Author: Kenny ' Acidbuk ' M'comic .
Authors E-mail: acidb@postmaster.co.uk.
Title: Hope that tomorrow never comes.
Summery: Leona Losses someone Close to her, but will she survive or will the hurt push her over the edge
Shout-outs:
Warnings: Profanity. Hence why it is rated PG-13
Disclaimer:
The Dominion Tank Police theme and all characters belong to ...Acutely I'm not sure but they don't belong to me. Please don't sue me,
Hope That Tomorrow Never Comes.
Chapter 1: Case Closed.
The shouting from the chefs office could be clearly herd normally the officers would listen by the door but today they didn't need, the people in the office next door could probably here the argument.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CASE CLOSED?", Leona yelled with both arms on the chefs desk.
"It means what it says", Chef Yogari said calmly.
Leona backed up from the desk and said "SO WE'RE JUST GIVING UP!", with a gesture of hands.
"Leona you know as well as I do there have been no fresh leads for over 2 years, Witnesses have disappeared, evidence has been lost and we don't have the resources to keep open an ongoing investigation" , the chef said Solemnly
"It...Just feels like we should be doing something...anything, It pisses me off to think that some Bastard out there is getting away with killing one of our own", Leona angrily
"He new the risks just like you and me when he signed on for duty", the Chef tried to calm Leona down.
"Look, if there are any new leads I will personally re-open the case" , the Chef said firmly.
Leona turned opened the door and walked out sliming it behind here with an almighty wallop officers at there desk gasped and whispered amongst them self's as Leona strode past into the hall way.
As she walked along the corridor Officers starred at her, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!", she yelled at one innocent person who quickly averted his eyes and ran down the corridor out of her way, She reached the locker room as she griped the handle she breathed a slight sigh of relief that she had arrived at her destination, she then opened the door and walked in.
She typed on the keypad and the light turned from red to green, she then opened the locker door taking off her uniform until she was down to her underwear. She then put on some trousers and pulled a T-shirt over her head and down to her waste and drew on her Red Jacket pushing her raven black hair over the collar. As she looked at a picture of Al in her locker the memories hit her. She remembered the first time she met him, it was when he hit her with that dammed golf ball, she was so angry then she remembered when he helped her build Boneapart' , then she remembered when how concerned he was when she was trapped with the Bio-ball and she remembered when Al got shot and how happy she was when he returned from sick leave.
But as the last few memories hit her a she rested the top of her head on the locker, a tear formed and rolled down her cheek. She Slammed the locker door in anger which bounced back with a loud clang thinking that the anger would replace the hurt but it didn't, she turned and rested her back against the lockers the tears now constant and unstopping. She slid down resting her hands on her knees and cried. "I ...wasn't... strong enough", she sobbed; "I leaned on you so much for support.... and when you needed to lean back I wasn't there for you", she continued to cry; "why wasn't I strong enough!" she Yelled out to no one.
Authors E-mail: acidb@postmaster.co.uk.
Title: Hope that tomorrow never comes.
Summery: Leona Losses someone Close to her, but will she survive or will the hurt push her over the edge
Shout-outs:
Warnings: Profanity. Hence why it is rated PG-13
Disclaimer:
The Dominion Tank Police theme and all characters belong to ...Acutely I'm not sure but they don't belong to me. Please don't sue me,
Hope That Tomorrow Never Comes.
Chapter 1: Case Closed.
The shouting from the chefs office could be clearly herd normally the officers would listen by the door but today they didn't need, the people in the office next door could probably here the argument.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CASE CLOSED?", Leona yelled with both arms on the chefs desk.
"It means what it says", Chef Yogari said calmly.
Leona backed up from the desk and said "SO WE'RE JUST GIVING UP!", with a gesture of hands.
"Leona you know as well as I do there have been no fresh leads for over 2 years, Witnesses have disappeared, evidence has been lost and we don't have the resources to keep open an ongoing investigation" , the chef said Solemnly
"It...Just feels like we should be doing something...anything, It pisses me off to think that some Bastard out there is getting away with killing one of our own", Leona angrily
"He new the risks just like you and me when he signed on for duty", the Chef tried to calm Leona down.
"Look, if there are any new leads I will personally re-open the case" , the Chef said firmly.
Leona turned opened the door and walked out sliming it behind here with an almighty wallop officers at there desk gasped and whispered amongst them self's as Leona strode past into the hall way.
As she walked along the corridor Officers starred at her, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!", she yelled at one innocent person who quickly averted his eyes and ran down the corridor out of her way, She reached the locker room as she griped the handle she breathed a slight sigh of relief that she had arrived at her destination, she then opened the door and walked in.
She typed on the keypad and the light turned from red to green, she then opened the locker door taking off her uniform until she was down to her underwear. She then put on some trousers and pulled a T-shirt over her head and down to her waste and drew on her Red Jacket pushing her raven black hair over the collar. As she looked at a picture of Al in her locker the memories hit her. She remembered the first time she met him, it was when he hit her with that dammed golf ball, she was so angry then she remembered when he helped her build Boneapart' , then she remembered when how concerned he was when she was trapped with the Bio-ball and she remembered when Al got shot and how happy she was when he returned from sick leave.
But as the last few memories hit her a she rested the top of her head on the locker, a tear formed and rolled down her cheek. She Slammed the locker door in anger which bounced back with a loud clang thinking that the anger would replace the hurt but it didn't, she turned and rested her back against the lockers the tears now constant and unstopping. She slid down resting her hands on her knees and cried. "I ...wasn't... strong enough", she sobbed; "I leaned on you so much for support.... and when you needed to lean back I wasn't there for you", she continued to cry; "why wasn't I strong enough!" she Yelled out to no one.