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text-align: justify;">The seconds that dragged on after his eyes fell upon Katie felt as if they amounted to hours. Disbelief washed over him. Disbelief that he was staring at a dead body — the dead body of someone he briefly knew. It was the shell of a human, a life that once existed. One that loved, breathed and laughed, and now was no more. Her once bright blue eyes had lost their sparkle, dulled considerably to represent the lack of life within. Studying her now, it seemed apparent she’d been dead for a while. <br/>
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“Dan?” The tender, feminine voice echoed behind him, inquisitive yet brimming with concern. With a tightened jaw, he turned around to the voice he knew belonged to Izzy. While he knew she likely had her fair share of eventful evenings, he almost felt the need to attempt to shield the body from her view — to protect her from the brutal scene at his feet. As Katie’s name left her lips, Dan’s brow furrowed. It came as a surprise that Izzy knew the woman, yet he also was aware the clinic Katie worked at had a strong reputation for providing high quality therapy to their clients.<br/>
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“Izzy,” Dan murmured carefully, holding his hands out in attempt to calmly approach her. He could see the varying levels of shock begin to blossom across her face. The way she crumpled to the floor had him following her in a crouch, angling his body to obstruct her view from the deceased woman. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” There were so many questions already. How did they both get here with… Katie? <br/>
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Gingerly, Dan reached for her hand, feeling the scared tremors quake lightly beneath her skin. He gave a gentle squeeze, before searching her eyes for any answers to the multiple questions he’d already began to conjure up. “What do you remember from last night?” Perhaps her answers could help fill in the gaps.<br/>
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Before he could begin to decipher the strange riddle and attempt to make sense of what was before him, Dan became distracted by the sound of movement around him. People. There were other <i>people</i> here. Immediately, he sprung into protective mode, launching himself back to his feet from a crouched position. Everything in his body drove him toward the intuition they were under threat. They didn’t <i>just </i>wake up in an unknown room with a fucking dead body.<br/>
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“Andrew?” Dan uttered incredulous. He blinked, his lips parting slightly as he stared at the man he’d come to know over the past year. The man stood, speechless, almost as in shock as the pair of them that’d first discovered the body. Seeing Andrew only added to the recipe of confusion in Dan’s mind. Blurry fragments within his mind suggested he’d served Andrew a couple of drinks last night — as he usually did on a Friday evening. It hadn’t been anything unusual and conversation had flowed as it normally did — how was your week, how’s your daughter… all the usual small talk that’d brought them onto a first name basis.<br/>
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And then more people filtered into the room. A woman emerged from the balcony he’d never met before, a younger frenchman he’d served before at the bar and a beautiful brunette who seemed unbothered by the scene of brutality. The furrowing of Dan’s brow morphed into a frown as his darkened hues darted between the trio he didn’t recognise.  <br/>
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At last, his attention settled onto Murphy — a woman who gave the impression of hardened strength, a force to be reckoned with. The injuries printed onto her face only encouraged the assumptions he’d drafted. Although, those words she muttered clung to his brain like feathers to glue. <i>Not again.</i><br/>
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“What the fuck is going on,” Dan boomed, “She is right — no one touch her. No one touch the body.” There didn’t need to be any DNA evidence stamped onto the body <i>if there wasn’t already. </i><br/>
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He ran a hand through his thick strands and exhaled deeply, “I can’t remember a thing from last night.” The confirmation sounded bitter, almost alike he was frustrated with himself for the sparse recollection of events the night before. This very rarely ever happened — especially when he remained sober.<br/>
