NostalgicRose_
Terminator #2.
Pérez Street. Gotham City. Modern Day.
I walk to my closet. Put on a suit and walk out of the warehouse I am hiding in.
I chose this warehouse because it is just a block away from my old house.
I walk to a street-side flower-shop. Pick a bouquet of red carnations. These used to be Rose's favorite flowers. I don't know why I am hung up on Rose so much. It's been decades since I've seen her.
I walk over to the house I used to call my own... This is where it happened.
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Gotham City. 1982.
Gah come on. I got to find Rose. She will be the only one to understand what I'm going through. She'll be the only one to love me while I go through this.
I hail a taxi and jump in the back seat.
"Pérez Street. Hurry."
The taxi driver steps on the peddle and the car starts moving towards Pérez Street.
The car gets near a flower-shop.
"Stop."
I grab a wad of cash I stole. Hand it to the driver and he speeds off.
I grab another wad from my pocket and give it to the clerk at the flower-shop. Grab a bouquet of red carnations and walk down to my house.
I am startled by the sight. Patrol cars swarming my house. Caution tape around the sidewalk fending off pedestrians.
I run up to the tape and say that it's my house and they let me by.
I run up to the fence and rest my shoulder on the post. I get the engagement ring out of my pocket and look at it.
A cop walks out of the house and has a saddened look on his face.
"What happened here?"
"Murder."
"What? Who died? How did this happen?"
"Rose Daniels. Suspect is still unknown. Killer did it with a knife. He slit her throat and shot her in the chest."
I drop the ring and the bouquet of flowers. How could this happen? If I could have just gotten home yesterday. If I could have gotten home an hour ago. If I never went back to war. Who ever did this will pay...
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Pérez Street. Gotham City. Modern Day.
My phone rings. I reach in my pocket and bring it out. I look at the screen. No number. I answer it anyways.
"Who is this?"
"Slade Wilson, I've got a job for you..."
Terminator #2.
Pérez Street. Gotham City. Modern Day.
I walk to my closet. Put on a suit and walk out of the warehouse I am hiding in.
I chose this warehouse because it is just a block away from my old house.
I walk to a street-side flower-shop. Pick a bouquet of red carnations. These used to be Rose's favorite flowers. I don't know why I am hung up on Rose so much. It's been decades since I've seen her.
I walk over to the house I used to call my own... This is where it happened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotham City. 1982.
Gah come on. I got to find Rose. She will be the only one to understand what I'm going through. She'll be the only one to love me while I go through this.
I hail a taxi and jump in the back seat.
"Pérez Street. Hurry."
The taxi driver steps on the peddle and the car starts moving towards Pérez Street.
The car gets near a flower-shop.
"Stop."
I grab a wad of cash I stole. Hand it to the driver and he speeds off.
I grab another wad from my pocket and give it to the clerk at the flower-shop. Grab a bouquet of red carnations and walk down to my house.
I am startled by the sight. Patrol cars swarming my house. Caution tape around the sidewalk fending off pedestrians.
I run up to the tape and say that it's my house and they let me by.
I run up to the fence and rest my shoulder on the post. I get the engagement ring out of my pocket and look at it.
A cop walks out of the house and has a saddened look on his face.
"What happened here?"
"Murder."
"What? Who died? How did this happen?"
"Rose Daniels. Suspect is still unknown. Killer did it with a knife. He slit her throat and shot her in the chest."
I drop the ring and the bouquet of flowers. How could this happen? If I could have just gotten home yesterday. If I could have gotten home an hour ago. If I never went back to war. Who ever did this will pay...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pérez Street. Gotham City. Modern Day.
My phone rings. I reach in my pocket and bring it out. I look at the screen. No number. I answer it anyways.
"Who is this?"
"Slade Wilson, I've got a job for you..."