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Date Posted: 12:10:43 05/28/02 Tue
Author: Alexandra
Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-tf023.proxy.aol.com / 64.12.103.28
Subject: A ClockworkOrange
In reply to: Jack 's message, "_what_" on 03:44:07 05/28/02 Tue

]there was no feeling of regret as she heard the hurt in his voice and the feel of the cold barrel against the back of her own head. She knew that if he were to pull the trigger then Draven would have the chance to kill him, but Alex really didn't want to die. To many things to accomplish but she guessed that her life really wasn't up to her at this point. A long winded sigh pulled from her lips. Her head dipped down and her body slumping slightly as she was giving in. She knew it was the end and would accept it. No other gave a shit about her. She thought maybe Draven did but as she crawled back into her shell, she figured and told herself he was only doing this because he felt obligated. Then another thought passed through her mind. Pride. She had held own most the time but she accepted the idea she had lost this time but had won in a way. Jack would not come out alive and this brought out a comfort. She lifted her head, depsite the grind of the gun into her skull and looked to Draven. She smiled gently at him, eyes so dark and deep. They held sorrow and shame[

I'm so sorry Draven

]she spoke weakly, her voice faltered and failed. She felt too weak to continue speaking as eyes caught the reflection the sun had on her blood. Yet she kept her proud posture, still looking at Draven, refusing to give Jack the privilege of her attention and thoughts. Mentally, she questioned and betted if Draven would hesitate and watch or if he would leap at Jack or if Jack would have enough to paint her blood against the sand once again[


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