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Shifting his attention over to the dark-haired woman, Dan’s eyes narrowed, “Perhaps you should also point fingers at yourself instead of looking at everyone else. Need I remind you that you <i>also </i>seem to be tangled in this same bullshit?” His voice was taut and he forced himself to curb the further spilling of stressed accusations from his mouth, The matter-of-fact unbothered attitude and the way she was so quick to exclude herself from the blame had Dan on edge, and feeling suspicious.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">The seconds that dragged on after his eyes fell upon Katie felt as if they amounted to hours. Disbelief washed over him. Disbelief that he was staring at a dead body — the dead body of someone he briefly knew. It was the shell of a human, a life that once existed. One that loved, breathed and laughed, and now was no more. Her once bright blue eyes had lost their sparkle, dulled considerably to represent the lack of life within. Studying her now, it seemed apparent she'd been dead for a while. <br/>
<br/>
"Dan?" The tender, feminine voice echoed behind him, inquisitive yet brimming with concern. With a tightened jaw, he turned around to the voice he knew belonged to Izzy. While he knew she likely had her fair share of eventful evenings, he almost felt the need to attempt to shield the body from her view — to protect her from the brutal scene at his feet. As Katie's name left her lips, Dan's brow furrowed. It came as a surprise that Izzy knew the woman, yet he also was aware the clinic Katie worked at had a strong reputation for providing high quality therapy to their clients.<br/>
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"Izzy," Dan murmured carefully, holding his hands out in attempt to calmly approach her. He could see the varying levels of shock begin to blossom across her face. The way she crumpled to the floor had him following her in a crouch, angling his body to obstruct her view from the deceased woman. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" There were so many questions already. How did they both get here with… Katie? <br/>
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Gingerly, Dan reached for her hand, feeling the scared tremors quake lightly beneath her skin. He gave a gentle squeeze, before searching her eyes for any answers to the multiple questions he'd already began to conjure up. "What do you remember from last night?" Perhaps her answers could help fill in the gaps.<br/>
<br/>
Before he could begin to decipher the strange riddle and attempt to make sense of what was before him, Dan became distracted by the sound of movement around him. People. There were other <i>people</i> here. Immediately, he sprung into protective mode, launching himself back to his feet from a crouched position. Everything in his body drove him toward the intuition they were under threat. They didn't <i>just </i>wake up in an unknown room with a fucking dead body.<br/>
<br/>
"Andrew?" Dan uttered incredulous. He blinked, his lips parting slightly as he stared at the man he'd come to know over the past year. The man stood, speechless, almost as in shock as the pair of them that'd first discovered the body. Seeing Andrew only added to the recipe of confusion in Dan's mind. Blurry fragments within his mind suggested he'd served Andrew a couple of drinks last night — as he usually did on a Friday evening. It hadn't been anything unusual and conversation had flowed as it normally did — how was your week, how's your daughter… all the usual small talk that'd brought them onto a first name basis.<br/>
<br/>
And then more people filtered into the room. A woman emerged from the balcony he'd never met before, a younger frenchman he'd served before at the bar and a beautiful brunette who seemed unbothered by the scene of brutality. The furrowing of Dan's brow morphed into a frown as his darkened hues darted between the trio he didn't recognise.  <br/>
<br/>
At last, his attention settled onto Murphy — a woman who gave the impression of hardened strength, a force to be reckoned with. The injuries printed onto her face only encouraged the assumptions he'd drafted. Although, those words she muttered clung to his brain like feathers to glue. <i>Not again.</i><br/>
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"What the fuck is going on," Dan boomed, "She is right — no one touch her. No one touch the body." There didn't need to be any DNA evidence stamped onto the body <i>if there wasn't already. </i><br/>
<br/>
He ran a hand through his thick strands and exhaled deeply, "I can't remember a thing from last night." The confirmation sounded bitter, almost alike he was frustrated with himself for the sparse recollection of events the night before. This very rarely ever happened — especially when he remained sober.<br/>
<br/>
Shifting his attention over to the dark-haired woman, Dan's eyes narrowed, "Perhaps you should also point fingers at yourself instead of looking at everyone else. Need I remind you that you <i>also </i>seem to be tangled in this same bullshit?" His voice was taut and he forced himself to curb the further spilling of stressed accusations from his mouth, The matter-of-fact unbothered attitude and the way she was so quick to exclude herself from the blame had Dan on edge, and feeling suspicious.</div>
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