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[нαℓƒ~мσση]

River blinked- well, it sure sounded like a girl- and gripped his gun tightly, finger hovering over the trigger, "If you take another step, I'll have to shoot you. Stay where you are."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Yes blow the last Sawyer to hell, do this hell hole a favor," The young man's thi lips twist into a smile,".. Or..." He takes a step toward River,"... I can tell you what REALLY happened to your father.."

Morgan hisses and cocks the rifle, his finger shiverin over the trigger

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The muscles in his shoulders tensed up slightly, "What the hell are you talking about? He died on the job, I already know that. He gave his life to protect this town," River answered sharply.

[CrimsonMoon]

" From WHO though?" The mousey haired boy laughs and grins, taking another step toward him

" DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH 'IM!!" Captain Morgan snarls

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The gun clicked as he gritted his teeth, "Don't move! Stay where you are! It doesn't matter who- he's g-gone and that won't bring him back!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then SHOOT me!! Shoot an innocent man!!" Forest snarls, whirling and jabbing a finger at Morgan," Just. Like. He did."

Morgan pales but his finger closes over the trigger

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I'm not going to shoot you unless I have to," River shook his head, "It's not in my jurisdiction to shoot you and decide if you're guilty or not. I just want you to cooperate with us."

[CrimsonMoon]

Forest rolls his shoulders, switching his grip on the knife," Well then... Sorry..." He breathes out slowly and Morgan suddenly pulls the trigger, the shot tearing through much of his arm as he suddenly lunges at Jerricks and in an instant, the cold blade presses against his skin, mixed with the lukewarm of blood

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

River's arm shot out and grabbed at the hand that held the knife, his body bending backward away from the assault. He didn't even have enough time to use the gun, rather he just used his strength against the smaller man.

[CrimsonMoon]

Forest's uninjured arm wraps tightly around Rief's chest and presses the knife against his throat," I don't want to kill you... Just the old man..." He growls softly in his ear

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I don't want you to kill /anyone/," River gasped, his hand grasping Forest's arm, "Revenge is not the answer. For anything. And Officer Morgan is my friend and co-worker. I can't let you harm him."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Then once more.. I'm so sorry," Forest mutters, the icy steel pushing against River's skin then.. Blackness takes over..

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The gun fell from his slack hand and River grunted, unable to fend off the rush of unconscious that took over.

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME . SKIP-

The air smelled of blood, old blood... His hand were cuffed and hooked to one of the meat hooks.. One of thw blankets was wrapped around him.. Early morning light filtered in

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

River groaned and his eyes opened, squinting against the light. He tried to move his hands, but all that happened was the hook swinging slightly. He looked up at the hook and struggled, cursing softly.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man lay nearby, curled up on the hard floor, his mousey brown hair poking out from under Morgan's jacket, dried blood caking it

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

River looked around the room, desperate for something to free himself with. He spied Forest, asleep, and frowned. He had to keep quiet as he tried to free his hands.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hook creaked softly, the rusted metal hook bending slightly.. With a little strength and alot of noise he could break it...

Forest stirs and sighs, shivering slightly

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

River paused, allowing the other man to readjust himself and fall back into a slumber. He started messing with the hook again, pulling his hands down. It was forcing the metal to give way and he stuck his tongue out slightly in concentration. Just a little bit more force..

[CrimsonMoon]

The hook shrieked silently, Forests's hand snakes out of the jacket and grasps the knife softly