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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 30, 2008 17:45:47 GMT -5
Reilly smiled at Lucky, putting his hand over hers. "I'd like that."
Helena sat there quietly as two officers came out with Kiyoni handcuffed and started to take him downstairs. Kiyoni was cussing them and protesting to doing anything. They got him out to the police car and shut the door to drown out his screaming, while the others came out with the body on a stretcher. Helena shut her eyes, burying her face in Max's chest. This was too much for her to bear...
Blink smirked at Race's swollen cheeks, then muttered, "Chipmunk..."
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Post by Tellie on Jul 31, 2008 19:51:14 GMT -5
Lucky looked at Reilly's hand on hers and smiled, blushing slightly.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 14:20:19 GMT -5
"Ya muddah's a chipmunk" Race said, glaring, he blew his cheeks out "AH!" he rubbed them again, making it a note to turn down any dares that involve jawbreakers again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 15:05:58 GMT -5
~~Two weeks later~~
Kiyoni still had not confessed to killing Helena's mother, but he had been put in jail for assault charges on Helena. Helena had been mostly quiet the past couple of weeks. The only time she got a moment of relief was when she was with Max and the others and they distracted her.
Helena was sitting up by herself at her house on a sunday night. It was nearly midnight and she had just dozed off when the ringing of the phone awoke her with a start. She reached for the bedside phone and answered the call. "Hello?" she mumbled.
A cold, familiar voice came on the line. "Helena. I'm coming for you."
Chills went down her spine. "Kiyoni. I thought you were in prison..." she said, frightened.
"I broke out." he said, then hung up the phone.
Helena's hand trembled as she pulled the phone away from her ear when the dial tone sounded. She could call Max, but his dad was probably asleep and she didn't want to set off the old drunk. Unable to think of anything else to do, she dialed 911, but before she could push the call button, she heard the downstaris door unlock and open. 'Oh God...' she thought. 'he still has the key...' She dropped the phone on her bed and ran over to shut and lock the door before Kiyoni could make his way upstairs. Through the door, she heard his slow, heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. There was no way the cops would get there in time... running over to her desk and grabbing some paper and a pen. Hands still shaking, she quickly scrawled out a note to Max and hid it in the drawer of her desk just as the door broke down and her cousin, a crazed look in his vacant eyes, came toward her. Helena put up the best struggle she could, knocking her desk and several other articles of furniture over in the process. She held her own for as long as she could, but in the end it wasn't enough to fight off Kiyoni and the cord he wound tightly around her neck, holding it there firmly until her heart ceased to beat.
~~Next day~~
Spot woke up and quietly cooked some breakfast for himself and Max before school. He had long ago become a pro at not making any noise to avoid waking their dad up.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 15:27:13 GMT -5
Max got up, he hadn't slept well last night, worrying about Helena, he knew Kiyoni was in jail but he still worried, and her not being at school yesterday had made him wonder, since she was usually there, "You think Blondie'd let me borrow her car to go check on Helena?" Max asked, starting up the coffee maker, he was gunna need it after that sleep.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 15:35:51 GMT -5
"I'm sure she would," Spot said, flipping the bacon he was cooking over to make sure the other side was done. Blondie would be there to pick them up for school in about twenty minutes anyway.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 15:40:48 GMT -5
Max found the Irish Cream in the back of the fridge and poured it in his coffee, something told him he'd need the whiskey spiked coffee for later, other than that it was black, he grabbed a piece of toast Spot had already fixed and stuffed it in his mouth, standing at the window watching for Blondie's car to pull up, munching on the toast and drinking the coffee.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 15:45:39 GMT -5
Blondie pulled up at the house a few minutes later when Spot was done cooking and had eaten. Spot lead the way out to the car and got in. "Morning," he said, smiling at Blondie a little.
Blondie smiled back. "Morning," she returned.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 15:49:40 GMT -5
Max came down the stairs two at a time after putting the coffee in a thermos, he slid into the back seat, leaning up to talk to Blondie, "Can I borrow ya car when we get ta school? I'm worried about Helena, an' I don't think me an' school could get along right now and I wanna check on her." he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 15:55:13 GMT -5
"Sure," Blondie said, pulling away from the house and heading to the school. She had noticed Helena's absence and was a bit worried about her friend as well.
