✙Violence In The Pouring Rain✙
Marnie’s chest heaved as she leaned against the untreated wood of the old lake. The lake full of now-living myth. Marnie was covered in mud, lake water, dirt, blood, and sweat. Her dark eyes were intense as she moved her hand to the rusty knife she had hidden in her boot. She had picked it up when hiding from her attacker. She looked to the straggler whom had caught her eye. It was her own boyfriend that she had been separated from in the chase. The girl seemed to be in better condition than him. Marnie seemed less bedraggled than him. “ Let me handle this, James.”
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