts did.”
“Yeah? You get her statement?” I asked, and Biggs got a bit of a peculiar look in his eye.
“Yeah… I did…” Something about his tone seemed off to me. Exasperated, might be the word I was looking for.
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“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Not sure how much of what she said is actually gonna help us.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
Biggs just shook his head.
“I don’t even know where to start. Honestly… you should just hear it firsthand. Don’t worry. I’ve got the body covered and I’ve already called the coroner.”
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I raised an eyebrow, wondering just what the hell old Mrs. Roberts had said to get that kind of reaction out of him. I looked over towards her. The old girl was wringing her hands as she stared at the fire, which was still going strong, and she tensed up a little bit as I approached.
“Evening, Brenda,” I said. “Deputy Biggs mentioned you might’ve seen something?”
“I already told him what I saw,” She said bitterly.
“I know, but now I’m asking you to tell me.”
“What? You think my story’s gonna change just because you’re asking? I saw what I saw!”
“I’m sure you did. But I need to know what you saw, if we’re going to better understand what happened to Mr. Vickers.”
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Mrs. Roberts huffed.
“I already told Deputy Biggs, those men shot him.”
“Which men?” I asked.
“Didn’t get a good look at them. Just heard the gunshots while I was out on the porch. Came by to check in and make sure everything was okay… I’ll hear gunshots from the place down the road sometimes when Mr. Coleson takes his boy out shooting, but Vickers wasn’t really the sort to do something like that. Didn’t think I’d find this mess out here…”
She shook her head, and I gave her time to collect her thoughts before continuing.
“There were five… maybe six of them. Like I said, I didn’t get a good look at them. Just saw shadows by the fire. They weren’t packing peashooters, though. Those guns of theirs were automatic… and that thing they were shooting…”
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She paused again.
“Thing, ma’am?” I asked.
“An animal… at least… It looked like an animal. A bear maybe, but it was bigger than any bear I’ve ever seen in this area and the silhouette wasn’t right. It looked more like a coyote. It was fast too, agile.”
“These men were attacking the animal?” I asked.
“Yeah… it kept charging at them, and they kept it surrounded and kept on shooting. Didn’t take long for it to collapse.”
“I’m sorry… they killed it?” I frowned, before looking back through Vickers yard. I would’ve thought I’d have noticed a dead bear lying out there.
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Mrs. Roberts just shook her head.
“The body’s gone, idiot,” She huffed, “It’s just Vickers lying there now…”
I paused, and looked back at her.
“Excuse me?”
“Soon as the men left, I stayed in the woods and called you clowns… and when I looked back, the animal was gone and Vickers was lying there instead.”
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The look on her face was dead serious, despite the absurdity of the claim she’d just made. Suddenly I understood why Biggs had wanted me to get the story directly from her. If he’d been the one to tell me this, I would’ve just told him to stop screwing around and tell me what she actually said.
“I see… Well, I’ll go and take a look at that body, then.” I said, before quietly stepping aside to return to Biggs. I just heard her scoff at me as I left and returned to Biggs, who raised a knowing eyebrow at me.
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“Yeah, I see your point…” I said dryly.
“Figured you might.”
“So what actually killed him?” I asked. It was hard to see in the firelight, but Vickers did look like he’d been shot… a lot. It was hard to figure out much about the caliber from the bullet wounds, but my gut told me that Mrs. Roberts description of the killers using automatic weapons was probably true. Someone had clearly wanted this man dead.
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Seemed like Biggs had already reached the same conclusion too.
“Found some 5.56 casings in the grass,” He said. “If nothing else, Mrs. Roberts wasn’t making up the part about the automatic rifles. Masons described the gunfire as sounding similar too.”
“Right… so, we get Mrs. Roberts back to the station. Pick apart her story some more,” I said. “Then once that fire is out, maybe we’ll find something at the house.”
“Maybe,” Biggs said. “Odds are that this fire ain’t an accident… this feels…” He paused.
“It feels like a hit,” I finished.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s it… You ever dealt with anything like this before?”
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I stood up.
“I’ve dealt with small time gang violence… drive by shootings. Stuff like that. Something this extreme though?”
I looked back at the burning house. The firefighters had finally started to get the inferno under control.
“No. I’ve never actually seen anything quite like this before. This is something brand new.”
