This is merely a prologue, my dear friends.
Jason Dean stared at Veronica.
She stared back.
The silence hung heavily in the air. He took a step forward and held back the lump in his throat as Veronica scrambled away from him. In her arms was a bomb, made by himself, of course. "Veronica," he grunted. The wound in the side of his torso made it especially painful and hard to move. "Get away from me, you monster!" Veronica yelled back. The harshness of her statement hit JD full force. He winced as Veronica fell on her back. I have to make this right, he thought.
"Veronica, I..." JD sighed. He didn't even know how to start. His lips trembled as he spoke.
"I am damaged."
Veronica looked at him, a shocked expression on her grimy face. "What..?" she asked. JD simply smiled a broken smile. In a few quick steps, he had closed the distance between them. Veronica's breathing became short and panicked. JD slowed down to a stop. He made sure to look her dead in the eye with as much regret as his current self loathing. Needless to say, the regret rolled off of him in waves. Veronica's shoulders slowly relaxed as JD came closer, her breathing also becoming more calm. JD saw that as his chance to speak.
"I am damaged, far too damaged
But you're not beyond repair.
Stick around here, make things better
'Cuz you beat me fair and square."
JD took the bomb from Veronica. He held his hand out to her, though she took it with some hesitation. He pulled her up from the ground.
"Please stand back now.
Little further
Don't know what this thing will do."
Veronica's expression changed from shocked to perplexed. JD held back his tears.
"Hope you'll miss me
Wish you'd kiss me
Then you'd know I worship you
I'll trade my life for yours."
JD felt something cold and wet trail down his cheek. Veronica looked on in horror. As realization dawned on her, JD found himself unable to look at her face, ting instead to turn away from her.
"Oh my God..." Veronica whispered.
"And once I disappear-"
She took a step forward, her face twisted in a desperate plea.
"Wait, hold on-"
Fat streams of tears rolled down JD's cheeks.
"Clean up the mess down here!"
"Not this way!"
JD gathered the courage to look at Veronica. He turned to her, not expecting to see her tear stained face. He smiled as (what he hoped was) a form of comfort. Veronica's knees buckled as JD spoke his very last words.
"Our love is God
Our love is God
Our love is God
Our love is God."
Veronica looked away, her heart broken as she said her farewell. "Say hi to God," she said. JD looked at her with such gratefulness. The bomb counted down to zero.
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"Err, aren't you supposed to be blowing up right about now?" Veronica asked. JD looked just as confused as Veronica felt. "Guys?" JD called. The stage lights dimmed as the room lights were turned on. JD's actor looked at the director, who shrugged back at him. "What happened, team?" the director asked. The technicians looked away sheepishly. "Umm, we kind of had a technical difficulty," one of them answered. The director ran a hand down his face. "Boy, oh boy," he mumbled. JD's actor sighed as Veronica's actor chuckled tiredly. "Well, boss?" she asked. The director shook his head.
"Cut!"
Haha, so I won't be using the actual actors for this story. To clear some things up, here are the characters:
Veronica - Betty
JD - Kevin
Heather C. - Hailey
Heather D. - Joann
Heather M. - Mary
Kurt - Joshua
Ram - Robert
Martha - Lilith
Ms. Fleming - Aurora
