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Alicia:Stupid asshole.

(Steeling herself against the worst possibilities, she checked the door and of course found it unlocked. She pushed her way in without thought and grimaced visibly against what hit her the moment she opened the door. A thin rank smell like rotting vegetables was hanging everywhere and it was all she could do to keep herself from throwing up on the spot. What the hell had happened to the man?)

Alicia:Pres?

(Frowning she looks towards the stairs and shakes her head disappointedly)

Alicia:Pres, you dickhead, where the hell are you?

(Nothing. Sighing deeper than she really wanted to, she looked to the stairs again and starts up them. Halfway up them, she stopped dead cold. Preston was sitting at the top of the stairs with a gun in his hands and tears streaming down his face.)

Alicia:Pres? Are you okay?

(She thought for a moment about approaching him, but shied away, perhaps wisely. He was dangerous now. To himself, and more than likely, even to her.)

Alicia:Pres, you really need to...put that away..Pres?

(His head never raised at all, but the pace of tears seemed to slow down. The gun, however didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. She realized, a bit nervously, that he was also shaking. Violently.)

Alicia:What's wrong?

(He looked up, slightly smiling, although it was a bitter smile that didn't come within a mile of his eyes.)

Preston:What's right? Not a DAMN thing is right.

(Yes, he was definately very dangerous right now. Something about the look of his eyes, the sound of his voice, she was standing in front of a man who was walking a razor's edge of sanity.)

Alicia:There's plenty right Pres..

(Not a word, he looked at her, questioningly, maybe daring her to come up with something right.)

Alicia:You've got friends...people who love you..

(With a snap, the gun was raised and pointed at her. Her stomach sank like a lead baloon. She should have left him to his own self pity.)

Preston:What about you Ali-cat? Do you love me?

(She started to answer, but the nervous chuckle he let out stopped what she was going to say in her throat. It wasn't a question he meant to have answered.)

Preston:Of course you do.

(Another bitter smile)

Preston:Not in anywhere near the capacity I want, but you love me. We're "friends"..

(Muttering something incoherent under his breath, he leaned his head against the side of the gun. Sje was more than happy to not have the barrel pointed in her direction anymore. The danger, of course, was still there, but it seemed less...pressing. Half of her wanted to help him, the other just wanted to save herself. If he was going to blow up, there wasn't any reason why she should let herself get caught in the explosion.
It was obvious he still had some negative feelings about their falied relationship...but there wasn't anything she could do to change what had happened.
And she did still care about him. He had been one of the nicest guys she had ever dated, but it just hadn't worked for her. He hadn't been...demanding enough. For her, dating had always had to be a battle, and with him, it was an easy win.
She sat on the stair below him)

Alicia:Is that what this is about? I saw what happened on Saturday night....I know...

(He looked at her qith rage in his eyes. Saturday night WAS a part of the issue at hand then.)

Preston:What? I got my ass handed to me, so what? Worse has happened...worse will happen...

(He looked sadly at the gun in his hands)

Preston:But it's not the end of the world. Not anyone elses anyways...

(He was thinking of killing himself then?)

Alicia:It would be the end of the world...Pres, you're better than this...you.

(The words caught in her throat as she was once again greeted by the buisness end of that gun.

Preston:I think you should GO. Please.

(She nodded slowly, sadly. She was his friend, and she was worried for him, but she was also very scared for herself. She slowly edged her way down the stairs and ducked around the corner. She heard him begin to sob loudly in the stairwell, but she didn't go back. Instead, she quickly scanned the kitchen.
The mess was a shock, as Preston has always been organized, but the worst was that she saw a series a used needles. Her friend, he was losing himself, and he was obviously shooting up....which he had never done befor)

Preston:I TOLD you to leave. Why the hell didn't you listen to me?!?

(Gun in hand, he looked very sad, and angry at the same time.)

Preston:This is going to be messy...

(The first shot clipped her head, spilling a spray of red over the kitchen cabinets. The second follwed quickly afterward, exploding in her chest with a large flowery bloom of red. The pain that riveted her torso was more than she had ever felt before, but when she looked up at Preston, he seemed to be smiling.
She took the time to collapse in a heap but he merely walked over, that same disaffected smile on his face, and placed the gun against her forehead)

CLICK

(No explosion. And the smile on his face grew even larger. The pain in her chest was overwhelming, all the same, but it was throbbing ache, not..)

Preston:I guess I'll need to pick up some more paintballs.

(He turned and headed back up the stairs, a bounce in his step and a smile actually touching him. Alicia put her hands to her chest, she wasn't going to die, but that damn pellet was going to leave one helluva bruise on her boob.)

Alicia:Fucking dickhead.....

(From up the stair, humming started, but she barely even heard it over the buzzing in her ears, the throbbing in her chest....Preston was still one very messed up individual...and she was going to have to DEAL with him....fade.)

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