I could see the coroner's car getting closer and saw Dr. Miller getting out. He took one look at the fire and I saw his expression darken, with a quiet knowing.
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“Let’s photograph the scene and let the coroner take a look. Maybe he can fill in some gaps.”
Biggs nodded, and we got to work.
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We were up for most of the night. Getting everything we could from the crime scene. Collecting every spent bullet casing, going over both Mrs. Roberts and the Masons' statements with them down at the station, and looking for any other sign of who might have been behind this attack.
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One of the small drawbacks to being a small town cop is that there’s not really other departments to handle other aspects of the job. When I worked in the city, there were. Everyone specialized in something. Property crimes, traffic, drugs, sex crimes, homicide, you name it. Small towns don’t have that. We do everything, which means that usually, if there’s a case in town, it’s mine from start to finish.
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The one exception to that, is a homicide investigation. Those typically require a heck of a lot more manpower than a small department like ours has.
Still, we tried to collect whatever evidence we could find for whoever the State Police sent out to investigate this.
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When the fire was out, we combed through the ruins, Biggs and I went over Vickers property with a fine tooth comb… although there wasn’t all that much to find beyond the body and the casings. This job had been clean. It’d been quick and it’d been brutal. This felt almost military.
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Piecing together exactly what happened wasn’t technically my job here, but I still couldn’t help but put the pieces together. The assailants had likely firebombed Vickers house to draw him out. Then, when the poor SOB had his house to safety, they’d gunned him down in cold blood. Why? Who could say… Vickers didn’t seem like the kind of man to make enemies. But, I guess I never truly knew the man either and I can’t imagine that anybody dies that bloody without any skeletons in their closet.
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***
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Dr. Miller called us into his office around 1PM the next day.
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Biggs and I arrived a little early, and found ourselves waiting for him in his office. Dr. Miller's office was a bit of a mess, but dripping with personality. Drawings from his kids decorated one wall, alongside a couple of medals, identifying him as a fellow veteran. Above those drawings hung a simple crucifix. A declaration of faith, despite his morbid profession.
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About five minutes after we’d come in and sat down, Dr. Miller himself walked in to join us. He was a somewhat heavyset man with a usually cheerful demeanor. He and I usually didn’t have much of an opportunity to interact. Mostly, I only ever saw him when one of the old timers passed, or when some idiot got themselves killed trying to win a Darwin Award.
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When he came through the door though, he looked a lot more dour than usual. I could hardly blame him, given what he’d likely just seen.
“Suppose it’s a little late to ask if he’ll live, huh doc?” Biggs asked.
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Dr. Miller looked unimpressed with his attempt at a joke, and Biggs just murmured a quiet
“Right… sorry…”
“It’s a hell of an interesting case you’ve dropped in my lap, boys,” He said. “Haven’t seen wounds like these since my army days. I don’t suppose I need to tell you the obvious. We all know how he died and there’s nothing in the autopsy that suggests otherwise. That’s not why I called you two here.”
“Then what is?” I asked.
“There’s something else about the body I think you two should see.”
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Dr. Miller gestured for us to follow him, and led us out to where Vickers body sat on the autopsy table. He’d been cut open, and I noticed Biggs flinching at the sight of him.
“Jesus…” He murmured.
Dr. Miller barely even noticed. He just stood over the body.
“I’ve noticed a number of unusual attributes with Mr. Vickers body. Things that don’t make sense. Take a look at this, for example…”
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He gestured to some strange marks on Vickers ribcage.
“Healed fractures… but look at them… they’re consistent. All along his ribs.”
He traced one gloved finger along a bit of exposed rib, and I could see them. Discolorations in the bone in a spiral pattern along his ribs. It almost looked like they’d come apart like that before.
“Okay, what exactly does that mean?” I asked.
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“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s almost like… like his bones were breaking regularly and reforming, but that shouldn’t be possible.”
“It isn’t,” Biggs said. “Has to be something else. Maybe he had some sort of medical condition?”
“That’s what I thought too… but I’ve gone through Vickers medical history. There’s nothing in there that explains this. Nothing! This right here? This makes no sense to me. I mean… I’ve never heard of anything that does this to a person's skeleton. I’ve done some x-rays… it’s not just his ribs. It’s everything. He has evidence of these fractures on every bone in his body. It’s like… it’s like he regularly just… reshaped his skeleton.”
