One Man's Monster Is Another Man's Family [p, Wendy]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker looked relieved to hear that Wash was alright either way, a ragged sigh escaping from his lips. That's all he could ask for was Wash and Rhode's safety. "See, Rhode? Everything's fine." he says very softly to the child

    [align=center][font=georgia][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"I still hurt him."     Rhode pouted to which Cyrus nodded.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"I know, but you didint mean to. You know now to be more careful, right?" Tucker points out

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"You don't get it."     Rhode pouted, crossing her arms. [b]"Why do you keep treating me like a little kid? Like I'm [i]your little kid?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker flinched in pain, stepping back slightly. "Sorry... I was just trying to help...."

    [align=center][font=georgia][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Where's Uncle Sam?"     She turned away, heading down the hall to try and find him.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker watched her begin to head down the hall before glancing to Cyrus, as of to ask where Locus was. After Felix exploded at him back there, he could only assume he was in a grave.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Cyrus, however, was gone, having headed in the opposite direction.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker froze up. He had no idea what the right thing to do right now was. By instinct, he followed after Rhode despite the fear gnawing away at the pit of his stomach.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Rhode had found Locus, snuggling against him and crying again.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Locus was crying as well, though it seemed as if he was doing so more then Rhode. Mostly because he believed he'd never be able to see the child again. "Rhode... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry I messed up so badly, I know I'm the worst uncle in the world..." he murmurs, his breaths shaky. "But I love you so much. I love more then anything in the whole world. No matter what happens, I want you to remember that that'll never change."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"I love you too. Please don't leave. I don't want you to go. I want you to stay."
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]tears brimmed his eyes as he stared down at the child, his gaze filled with pain. "Trust me, Rhode, I really don't want to leave. But people might force me to. No matter what happens, I need you to stay strong, alright? Take good care of Tucker and Cyrus."

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"But I dont [i]want     to take care of them! I want to take care of you!"     She was crying even more, tugging his hand. [b]"If you really loved me, you wouldn't let them make you leave!"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Rhode's words hurt him. Of course didint want to be separated from her, but the entire situation was out of his control. "I'm going to do everything within my power to stay here with you. everything." he promises her, hugging her close

    [align=center][font=georgia][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"If you leave, Daddy and I are going to hate you."     Rhode sobbed. It wasn't true, not entirely, but it was the only thing she could think of saying to get him to stay.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Daddy already hates me. Locus would never say it out loud, but her words was only further plunging a knife deeper into his heart. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "I don't want to leave..."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Then don't. I don't want you to leave. Please. I want you to stay!"
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"I'll do everything to make sure I don't, leave, alright? Im trying. Im really trying." Locus promises, sounding more distressed then Tucker had ever seen or heard him. Tucker slowly stepped forward.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"I don't want you to try! I want you to stay!"
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill