Author's Note: Cookie to the person who guesses who Amelia's character was inspired by! And also, enjoy a cliff hanger! Mwha-ha-ha!
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Victims of Fate
Chapter Eighteen
Prompt: Pride
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Mike and Carolyn show up after the third shot is fired, and burst into the hall with their guns drawn. Amelia has both arms in front of her and two bodies at her feet. She apparently wrestled the gun away from the guards, the same guards who apparently didn't do her handcuffs tight enough.
"You bastard!" Amelia yelled, gun shakily pointed at Mike. "How could you do this to me!"
"Put the gun down Amelia and we'll talk," Mike said, circling left while Carolyn went right.
"No more talking! You never listen! Never!" Amelia's crying, but the barrel of her gun is still pointed at Mike. "If you had just gone home with me that night, everything would have been okay!"
"Amelia," Mike looks thrown by the comment, but Amelia keeps charging ahead barely pausing for breath.
"She didn't want you," Amelia's gun swings, pointing now at Carolyn, "She didn't want you and you still spend more time with her than me! I loved you! How could you do that to me?"
"It's not Mike," Carolyn says hastily before Amelia can return her focus on Mike, "It's not Mike's fault, is it, Amelia? I'm the one who keeps him from you aren't I? That's why you wrote what you did on my wall."
"Bitch, whore, cop whore," Amelia spits, "You're not good enough for him. Always looking down on Mike, like you're better. Whore!"
And two more shots ring out in the hallway.