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Montgomery didn’t start it. It wasn’t his fault. But it didn’t matter now; all that mattered was getting as far way from Maud as possible. When someone goes mad, and ends up murdered, well, it wasn’t his fault. But he could still see her, burned into his retinas. The horrid screaming, the blood, and the silence more painful than the screams. And yet, the metropolis never stopped, unaware that its greatest gift was gone. Unaware that it’s doom was sprinting away on moccasined feet. Montgomery stepped into the middle of Times Square. This was it. A taxi came bearing down on him, horn blaring. In the instant before impact, Montgomery dissipated.
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Rage clouded her vision. It was all she felt, the fury. It controlled Maud completely. Her brother had abandoned her in her greatest hour of need. A scream bubbled up inside her. She let it erupt, soaring into the light polluted city sky. It flew over rooftops, stopped time, but not the one thing that it couldn’t stop were the moccasins that were speeding away with her life. Her heart and soul were in the bag they carried, and her shriek followed, haunting the thief. How DARE he! The agony set in then, and even the force of her rage couldn’t keep it at bay. The hurt beat out the mad, and slowly she turned her head, the blood no longer pumping out of the gaping hole in her chest. Her fading eyes followed the metropolis lights as the light in them went out.
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