[[GLD4: Shawn Morrison
Continued Back From: ClusterF***
It became another one of those moments where time seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time.
They had spotted the others immediately, not a hard task, with the night slowly fading into early morning and the group already large as it was. There just was something obviously not right about everything. Mason was yelling and pointing a gun at a new comer from their school, who wasn't Madelyn. She wasn't there as he thought she would be. Instead it was... the ghost?
No, it was that artsy girl from their school. The ghost from the ski resort, covered in blood, was Nate Chauncy and she held a large gun.
Mae and Renée were trying to talk down Nate, but Mason was making it worse. He was shouting, pointing his gun and overall just scaring the visibly shaken girl.
Then Mason did the worst possible thing he could have done and fired a bullet into the air, causing practically everyone to lose their calm and when that happens, he knew from experience, like back at the hotel, that everything and everyone would get jumpy and out of control.
Shawn jumped back once he heard the first pop from Mason's gun and no sooner than five seconds later, a larger crack erupted from where Nate stood. Another pop erupted from Mason's gun and Shawn saw Renée drop to the sand.
This couldn't be happening. He pulled and lifted Sterling's Mac-10 Machine gun into the air pointed forward, as his eardrums continued to thump from the amount of bullets shot in such a short amount of time. He stepped forward to check on Renée and to push Nate away from them with his own weapon until, yet another
, shot rang out from somewhere amongst the resort beach's shacks.
His attention turned to the source of the noise where he saw Madelyn's figure standing next to a building.
Why? Why had she shot at them. How could she? And then Shawn saw Mae fall.
His eyes opened completely, just as it did the several other times he witnessed someone get shot and die in front of him.
Madelyn. Was their friend. But she hid and shot at them anyway. Because of what... Sterling?! Sure he was her team mate, but she knew nothing about the boy from the other school, he was sure of it and Mad knew them for several years now and she still chose to side with her Detroit Purple team over them? No Mae was hurt, because of her. That selfish, treacherous, bitch!
Shawn stood and unloaded a spray of gun fire from the Mac-10 Machine gun to where Madelyn stood, pure anger filling his veins.
"You run. You run bitch! You run, because the next time I see you, you're dead!"
He turned his attention to the other one, Nate. She had been the one responsible for shooting Renée and because of her Renée may have been dead.
Shawn Morrison pumped his shot gun and shot a round into the sand next to the girl.
Another pump and another shot in her general direction. Shawn was so freaking, sick of this. He'd had enough. Now he was just gonna let that anger out. In fact he'd never remembered being so angry before in his life, not since his dad passed away. Fuck being the nice guy. He had come back here to run away from death, only to come back to witness more of it. His one hope of escape in Renée loss. It wasn't fair.
Mae, she was almost done too. She had done so much for him and now she was unjustly taken away from him by someone who didn't deserve to live. Maybe he was looking at everything so wrong before. It wasn't just the Detroit kids who were problems here. It was his own classmates and friends who he had to watch out for as well, if Madelyn was any indication.
Shawn knelt near Mae and comforted her, hoping to god, that she could live through this.
"Survive this." She told him.
Yes, he would. He would make damn sure of it, but he wanted her to survive with him, with all of them - together. They were a team. They were friends. He... really liked her.
No, she wasn't going to die, she couldn't. He had saved her life before from drowning at the pool, in sickeningly enough, Madelyn's house party. That moment involved a kiss. Maybe, just maybe for some odd miracle it would work, this time too?
He bent down, felt the electric feel, from the first time and then slowly felt it melt away. He knew what that meant, he just didn't want to think it. He just closed her eyes.
Seconds later a voice filled Shawn with some hope: "Mason?"
It was Renée! She was still alive! He wasn't Mason, but Shawn and Renée were still really good friends, again after that same darn party. He quickly went over to her, ignoring everything else and watched her chest go up and down slowly, her eyes open as he concentrated his efforts there, instead of her large wound. He held one of her hands softly.
"Renée! Thank god you're still alive. Stay with me, girl! We're supposed to find a way out of here together. Just like those escapes you talked to me about back home, remember?"
Shawn kept a smile on his face for Renée's sake, knowing deep down, that she probably wasn't going to make it.