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Created on: November 07, 2011 Last Updated: November 08, 2011
It's so sad most memories, the ones that usually stay in your head, come at a time of hardship, loss, or chaos. The lead detective steps on broken glass as he walks the scene.
"What a mess," he says looking down at a young blonde bank teller crying being comforted by a woman medic with her arm around her. She won't be going on any dates for a while he coldly thinks slightly shaking his head sadly to himself. Several different men and women collect evidence as two medics roll out the body of a teller that didn't make it.
"Sir," a young patrol man says. "We found one of the perps outside.. gunshot to the knee."
"Guess he's no longer part of the gang," the detective says walking toward the door past more broken glass. "The guy they took out earlier all cut up was more than likely shoved or thrown through the office glass," he says walking out into the cooling night air and flashing LED emergency lights. A man's shouts can be heard from the back of an ambulance, mostly obscenities. "That's gotta be our boy.. hey. Hey," he says shouting and pointing at him for a remark he makes to the female EMT before jumping into the rear of the ambulance. "Only noises out of you are the ones telling me who you were with."
"Nex est tantum exordium," the man defiantly says with a smile and suddenly it drops. His eyes quickly roll into his head and his face draws down as his mouth opens wide in a silent scream.
"We need some medics over here," the detective yells as he pulls off his belt as the man convulses violently and puts the belt in his mouth. The female EMT arrives just as his body gets ridged and goes limp. Something drops to the floor and the detective looks down to see a small vial with a smiley face on it grinning wildly back at him.
"What happened," she says checking the man's vitals.
"He said something in Latin and poisoned himself," he says putting the empty vial in his pocket so he doesn't touch it.
"Well, what did he say," she says to the detective.
"He said, 'Death is only the beginning,'" he says getting out of the ambulance.
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