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1/9/2016 6:34:56 PM
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"God, you're one of those creeps." [b]She ran for one of her guns.[/b]
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[i]He laughs again[/i] "I'm kidding!"
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"You better be. I just started liking you." [b]She sighs.[/b] "As a friend."
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[i]He gives a thumbs up[/i]
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"I offer you shelter, and food here. Choice is yours."
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"I think I'll stay here for a bit longer."
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"Alright- Well, I'm gonna go sleep, so you can take the guest room." [b]She walked to her room and closed the door. In the mirror, you could faintly see her take off her shirt and climb into her bed. The window tinted itself.[/b]
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[i]He almost smiles at the sight behind his helmet and walks around the shelter[/i]
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[b]You find her diary.[/b]
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"Ooo, lookee lookee." [i]He grabs it and goes into the guest room, lies on the bed and starts reading it from the start[/i]
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[b]It read as follows:[/b] 'My master has allowed me a diary for when I'm not being used.. Where to start...? My name is Caitlyn and was sold into prostitution as a kid.. I've lived with this old creep for 15 years. 15 years.' [b]You got close to present day:[/b] 'Dear Diary, I just want to make everything stop. Stop the world spinning. It's all so much- It drives me mad. So alone.. Am I the only one? Is this a curse...? No love, no friends... Just so alone.. I might take my life soon enough, but I'm too much of a bloody coward..' [b]Multiple tear stains covered the page.[/b]
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[i]Finishing the last page he closes the diary, thinking, "A weak girl huh..."[/i]
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[b]You see an old family photo, of a young Caitlyn on a different planet with her two parents, and two brothers. Caitlyn looked small and adorable in the photo. You can tell by the diary entries that she lost her family at a young age, as well as her siblings.[/b]
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[i]"Hmm...tomorrow's gonna be fun."[/i]
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[b]Caitlyn woke up the following morning, yawning.[/b]
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[i]LIMBO is leaning on the side of the doorway, silent except for the sound of him sharpening his wrist blades[/i]
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"What are you doing?" [b]She asked, cautiously reaching for her hidden pistol.[/b]
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"Good morning to you too sweetie."
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"Sweetie?"
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[i]He shrugs and stops his hands in their place for a moment[/i] "Ya know, if you want to meet anyone else you'll have to explore."
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"You read my diary!? You-" [b]Tears formed in her eyes.[/b]
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"Yeah, from start to finish, picture and all."
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"This is how you repay me?" [b]She sounded hurt and sad.[/b]
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"If you knew me better you would know that I am a bad, bad person."
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"Just- just, leave!" [b]She yelled, sadly.[/b]
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"Nah, I'll make this mah home until I find somewhere better." [i]He pulls out his massive revolver and spins it[/i]