When they pulled up to the school, Spot and Blondie got out of the car and Blondie tossed the keys to Max.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 21:10:16 GMT -5
Max caught the keys, "Thanks" he said, slipping into the drivers seat and shoving the thermos into the cup holder. He turned the key starting the negine back up, turning out of the parking lot, taking the back end of Vernon's oldsmobile out as he went, laughing as the tape that held it up from Race hitting it fell off. He drove until he reached Helena's neighborhood, slowing down as he pulled into the driveway, it seemed oddly quiet to him, not even sound coming from the windows. He turned the engine in the car off and went to the front door, he tried the handle and was surprised to see it give way, "Helena?" he said uncertainly, he stepped in, the house eerily quiet. He wondered if she was still in bed, ascending the stairs, they creaked underneath his footfalls, the sound feeling alien against the quiet of the house. He saw Helena's door ajar, he pushed it open, "Hey are you....." he stared at the chaos, his eyes falling on the lifeless form that used to be his girlfriend on the floor, "Oh shit..." his voice cracked, "Oh shit...oh shit...oh gahd..." he choked back the tears, landing on his knees beside her, ripping the chord off her neck, her body cold against his warm hands, "Fuck fuck fuck....I'mma kill 'em...." he brushed her hair back from her eyes, he sat there, holding her body for about an hour, then sat there against the fallen desk, in shock as the rage built up in him..he knew who had done this, he knew exactly, and Kiyoni was going to pay. Max made his way downstairs to the house phone, dialing 911, reporting the murder, explaining everything, and they did acknowledge that Kiyoni had escaped prison, and they were sending patrols out. He hung the phone back up, disappearing out the back door and over the garden wall. He wanted to get as far away from that house, and from her as possible.
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Pyro's uncle worked for the police, it was about lunch when he got a phone call on the retarded cell phone his uncle made him carry around with him, "yeah?" he answered.
"Hey Mack..." it was his uncle, "your friends with Max Conlon right?"
"Uh-huh..wha's happened?" Pyro asked, getting worried, he knew how Max's temper was.
"His little geil, Helena, she was found strangled to death in her house, Max called it in, and we know it wasn't him, but we can't find him anywhere, did he come to school?"
"No he 'asn' been 'ere all day, sorry.." Pryo answered ,feeling like a rock had just been dropped in his stomach.
"Well...just...tell his brother, we know Max is probably upset, just watch him if he turns up okay?"
"I will, thanks." Pryo hung up and ran down the lunchroom and out the door where Spot and the others hung up, "Hey Spot!" he yelled, stopping in front of the younger Conlon and the others, he caught his breath, "Helena's dead, Max found 'er, an' they can' find 'im, they think it 'as her cousin who broke outta jail, my uncle jus' called. Ya don' think Max'll do anythin' do ya?" he asked, his Irish accent getting thicker as he got more paranoid.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 22:35:49 GMT -5
Blondie gasped, her hand instinctively moving up to cover her mouth.
Spot stared, comprehending the rushed words Pyro had just flung at him, then his face darkened. He knew Max better than anyone and he hoped that the feeling he got in his gut was just a worry. More than likely, Spot would find him where he always did after something terrible happened. Whatever the case, he had to find his brother and make sure that he didn't go off and do something stupid. "I gotta find 'um." Spot said finally, running off before anyone could protest. He knew there wasn't a car he could take without having to go hunt someone down for the keys first, so he acted upon instinct and jimmied the locks on Vernon's car, making sure no one was around before reaching down and hotwiring it. In no time, he had the engine running and barely checking behind him as he backed up and speeding off.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 22:46:51 GMT -5
Pyro shook his head, with Max, he could be anywhere, he knew how to get out of somewhere and get to where he didn't want to be found.
Fake I.D's worked wonders on the wrong side of New York, and it helped if you didn't shave a couple of days. Max had lost count on all the whiskey bottles he'd emptied, he knew he felt like the world was shifting under his feet, but whatever it took for him to forget, he'd do it. He tilted another bottle back, finishing it off and dropping it on the ground with a loud crash, he leaned against a wall and belched softly, "gahd..." he said, wiping his eyes with his sleeve like it was going to get rid of the drunken stupor that blurred his vision. He didn't notice where he was going and nearly walked into traffic getting honked at, "SCREW YA MUDDAH TOO!" he yelled at them, "stupid bums," he backed down an alleyway, digging into his pockets for more money, looking for someone he hadn't needed in four years...a drug dealer.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 22:59:54 GMT -5
Spot drove around for nearly an hour before he finally spotted Max, about to get run over by the person on the other side of the road. He was going too fast to stop, but he took his eyes off the road and watched as his brother disappeared down an alley, nearly parking on an old lady. He swerved to miss her and sped off to find a place to turn around.
"Well, well...Max Conlon." said a cold voice from behind the drunken Conlon. "Been a while. What brings ya out ta my alley at dis time a' day? I thought you were clean now?"
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 23:13:23 GMT -5
Max turned around, he knew he reeked of whiskey,"Bender..." he stumbled over, "screw clean.." he slurred, self destruction was all that turned in his head at that moment, and if anyone could drive someone to it, John Bender could. "I ain' in da mood for ya remarks!" when Max drank he could go either happy or angry,and right now he was doing his old man proud, "just gimme da stuff!"
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