Jay couldn't believe the balls on the kid. He wasn't going to let it go. He wasn't going to turn tail, run off into the woods. It wasn't going to be a picture perfect storybook ending, unless he acted.
He was trying, so hard. But he couldn't think. He couldn't think of anything. The boy wasn't budging. Janet wasn't budging. And despite a gun just a few inches away, Jay wasn't afraid. He was terrified, yes. But not for himself. He was trying at least.
But that doesn't count for anything, it never did. Who gives a fuck if I gave it my best, we're still all fucked in the ass at the end of the day! Just calm down Jay, just think. Get him out of here or else- or else-
But there was nothing. He wanted to cry. He might HAVE been crying in fact. He had no idea what to do, his last desperate plan had failed him. His gun hung limp at his side, his eyes widened darting back and forth between the others. Someone was going to die, and it was going to be his fault.
And then silence was ripped apart.
The boy's gun was up, and Janet's wiped the hockey stick down, catching him on the elbow. The shot went wide. Jay began screaming, dropping his gun to the forest floor.
The gun came around again, another explosion deafening him. He flinched back, his hands going to his ears, his fingers yanking his toque down over them. Another miss. The stick came down again, catching the boy in the face. His jaw twisted unnaturally and Jay felt his guts churn.
OH HOLY FUCK NO.
But the boy wasn't finished. With one last surge he propelled himself up, pointing the gun directly at Janet-
NO NO NO
There was a click. Empty. The hockey stick came down, colliding with the side of the boys' head. He collapsed in a heap, still and silent forever more. And then Janet took a step forward, raising the stick again. Jay's face drained of all color. He reached out, desperately, his voice high, riddled with emotion.
"Janet- Janet NO!"
But it was no use. She brought down the stick, again and again, over and over, down on what had once been the boy's head. And Jay couldn't do anything except watch. Stand there, his hands on his head, struggling to keep his lunch down. It was horrific, the most terrifying thing he'd ever witnessed. Worse then back at the fair, worse then Maria. They'd been already dead. But now the boy- he hadn't even learned his name. He was gone, right in front of him. And he'd watched.
He'd shot him.
This can't be fucking happening, this can't be fucking happening!
Jay became aware that Janet had stopped, dropping the stick to the ground. The blonde haired beauty stepped back, clutching her shoulder. She'd been shot. Jay's wide eyes flickered back from her to what had once been a boy. His mouth hung open, his hands still on his head, his toque now off. He ran his hands through his tangled brown hair pulling at it in desperation. One of the bullets had hit her after all. But she wasn't crying, no. Janet bent down, scrambling to find a medkit- yelling for assistance.
Jay hesitated, his eyes flickering back and forth between the pair, shakes running through his body.
Holy fuck. That's going to be me. If I'm not careful, if I-... That coulda' been me. He coulda' gotten both of us, by the tree. Now he's dead, but we're still alive. Jesus fuck. That's gonna be me if I don't smarten up. Back at the fair, I was panicking, Teo coulda' shot me. He had a gun too, but look at what happened...
"Janet... Janet, oh my God. What have you done?" He finally managed to say, through chattering teeth. "Jesus fuck. He's dead. He's not getting up again. Janet, holy fuck. Why didn't he listen? I told him to run."
Jay turned towards Janet, face white with fear, fingers pulling at his hair. He blinked, struggling hard to keep back tears.
Oh my God. I'm a murderer. I said it was easy before- I- oh my God, I'm going to hell. Jesus, I just stood there. I just stood there and watched, he was sick he- he didn't listen, it's not a joke it's...
"I told him to run, and he tried to kill us. He tried to KILL us! You heard me right? I told him to run and he- Holy fuck! Holy FUCK! He's dead! You killed him, just like that!"
It was surreal. His heart was pounding, his brain was firing every which way, his thoughts scattered. Jay felt as if he was falling apart at the seams.
Can't play the game, don't want to die, don't deserve to live, don't wanna die, can't be serious and I can't play the game and I couldn't fucking thing and now he's fucking dead all because I SHOT HIM.
--> "Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I'm calling bullshit." --> Cicada Nights
Mikko "Mike" Korhonen
--> "Interesting, very interesting!" --> A Casual Question
V4 / Mini's
- [+] Spoiler
Jay Holland > "If I just smile, I guess they'll think it's all okay." ESCAPED
Jimmy Brennan > H&K CAWS (12 gauge) > "Step through that door and underestimate me, just like all the rest!" > PLACED: 22 / 276
Roland Harte > Kris > " This is, for all intents and purposes, my war now." > PLACED: 150 / 276
Orn "Dutchy" Ayers > Harpoon > "I fell in a puddle..." > PLACED: 98 / 276
Abby Erickson > Claw Hammer > "I get tired easy, so maybe the big sleep would be good for me." PLACED: 27 / 53
Brett Torres > Raven Arms MP-25 (.25) [x4 clips (6 round capacity)] 17/24 /// Stoner 63 (5.56x45mm) [(150 rounds per Drum)] 300/300 > "Bloodthirsty little bunch, ain't we?"
Jonas Jeffries > PINK TEAM > MAC-10 [x8 clips (30 Round Capacity)] 30/30 > " 'ow doo I make the muggafuggin' kh-chg noibs?!" PLACED: 31 / 66
wrote:"My dick did the Mexican Hat Dance and I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape." - Casey
NOTE TO SELF: Burns on the left side. LEFT SIDE.