[Center][color=teal][h2][b]Lynette Marshall[/b][/h2][/color]
Location: Police station
Interacting with: Elijah Craigh, The Blake's, cops

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Her ears stung with the echo of the bullets. The site of blood and bones laid fresh before her. Flesh had ripped apart from the bullets path and the life that once lit up behind their eyes gone.[i] He shot them. [/i]The understanding why was proving to be a hard pill for the girl to swallow. [Color=teal]"You. You killed them."[/color] she said looking over at Elijah. 

Lynette had never seen a dead body. She wasn't even allowed to go to her grandfather's funeral because she was 'too young'. Even with Tille's death. She didn't bare to look at supposed photos that circulated. Not even she had that much of a morbid fascination but Elijah, he stood there with ease. Not a care in the world and it that bothered her on a certain level.

She could feel the acid bit at the back of her throat a moment before her stomach twisted and up came the contents of her stomach. An officer nearby stepped up to gently pat the girl on the back as her body trembled from the spasms. [Color=teal]"What did he mean?"[/color] she asked before trying to spit out the foul taste that was left on her mouth.

Wiping her mouth on her arm she looked back at them with a pained look painted across her face, [color=Teal]"He said there would be more. He said they'd keep coming. Is this true?"[/color] Lynette made eye contact across the room, [color=teal]"That mob is coming back, aren't they? And they'll hang us....or worse."[/color] her voice shook but she stayed standing strong. She wanted answers even though Lynette suspected she already knew it. Thoughtlessly she touched her arm where the mark laid hidden beneath her coat.

[Color=teal]"We'll need to leave. Won't we?"[/color]