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Date Posted: 06:42:14 06/22/02 Sat
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.100
Subject: Shot in the back....You Dirty Rat!

Lithe fatale jogs down the alleyway, smoldering orics ever watchful infront of her, listening closely for the tell tale sign of the pursuers somewhere behind her. �Bout that time two males round the corner of an connecting alleyway not far behind her. Fatale glances over her shoulder before sprinting forward; the fact she�d been running from the duo for over an hour easily detectable by the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the light sheen of persperation on forehead. Glancing over her shoulder once more at the pursuers they were taking a beating more so then she was by the fact neither of them were in very good shape. Bodice slams into trench swarthed form �Shit�, hands fly forward to stablize herself once more, barely looking at the figure before glancing over her shoulder again. The closing males spurring her forward once more shoving away from him without another word running flat out. The first of the males rushes past the trenched figure finally shouting out to the fatale �Tyler!�The pursuing male comes to a full halt pulling out a pistal taking careful aim before firing. Fatale stumbles forward with the sudden impact of the bullet entering the flesh of shoulder. A yelp of pain errupting from vocals, momentum working against her f'morra falls to the asphalt, the rough surface ripping at forearms and hands, instinct demanded she use to try and stop her fall. Laying there motionless, a pool of blood already starting to gather, the bullet having ripped it�s way thru tender muscle of her left shoulder. The second male clapping the first on the back before they slowly begin walking towards her once more. Taking a moment to catch her breath she glances over her shoulder, shoving lithe frame vertical once more, she sprints off again the males cursing quickly charge forth after her again.

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