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[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[shaking hands drop a bloodied knife]

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[beckybrowning.livejournal.com]

You should pick that up and dispose of it elsewhere. After cleaning it.

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't look up, just stares at the blood on her hands and clothes]

[beckybrowning.livejournal.com]

I mean, you can call the police if it was self defense I guess.

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[blood drips from her fingers but she stands there blank, only sound is her breath]

[beckybrowning.livejournal.com]

I'm going to get some help for you.

[kings-boy11.livejournal.com]

...............

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[lifts her head a little. Even through her hair you can see there's a deep bruise around her eye. Bloody dripped from her fingers]

[kings-boy11.livejournal.com]

*frowns* What happened?

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

H-he... I killed him

[kings-boy11.livejournal.com]

...who?

[whohuntsalone.livejournal.com]

Miss?

You okay?

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[holds out her hands, wrists close together. On the backs of them are defensive cuts]

Arrest me. I killed him.

[whohuntsalone.livejournal.com]

*frowns and steps forward, turning over her hands to look at the cuts*

Not my job, are you hurt?

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[pulls her hands away suddenly, covering her face with them as if she was expecting the woman to strike her. Arms cover her head, there's more cuts there, smaller ones]

[whohuntsalone.livejournal.com]

*steps back, and talks quietly and soothenly, like she is speaking to her little sister*

I'm not going to hurt you... I have a med-kit in my truck, can I help you?

[jurisimmortalis.livejournal.com]

You okay? What happened?

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

I killed him

[jurisimmortalis.livejournal.com]

Whoa, wait, hold on. *helps her sit down* Killed who?

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[shrinks as the woman tries to help her sit, arms move to a defensive position that show the cuts on her arms]

Him

[jurisimmortalis.livejournal.com]

*notes the cuts on her arms, realizes there's more going on*

Who is was he?

[doesntrush-sci.livejournal.com]

Luka? *He stepped forward, pulling on latex gloves.* My name is Mac Taylor, I'm a police officer. Are you okay?

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

[doesn't look up]

Will you arrest me?

[lifts up her hands, the blood has been wiped off but before there's a sealed bag with some form of material and the knife in it. The knfe has been wiped too. Her clothes are still covered in blood. She'd not changed]

[doesntrush-sci.livejournal.com]

I'm here to make sure everything is okay.

*Keeping his eyes on her, he moved forward and carefully picked up the bag and turned it over in his hands.* I am just here to make sure what you're telling me is true.

[sound-upstairs.livejournal.com]

The boy tried to help me, he didn't understand. Took the knife, wiped it and my hands, threw it in the trash. Tried to make me run. I got those out. I waited]

[points to the bag with her hand. On the back of her hand is a fresh cut, in fact there are cuts on both her hands, up the undersides of her arms and across her forearms. All defensive wounds]

I killed him, he's in there [points to the house behind her. She's still not looked up]

[doesntrush-sci.livejournal.com]

You took the knife from the garbage and you put it in the bag so you could give it to the police.

*Looking at her hands and then up at the house, he nodded and opened the bag next to him. In the bag is a camera.* He's not going anywhere, in that house. I'll make sure he's taken care of.

Luka, I am going to take a few pictures of your arms, of your face. Is that okay?