Megan heard the shot; against all wishes and better judgement, her eyes flew open.
She spun around in time to see Glen hit the floor. Her hands flew to her face, and she shrieked shrilly, shortly, and involuntarily. Tears sprung to her eyes, and no -- goddamnit she was supposed to be better than this, stronger than this, she wasn't supposed to cry. Glen had dug his own grave! Glen had made his own mistakes! It was Glen, it was Glen! It wasn't Megan's fault, it wasn't Megan's fault.
Except it was, they all were, every death and every friend and every bullet Megan didn't jump in front of. She'd always been the one to say she'd die for her friends, but what good were words without action? What good was saying she'd take a bullet if Glen was bleeding out on the floor, if Anthony had died alone, if April had killed and Megan had let her? What's the fucking point if Megan was just a coward in the end? A crybaby who let her friends die? What was the fucking point?!
Megan's breath was coming in sharp gasps, and she felt the tears spilling down her cheeks. Her knees felt weak, and she let them buckle for a moment, collapsing next to Glen's corpse. She wanted to grab his wound, like in movies; she wanted to cover herself in his blood like a battle flag. But he was gone, he was already gone, and there was no point in clutching at his body just to feel it get colder. She breathed out a harsh sob and shook her head. From her position on the floor, she could see Glen's gun, spun out of his grip -- but it was far, too far for her to run and grab it without Karl pulling the trigger. There was no hope.
Megan shifted her gaze to Karl, felt something in her chest boil hot and angry. She hated him. She hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone.
She hated him because he was going to be the death of her.
Slowly, she raised her hands above her head, tears still spilling down her cheeks. She had a surreal thought that she must look a mess -- she'd started the game with mascara and flatironed hair and hipster glasses, and now her hair was tangled and dirty, her makeup was smeared down her cheeks, her glasses were fogged up. One of the lenses had cracked at some point, and Megan had no idea when (although she figured it might have been when she hit the floor to duck away from April's fire). She was a wreck, a real truthful wreck. She was going to die a fucking mess.
It was sort of appropriate, all said.
Megan took another sharp breath, and let her mind race. She knew what came next. She knew she needed snappy last words. Anyone worth anything had snappy last words; Hugo, Einstein, Bell, Antoinette -- all of them had died with something brilliant or poetic or ironic on their breath. Words were all Megan had now; weaponless and weak and on her knees and waiting to die, but Megan still had language, fuck it. Megan still had words. Words could make her brave, braver than she ever was. Words could make her strong.
"Alright, fucker," she hissed through gritted teeth. She pushed herself onto her knees fully, so she was kneeling upright, towards Karl and his gun, hands still in the air. "You're gonna kill me? Do it clean." She breathed out again.
For the second time, Megan closed her eyes tight.
For the second time, Megan waited for the gunshot.
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F20-Megan Jacobson- Weapon: Helmut Von Slappenstien! (Football Helmet) and his friend Winston Choppington! (Hatchet)- Status: DECEASED - Running Out the Clock -You did good Megan. You did really, really good.- (I wanna be a lion, yeah, everybody wanna pass as cats.)
BLU1- Jaszmine Johnson - Weapon: Colt Action Army- Status: DECEASED- Metanoia- The girl who got choked to death by a snake. Jaszmine by Inky / Blue Team by LittleBoy- (You only got one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.)
BRN5- Brenda Hernandez- Weapon: Nerf Longshot- Status: DECEASED-It's Easier To Leave Than To Be Left Behind- Everything is going to be alright.- (Come on, come on, no one can see you try.)
F09: Harper Morgan- Weapon: Blacksmith Mallet- Status: DECEASED- You're Almost Human, After All- Where's my burning bush, huh?- (I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide.)
F12-Stella Barnes- Weapon: Garden Gnome - Status: DECEASED - Trial and Error- Just keep standing. - (Let them see you struggle and they're going to tear you apart.)
Live free. Die young.
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G11-Megan Jacobson- Weapon: Nikoletta Sparks, the Stun Gun.- Status: DECEASED - The Twilight of Our Youth- You know, I don't even know how to use this thing. -(I wouldn't trade one stupid decision for another five years of life.)