Part I: Badabing, badaboom

Ladies and gentlemen, another week has arrived, as well as another subject to be discussed... Well, this week's going to be a tad different. Joram's Blog contained an idea a while ago which we should give a try. So just head over there, and read what we're going to do.

Now, without further ado, it's time for me to get started.

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Mushy, that's what it is. Mushy. The rain that's falling right now has mixed with the snow that was already on the ground, morphing all of it into some sort of pulp; Mushy pulp. Thankfully I step out of the cold though, and I walk into the main hall. All around me there's chaos, as usual. Nothing special going on here, it's always chaotic at the trainstation. People running, people constantly checking their watches, and people just randomly hanging around... I'm probably one of the few that actually wonders what the HELL they're doing there, but that's besides the point.

I slowly move towards the platform I'm supposed to go to, as some 18-or-so woman crashes into me. As she knocks me over, I introvertedly mumble "What the f-?" - I stop in the middle of my 'sentence' as I look her right in her amazingly blue eyes. Normally, this situation would've been awkward; I'm lying on a concrete floor, in a station, with an unknown woman lying on top of me, people rushing past us, not giving a damn. Instead of trying to get up, we just lay there for about 10 seconds, after which she displays a shy smile. "... Sorry." "Tha... that's okay." Did I stutter before? I don't think I did. "I should probably get off of you, right?" "... Perhaps." The contrast of the cold floor on my back and her warm body on top of me feels good, but I'm afraid to say that. As she gets up the earbuds of her iPod swing close to my ear, and I hear a familiar sound.

Fools in Love, are there any other kinds of lovers?

"You like Joe Jackson?" I ask in amazement. Recuperated she quickly says "Yeah, he's awesome!". She looks behind her, and shakily mumbles "I've got to go.". She kisses me on the cheek, and rushes towards the exit. I quickly make a (life-altering) choice, and run after her, catching up after a few seconds. "Why are you in such a rush?" "You don't want to kn-"

A deafeningly loud bang cuts off her sentence, and people around me are screaming. I look at her perfect eyes, and she looks right back into mine. I collapse, and she kneels next to me. "Sorry.", she whispers. I bring one hand towards my stomach, where the bullet exited, and my other hand's caressing her face. Everything around me seems to fade, except for her. "It's okay." I mumble, and while my final breath exits my body I hear the last thing to ever enter my ears, coming from her earbuds.

"Bang, bang, that awful sound..."



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So, who shot me? Why? What did she have to do with it? Who the hell is she, now that I think about it? Who saw it? What else happened simultaneously? I'm eager to know as well...