When you forget where you are
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Mark Fields was sitting in the slide, slurping on this grape flavored concoction that Hermione gave him, pondering what he was doing in this noisy town, filled to the brim with people. He wondered what he was dong here. Wasn't I supposed to be with Uncle Sevvie this week? And why am I so tall? "MIONE? MIONE!" he called, unable to get up.
And then he woke up. Where am I? What happened? Oh, yeah, I was on the best date of my life with Hermione, and I blacked out. He looked up, and saw his shirt covered in blood. Thick, rich, bright scarlet red, like a Crayola crayon. Have I been shot? He heard sirens, loud blaring sirens, and the honks of taxis. His ears started to ring, and then he blacked out again.
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"MARK! NO!" yelled Hermione, and then dialed 911 on her black Razor cell. "Hello? Nine one one? My boyfriend's just been shot."
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Aidan sighed and picked up his gun. Perfect. He had murdered the traitor, and could go back home to his lovely wife, and kids. And then the sirens came. Damn.
A/N: I SWEAR! This is my last chapter before the sequel! And, I would want you to read my new story, 'A keeper and his girl', or my Grey's Anatomy story!
LOVE YOU LOTS!
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