Chris walked into the room, his eyes fixed on Leon. Claire quickly jumped out

of the bed and ran in front of Chris, stopping him in his tracks. Chris looked

down at his sister. "Chris, don't do this, please don't do this," she pleaded,

hearing Leon walk up behind her. Chris looked up at Leon, a look of disgust

on his face. He was beginning to dislike Leon even more than he already

did. Chris and Leon were once friends until Chris found out that he was seeing

his sister. That's when the whole thing started. From then on Chris hadn't spoken

to Leon besides the constant threats, but Leon could care less what Chris

thought. Chris pushed Claire aside and grabbed leon by the collar of his shirt,

roughly pushing him against the wall. Claire ran by Chris' side and grabbed

his arm, trying to tear him away from Leon. "What the hell did you do to my

sister kennedy," he yelled furiously. Leon could feel the anger, the anger that

he'd been holding in for so long. The same anger that he held in when the chief

pissed him off. "Calm down Leon. You'll only make things worst," he thought

to himself. "Chris, let him go!" Claire yelled, still pulling at his arm. Chris swung

at Leon but he ducked and Chris' fist hit the wall. Leon could feel his anger

getting the best of him. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Leon shoved Chris,

causing him to stumble back and fall on the floor. Claire stared down at

Chris. She could tell that he still wanted to hit Leon. "What is your problem

Chris? You were never like this. We used to be best friends," Leon said,

trying to straighten things out. "We USED to be best friends, until I found out

about you and my sister." Chris slowly lifted himself off of the floor. Leon

grabbed his shirt and his keys from the nightstand. "I'm sorry Claire," he said

looking up at her. "I can't do this anymore." Leon pushed pass Chris and

walked down the stairs until they heard the door open and then slam shut.

Claire looked out the window and watched as Leon got into his car and sped

off. She turned to her brother, feeling her eyes fill with tears. "Are you happy

now!" she yelled. Claire walked out of the room and stomped down the stairs,

grabbing her keys and jacket on the way out.

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It was about midnight and Kevin Ryman walked out of the police headquarters

with a bag in one hand and his keys in the other. He looked around the parking

lot, forgetting where he'd parked his car. Once he spotted it he began to walk in

its direction. He stopped when he heard something behind him. He quickly

spun around but to his surprise, there was no one there. "Get a grip Kevin," he

thought as he spun around and began walking toward his car. Once he got to his

car, he put his bag down on the ground and stuck the key into the lock. Before he

could open the door, someone's foot swung up and kicked him in the stomach,

causing him to fly a few feet away from his car. Kevin's back hit the cement and

pain shot through his whole body. Kevin pulled himself onto his knees, looking

up at the person who kicked him. "Hello Kevin," the young man said, a wide grin

spreading across his face.

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