In a millisecond everything fell into a deep pit of insanity. Sandra lunged out, her eyes full of hatred and locked on Andorra. For some unknown reason, Andorra stalled. Perhaps it was the shock that the obsession of being with one of the only men on the entire planet would not only lead to Sandra Flink having killed Miss Granger, but also lead to an attempt to kill Andorra. Finally, instinct kicked in and Andorra crouched in a defensive position to better fend off Sandra. She was bent down to where her stomach was shielded by her knees, and she had a hand reaching down to her pocket for her gun, and the other shielding her face.

However, this proved inefficient as the now crazed Sandra knocked Andorra onto the ground. For a minute, Andorra saw stars and was at a loss as to what was happening. Then everything kicked back into perspective as, suddenly, Aeron was launching himself towards them. Andorra was about to get up when suddenly, two loud shots rang through her ears. She was momentarily deafened save for a high-pitched ringing. She glanced around in a confused manner before a heavy weight flattened her to the ground. She felt warm blood trickle over shoulder, knowing it wasn't her own, and then Aeron was right in front of her face, helping her back to her feet.

Andorra let herself be pulled up by the tall male, her hand feeling like a child's in his. She looked up at him, something which usually didn't happen due to her tall height, a thousand emotions playing through her eyes. Gratefulness... Confusion... Shock... Her blue eyes clouded for a second as she gathered herself. As she opened her mouth to speak, the handsome man who had just saved her life was apologizing and walking away.

Mouth agape, Andorra watched as he began to walk away. Andorra knew it would be her only chance to thank him before the swarm of fan girl's gobbled him up, and she did a quick jog towards him. She stopped straight in front of him, blocking him from moving past her.

"I... Well, thank you. If it hadn't been for you, I'd be dead or seriously injured. I stalled, I don't know why, but you killed her before she could attack me. Thank you," she said quickly, finally getting the words out. The rest of the court room, along with every other human in it, seemed frozen in time. It was probably because they were watching the scene before them with much intensity, but Andorra blocked that out. Her bright blue eyes stared up in his, and with a lean, long hand, Andorra brushed her bangs to the side. She felt a warm spot on her shoulder, and glanced at, before looking back up at Aeron. Her left shoulder was partially covered in the deceased Sandra Flink's blood, put for some insane reason that didn't bother Andorra at the moment. It wasn't a pressing matter, but this seemed to be.

A replay of the last five minutes played out in Andorra's head; Sandra's suddenly changing of personality, her crazed attack which had left Andorra stunned, Aeron's quick movements which saved her. The thought of her possibly being dead, had Aeron not reacted so quickly, made Andorra shudder, a rare movement for her.


Driving through the town, Blake was blind-sided as he passed the court. He remembered about the woman being tried for killing her friend over him. The thought sickened him on so many levels. He pulled over to the side of the road, watching the Court House with curious green eyes. A large movement from one of the window's caught his eye, and he watched closely. A feminine figure launching herself from a table to another woman standing, and then a male shadow darting across the table as well.

Before Blake could further contemplate the scenario playing out in shadows in the window he focused so intently on, two muffled bangs traveled to his ears. It was, unmistakably, the sound of a gun going off twice. Acting on pure instinct, Blake grabbed his spare pistol from the glove box compartment on the passenger side, and darted into the Court House. He pressed up against a wall closest to the door of the room he had heard the gun shot coming from. There was less commotion now. The room seemed dead silent save for two voice, that of a female's and that of a male's. His curiosity got the better of him and he glanced into the room through the crack between the door's. From a limited view point, all Blake could make out was two figures talking.

Blake debated going in, but decided against it. He didn't want to make more of the scene then there already had been, so he put his gun in a side holster on his belt and walked back out to his car. Thankfully, no one had noticed him entering and exiting the building. As he reached his car, he realized he had locked his keys in it. Swearing loud enough for any passerby to hear, he yanked on the door handle. Reaching into his pocket for his cell phone to call Triple A, he realized that was in the car too.

"Great."

[[Haha, I actually loved it. I read it from my iPod late last night and was pissed I couldn't reply. Sorry for the randomness in Blake's character, I just felt bad for not using him, lol.]]