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Biggs and I just stared at him, uneasy.
“Reshaped his skeleton?” I repeated.
“I don’t have a better way to describe it. But in order to have fractures like that, his bones would have needed to basically be coming apart, regularly.”
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Biggs frowned, staring down at the body. I saw his brow furrow. I could almost see the gears in his head turning.
“Let’s say… let’s say his bones were doing that…” He said, after a few moments. “What would that even look like? What would he look like, if that’s what was happening?”
“I can’t even begin to speculate,” Dr. Miller said with a sigh.
“Were there any other irregularities on his body?” Biggs asked.
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“Countless, actually. His lungs and heart have similar scar tissue, although it’s not as prominent. I’ve noticed some in his muscles as well, although nothing on his skin, oddly enough. His skin is just about the only part of him that isn’t heavily scarred… save for the bullet wounds, I suppose.”
Biggs nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ve made a few calls, sent some photos of the X-rays to some colleagues… but I’m not expecting much back. I’ll keep digging into his medical history, looking for an answer. But no promises.”
“Well, thanks anyways. You’ll keep us informed on what else you find, Dr. Miller, right?” I asked.
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“The moment I learn something new, you’ll be the first one I call,” He said, before pausing. “I have to ask… off the record. I don’t imagine you boys have figured out why he was killed yet, did you?”
“That’s a question for the State Police to answer,” I said.
“Right… well, I can only really speculate based on what I can see here, but with scarring this unnatural, I’d be inclined to wonder if there was some kind of connection.”
“Connection, Dr. Miller?” I asked.
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“I was an army doc, Deputy Sawyer. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen what 5.56 hollow point rounds can do to a body. I’ve also lived in this town long enough to know that nobody here is packing that kind of firepower. Like I said, this is off the record… but whoever killed Vickers probably wasn’t local. I don’t know what kind of life he lived before all this, but I can’t imagine there’s no connection between his scarring and his manner of death.” Dr. Miller shrugged. “Just food for thought.”
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As Biggs and I left the morgue, I noticed a somewhat pensive look on his face. Somehow, I already knew what he was probably thinking.
“No.” I said, as bluntly as I could.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Biggs asked.
“I mean, ‘no.’ I know what you’re thinking and it’s stupid.”
“Rick… if all the evidence is pointing in this one direction, maybe we’ve gotta open ourselves up to the possibility…”
“I would, if the possibility wasn’t ridiculous,” I replied.
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“Mrs. Roberts said she saw a large animal in Vickers yard. An animal that our gunmen shot and killed. Only when she looked at the body, it wasn’t an animal, it was Vickers. Now I know the old lady is a little out of it, but she’s not completely insane. You and I both talked to her. We both grilled her. Her story didn’t change! And now this?”
“It’s scar tissue,” I said. “It doesn’t prove anything.”
“Old fractures on his bones that Dr. Miller can’t explain!”
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“Dr. Miller is a small town coroner, Biggs! I like the man, honest to God I do! He’s a good man! But he’s not exactly a leading medical authority!”
“Well he knows a hell of a lot more about this stuff than you or I do. I know this sounds impossible, Rick. I know it does. But, when are we just gonna up and say it?”
“Because it is impossible!”
“Then explain to me why it’s looking more and more like Geoffery Vickers was a fucking werewolf!”
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I shook my head in disbelief.
“Go on,” Biggs snapped. “Make this all make sense, Rick! Give me some other logical answer! Please! Because I don’t want to tell the state troopers that we’re investigating the murder of Lon Cheney Jr. over here any more than you do!”
“Let’s just… let’s calm down,” I said. “I get it… right now, none of this makes a whole lot of sense. But let’s not start going off half cocked and jumping to conclusions! Okay? This ain’t really even our case to solve! Homicides go to the State Police. And when they come to take this case off our hands, we’re just gonna give them the facts that we have, okay? We’re gonna give them the testimony, we’re gonna give them Dr. Miller's findings, we’re gonna go: ‘Ha. Ha. This one’s weird, isn’t it?’ Then we’re gonna let them get to the bottom of this and when they do, there’s gonna be an explanation that’s a whole hell of a lot more logical than ‘werewolves.’ Okay? You got that?”
