Disclaimer: Sue Thomas isn't mine. My OC's are mine, but the rest isn't…
This is my first STFBE fic, I hope I do the characters justice …
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Bobby Manning
I hate serial killers. I thought miserably as I stood in the park in the pitch black and flicked the switch on one of the portable torches in the bag of equipment Myles had thrown unceremoniously at my feet. Stupid Drongo.
Of course, it wasn't as though I liked other kinds of killer, focussing my hatred merely on serial killers. I didn't like murderers. Murderers sucked, in my opinion. Which was juvenile. But hey. It was true. They sucked. And Serial Killers just sucked more.
I shook my head and tried to clear it. Tonight wasn't going to be good. It wasn't going to be fun. It was cold, it was wet and it was dark. Tara was a lucky thing, and Lucy. They hadn't been forced to stay here all night. They'd gone home. They didn't have to do all this. I growled as a cool breeze shifted through my hair and I straightened up, pulling the jacket tighter around me. Screw murderers. Night-time sucked. Totally.
I rubbed my hands together and blew on them as I looked down at my shoes and bent down to tie them up. I was surprised when I heard Jack speak from somewhere to my left.
"Bobby? Man, you alright?"
That's when I became pretty aware of the pain shooting through my side.
"What happened?"
"I-I don't know… one minute you were up, next minute you're down there."
"Why does my side hurt?" I tried to raise my head but it hurt. It hurt a lot. "Jack, have I been shot?"
I opened my eyes and looked over at him, still unable to raise my head. He looked pale, and he looked like he'd been found out.
"It wasn't you, was it, mate?" I grinned as best as I could, but it bloody hurt.
"I didn't hear a shot." He admitted, but put his hand on my side and felt around for a minute, trying to find blood or bullet holes. He pulled away a second later and I groaned, feeling the stabbing pain shoot through somewhere around my third rib from the bottom.
Bloody hell.
Literally.
I felt the paramedics lift me from the floor and heard them speaking about the amount of blood I'd lost, but it washed over my head as I slipped in and out of consciousness.
I knew it then. It wasn't murder, and it wasn't murderers. Murder scenes sucked.
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A/N : Well that was chapter 1... I'll hopefully update soon…
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