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Two women looking out at the shadows, their eyes once covered by vermillion screams. One's shocked, the other dead. "Got Zero Tolerence, honey?". The girl dragged the cigarette across her face again, feeling the traces along the skin. "Way I see it, we were both fucked. The only difference now is that I'm one who can still fuck back." She laughed at her crude little joke, swearing she heard an audience of stars laughing along. But then she pulled back and looked at her self, realizing that her leg too, was no longer there. It's about that time that she pulled .54 Desert Eagle and shot herself halfway before it even reached her head. It was then the lights started to fade out on the stage.