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Biggs paused for a moment, before he nodded. He still had a look on his face that was hard to describe. How exactly does one explain the: ‘I’m not willing to let go of my werewolf theory just yet’ look?
“It’s been a long day, Biggs,” I sighed. "Your shifts almost over, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… it is…”
“Why don’t you go home and get some rest? I’ll keep an eye on things, okay?”
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He nodded, and sighed.
“Yeah… haven’t slept since way before we got the Vickers call.”
“Exactly. So go and rest.”
“What about you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I haven’t been on shift as long. I can hold out a few more hours with some coffee in me. Don’t worry.”
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Biggs nodded again, and after a moment, he patted me on the shoulder.
“Alright. You’ll call me if anything comes up?”
“Naturally. Now go home and sleep.”
He turned and walked back to his cruiser, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he did. The man looked beyond exhausted. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I was dead tired too.
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***
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After the mess that was the Vickers case, I was at least expecting the rest of the day to go by quietly.
For the most part, it did. I spent the rest of my shift compiling a full report for whoever the State Police sent to look into Vicker’s death. Then when 5 PM rolled around, I was just about ready to finally call it a day.
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While technically, I’d only really been on shift since around 7 that morning, the Vickers call had taken priority, so really I’d been working since 11 last night. My head was throbbing and I desperately needed some sleep. All I could think about was going home, crashing into my bed and passing out. All I needed to do was finish up a bit of filing… and then the second call came in.
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Gunshots on the south side of town.
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Automatic rifles… just like with the Vickers case.
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Sleep was going to need to wait. This came first.
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I was out in my cruiser the moment we got the call, speeding towards the address the callers had given us. I didn’t know the residents of that house well. We’d never formally been introduced. I knew they were fairly new in town, though. That house had only been built about a year ago and they’d bought it before it had even finished being built.
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Unlike with Vickers, this house hadn’t been burned.
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Actually, I’d say things looked almost deceptively peaceful, as I drove up the gravel driveway. A quaint rustic mailbox identifying the family that owned the place as: ‘The Russell’s’ sat at the spot where the driveway met the road, and as my cruiser rolled toward the house. I didn’t see any signs of life as I parked my cruiser and got out. Slowly, I drew my pistol and watched the house carefully. There were lights on inside and the door was slightly ajar.
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I checked my cruiser radio.
“Dispatch, how long until backup?”
“Deputy Lopez is twenty minutes out, Sawyer. We’ve also gotten Biggs and Sheriff Smith. No ETA on them yet.”
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Twenty minutes… not ideal.
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If there were people wounded in there, they’d be dead in twenty minutes.
I swore under my breath.
“I’m going inside to have a look around. No sign of suspects on premises,” I said.
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I didn’t wait for dispatch to reply before I started towards the door. I moved slowly. Uneasily. I kept my gun raised as I reached the front door and pushed it open.
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I was greeted by a house that looked like it’d been turned upside down and shaken.
There’d been a fight in here.
There’d been one hell of a fight.
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I crept into the foyer, gun raised as I listened for any signs of life.
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Nothing.
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I noticed bloodstains on the ground, leading into the kitchen and followed them, hesitating before I passed through the doorway.
“Hello?” I called, “This is Deputy Rick Sawyer!”
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No answer. The mess in the kitchen was even worse. There’d clearly been some kind of fight. There was a large pool of blood forming from behind the counter, and ran to investigate.
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Slumped on the kitchen floor was the body of a man. He seemed to be in his forties with pale skin and graying hair. He was dressed in a suit, and appeared to have been shot several times. I still checked his pulse, hoping that there was a chance he might still be alive, but I found nothing.
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Another victim.
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Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed empty bullet casings on the ground and reached out to pick one up.
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5.56, hollow point. Just like the ones at Vickers place.
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I looked behind me and stood up, reaching for my radio.
“Dispatch, we have one body on the scene. Male, early to mid forties.”
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I heard a creak behind me and turned around, raising my gun. I could see a door leading to the basement that looked like it’d been splintered. There was a lot of blood on the floor nearby… blood that was awfully far away from the body of the man I’d found.
“Hello?” I called again, and took a few tentative steps toward the basement door.
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I was able to just step over the splintered wreckage, and look down the stairs of the basement. I could see some blood on the stairs, but not much.
“Hello?”
