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What doesn’t kill me should’ve tried harder

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When God is gone and the Devil takes hold;
       who will have mercy on your soul?
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold;
       nothing satisfies me but your soul.

                              O Death.

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“I think I’m going to jail.”

It was apparent that Ryan was angry and he flinched away. “S-sorry…” He tugged at the hem of his sweater. “Since I’m hear anyways, want to help me?” He gave an uneasy smile, and slouched into himself.

“Doesn’t look like I have much of a choice, does it?” His eyes narrowed at Ray bit more as he tried to cute himself out of trouble. Well, it worked. But he’d be damned if he let the other know. He gave him one last glare before he turned away. His eyes squinted, trying to think.

Did he actually have to nervously fuss with his sleeve? Was it really necessary to make himself appear smaller?

Ryan blinked a few times, coming back from his thoughts. Apparently thinking of a plan wasn’t that easy at the moment. How long had he been thinking about him? Had it been too long? Should he have a plan by now? “Um, before I execute any plans or whatever, how long would you say it’s been since you killed that cop?”

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“I think I’m going to jail.”

“I panicked ok!? I shot the cop and then ran. I wasn’t sure where to go, and…” He trailed off at the last part, flushing a bit. “And I thought maybe you could help me.” Wow, that sounded really sappy, and not like Ray at all. “Sorry, I’m just being a bother now…”

Ryan rolled his eyes, “The only bother is that you came here. My house. The apparent psycho who’s almost under the radar all of the time. Does that ring any bells for you, Ray?” He was obviously flustered due to the whole situation. Backing away from the window, he went to the kitchen to shut the blinds that resided within the room. Coming back to the living area, he stared at Ray, a slight hint of anger in his features. “Ray, you really fucked yourself coming over here, I hope you know that.”

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“I think I’m going to jail.”

“There were others and I didn’t have many bullets left so I jumped out the window.” He didn’t mention that it was on the third floor, and that his foot was now in pain. “They chased me a few blocks and I lost them but, uh… I’m radar now, so…” Ray scratched the back of his head.

“You’re on the radar and you came here?” He shook his head, going over to the window and shutting the curtains. Ryan peered past the cloth, trying to see if Ray may have been followed. Thank god everything was clear. “Why the hell would you do that, Ray?”

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“I think I’m going to jail.”

“What did I do wrong?” He half hissed. “I shot a cop in the face after he walked on me doing a job.” It hurt a little for him to assume that he did wrong even if it was right.

Ryan clicked his tongue, “I didn’t mean it like that.” His hand brushed through his hair. “Well, it’s not like the guy lived after his head’s been blown off.. So, what happened, then? I shoot cops all the time, I thought you were used to it by now.”

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“I think I’m going to jail.”

Ray made a face. “It’s kind of my job. But yes… I may have…”

“Well, y-yeah, I know that. It’s my job, too, I guess.” That was definitely a stupid question. “What happened this time? What’d you do wrong?”

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“I think I’m going to jail.”

“What— Why? Did you kill someone again?”