Maddie Harris. It wasn't right. It wasn't right
and it hurt Megan to see it. Maddie Harris wasn't a killer. She was an artist. She was just a kid, they were all just kids, but Maddie...Maddie was someone Megan would have never pegged as a monster. And yet there she was, gun toting, wild-eyed, crazy as could be. Megan felt like a three year old checking under her bed for monsters- yes that pile of laundry (or Maddie Harris) looked really bad and scary, but give your eyes a second to adjust and it turns out that it's not a monster, or a killer, but just a pile of laundry. Harmless.
But then she spoke, and Megan realized two things. The first was that Maddie Harris was anything but harmless. She was going to kill them without batting an eye if she got the chance. The second was the ultimate flaw of hiding. Maddie had probably heard them talking. And their hiding spots weren't ideal. Megan wished she hadn't opened her mouth, wished she would have just grabbed both of her friends and run when she had the chance. But that was five minutes ago. The chance was gone.
"Excuse me, I see you there. Hiding girl." Megan felt her breath catch. No, she could see Maddie, Maddie wasn't looking at her, right? Oh fuck. Oh-
Megan should have been breathing a sigh of relief, but really everything got worse. Causing her own death, Megan could probably deal with. And in the end, she and St. Peter would have a good chuckle at the dramatic irony of it all. But causing Abby's death? No. No Megan couldn't do that, she couldn't fuck up like that, not like she'd fucked up with Chris and Wendy. She wasn't doing it again.
Megan watched with wide-eyed horror as Maddie pulled Abby out of hiding. She clamped her hands around Helmut Von Slappenstien, ready to swing at Maddie. A football helmet probably hurt like fucking hell to get hit with, and if Megan aimed right for the head then Maddie would drop the gun, Megan would grab Abby, scream for Brendon, and they'd run like fucking hell until their feet were bleeding and they were hacking up lungs.
Of course, the issue was that it was Hemlut Von Slappenstien vs Big Ol' Muthahfuckin Gun, and Megan was pretty much paralyzed at the moment. She couldn't die rescuing Abby, at least not before she'd actually succeeded in the whole rescuing part. If she ran at Maddie right now, Maddie would probably shoot Megan in the face, shoot Abby as the Asian girl tried to scramble away, and shoot Brendon as he came in to save them both. Bad. Very bad.
Megan clutched Helmut so tight that her nails started digging into her palms. She just needed to wait for the right moment to-
The shot was so loud, so sudden, that Megan jumped, smacking her head into the top of the cupboard or whatever she was in. Her head spun, the force of hitting it sending spots into Megan's vision. Dazedly, she saw Abby crumple to the ground. Megan clutched her head and the steadily growing bump on it and shut her eyes. Everything was spinning. She couldn't think straight, that was all. Abby was crawling away, Brendon was-
Screaming. Brendon was screaming. No. Bad sign. Very bad sign. Megan opened her eyes again. Tears clouded her vision, but she blinked them away, straining to keep the swerving world steady. Abby was on the ground. Motionless. And wrong, so very, very wrong.
Abby had said Rena looked like she was sleeping, but there was a giant fucking hole in Abby's head and it didn't look like she was sleeping at all. She looked dead. She looked cold, and empty, and dead, fucking fucking fucking dead.
Brendon had rushed Maddie, and Megan felt fear creep through every part of her. Maddie had a gun, and what the fuck did Brendon have? Fucking boxing gloves? He was gonna die, and that'd be the...forth person Megan let down. No. Not happening. Fuck his hero shit, sometimes the heroes had to run.
"Brendon! Brendon!" Megan tore herself out of her hiding spot, rushing towards Maddie and Brendon. "Fucking Christ stop! Stop!" She was screaming, running faster then she'd ever run before. She grabbed Brendon's wrist, like Brendon had grabbed her hand back at the Garage, and she tugged him away from Maddie.
If it was a movie, Megan would have stopped and looked Brendon straight in the eyes. They would have seen the sadness they both felt, and they would have broken down in each others arms. Maddie would have been knocked out for just long enough that Megan and Brendon could walk over and shut Abby's eyes. Long enough that Megan could take Abby's gloves from the girl and put them on herself, carrying a bit of her fallen comrade as long as she could. If it was a movie, Megan and Brendon both would have lived to the end, would have done the right thing. If it was a movie, then Abby would have gotten the glorious sendoff she deserved.
But movies weren't real, and Megan knew better. They didn't even have the time to glance back and see Abby's body one last time. They only had time to run, and so Megan did that, pulling Brendon behind her.
In her head, Megan was making a list. Maddie Harris, you have made it to the top of my Shit List Hit List. You and John Fucking Ferrera. I hope you die the most miserable, painful death imaginable, and I hope that I'm there to see it, you insane fucker.
Her lungs burned. Her feet hurt. She wasn't fucking stopping, not until she'd fainted. She had to do this for Abby, right? Wasn't what that whole talk was about? She had to fight till the end, but she couldn't be afraid of death, because it would be okay. Abby was trying to tell her that. It was coming together in Megan's head, the Program, her friends, her life, death- it was all starting to make sense. And yeah, it took losing some friends, and some overdramatic speeches, and a villain or two for Megan to get it, but at least maybe Abby died with some clarity. And at least maybe Megan could do out the same way.
A small smile spread across her lips. Sometimes all it took was befriending an Asian girl to make the whole world make sense. Abby was gone, but there was no way in hell Megan would ever forget her. Thanks Abby. Thanks so much. You...you were really cool. I'll miss you. More then you know.
((Megan Jacobson and Brendon Arrington continued in I'm Younger Than That Now