I started to descend, only to pause when I heard movement. The basement was unfinished, but there was a light on in some other room and I saw a shadow moving past that light.
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“I’m with the local police! It’s Deputy Rick Sawyer!” I called.
No response.
I took a moment, weighing my options. Going down alone was reckless. Someone was clearly down here… a survivor, maybe? They could’ve been hurt…
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Waiting for backup might not be the right call. My gut told me that whoever the gunmen were, they were gone now. Odds are, they weren’t going to hang around in a basement waiting for the cops to show up.
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I took another step down the stairs.
“I’m coming down,” I warned as I made my way onto the cold concrete floor.
I heard movement. Footsteps, and followed the sound. I entered the next room just in time to see a dark haired woman fleeing through another door.
“Wait!” I called, trying to go after her.
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Whoever she was, she didn’t make it far, cornering herself in the next room and turning back to me with a look of panic. I could hear her frantic breathing, see the terror in her eyes… and see the still wet blood running from her mouth, down her dress.
“N-no…” She sobbed, “NO, GET AWAY!”
“Ma’am… I’m here to help…” I tried to say, although she spotted an opening to my left, and made a mad dash for it.
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I grabbed her, trying to stop her from fleeing. And I think that was the biggest mistake I could have made.
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What happened next… What happened next is on me. I’m not going to pretend that it wasn’t. I should’ve handled things differently, I should’ve realized that what I was doing was a mistake. But in the heat of the moment, I didn’t think. I thought that woman was injured. I knew she was scared. But I grabbed her anyway… and in doing so, ruined everything.
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She screamed in panic, fighting against me at first. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. With the way she fought, I was almost sure that she was going to break my arms, but I held her tight, trying in vain to calm her down. As soon as it became clear to her that she wasn’t going to break out of my grasp… she turned on me.
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I only caught a glimpse of her fangs as she opened her mouth, but that momentary glimpse was all I needed. It was like the few seconds you experience right before a near car accident, where everything seems to happen so fast and so slow at the same time. When she opened her mouth, I could see that her teeth weren’t normal. Her canines seemed longer… more prominent. I could see an animalistic bloodlust in her eyes.
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And that’s when I realized that the blood on her dress wasn’t hers.
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It belonged to the last idiot who’d tried to grab her.
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She lunged for me, sinking her fangs into my throat. I cried out in pain as she forced me to the ground. The bite radiated a white hot pain that was hard to describe. I could feel my blood gushing into her mouth as she slammed me to the ground.
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For a moment… I felt her hesitate. Saw her swallow the blood in her mouth. For a moment, I saw a flicker in her eyes. A silent question as to whether she wanted more or not. But instead, she pulled back and using her unusual strength, ripped the gun from my hands. I tried to speak. Tried to cry out to her, but she was already running again. I pressed a hand to the wound in my neck and tried to stand, only for my legs to buckle under me.
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She was gone.
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I could hear her running up the stairs… heard her feet pounding on the floor above me as she tried to make a break for freedom.
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Then I heard the gunshot. It came so suddenly, echoing through the house. The final thud of a body collapsing to the ground came almost instantly afterward.
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It was Lopez who’d shot her.
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Lopez who found me down in that basement, bleeding and struggling to stand.
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He told me that he’d seen the bloody woman come running out of the kitchen, he’d seen the gun in her hand and he’d reacted, thinking it was life or death. She’d gone down in one shot… and that had been it.
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We later identified her as Patricia Russell, the wife of the dead man in the kitchen, Hank Russell. And if she was Patricia Russell… that meant that we’d just killed our only witness.
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A witness… who’d just bit my neck like a vampire.
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A witness who’d had fangs like a vampire.
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I didn’t want to believe that… the idea just seemed completely impossible. I wanted to believe that there was a more logical explanation to this! There had to be! The more sensible side of my brain knew that! But the more sensible side of my brain couldn’t explain what I’d just seen and it couldn’t explain the state of Vickers body either.
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Biggs' words echoed through my mind.
‘If all the evidence is pointing in this one direction, maybe we’ve gotta open ourselves up to the possibility…’
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I didn’t want to open myself up to the possibility! I wanted there to be another answer! Hell, there probably was another answer! There had to be! But there’s only so much evidence a man can ignore before he has to at least admit that sometimes, impossible things just might be true.