Disclaimer= I do not own Degrassi.
A/N= This story has me trying my hand at writing about something that does not deal primarily with romance, as most of my fanfics deal with. I'll reveal more as new chapters get posted.
"You were the one behind my tarring… how can you fucking do that to me?" Jimmy Brooks was staring down the barrel of a chrome-colored gun Rick Murray was toting, aiming at his head and increasingly itchy to pull the trigger to blast a hole through his head. The sweat was dripping from his temples; the heart was pumping abnormally, causing his breathing to become labored. What was worse was that his mind was flashing through all the good times he had in his life, times that included kissing Hazel for the first time on the roof, a gesture that confessed his feelings for her, feelings that she returned with just as much meaning. Other remembrances included the talent show from way back when, a show that had Jimmy dancing like the great MJ, moon-walking his way to splitpantsville and the good times with Ashley Kerwin, times that had him standing by her side when she went through her "dark phase." Why would these positive times be considered bad at this particular moment? When someone has flashbacks like this, it usually means that they are going to die soon; but Jimmy did not want to die at this present time. An attempt to talk his way out of impending doom with an already 'gone'
person would only be futile in trying. He decided to give it a try anyways.
"For the last time man, I had NOTHING,"
"Lies. I overheard… HEY!" Jimmy made a dash for the exit, but didn't make it. Rick's hold of the gun was trembling and despite the continued wavering of the object, he still managed to get a shot off, causing Jimmy to yell in agony and drop to the floor. His status uncertain, mayhem ensued and soon after Rick was facing Emma, Sean and Toby.
"You three stay RIGHT where you fucking are." All three froze in obedience as Rick closed the distance between him and them. Unable to move a step due to every facet of their respective bodies shutting down from fear, Rick stopped at an intimate distance from Emma.
"I thought you like me Emma," In a quiet voice, she reminded him of what she said before. "I don't think of you like that,"
"BullSHIT. You protected me from that bitch Alex Nunez," Rick smiled creepily, further sinking his twisted gaze into Emma's soul, causing her to clutch her chest, "Why the hell do you care so much about what other people think? Their opinions do not matter when you are with someone you care,"
"Will you cut the crap Rick! Stop with this, can you not get it through your head that I never once felt anything for you? I led you on, many more women will do this to you, I'm not the only one,"
"Wrong again bitch, you will be the one that ends the cycle for me." Rick focused his gun at Emma's face, but Sean managed to get in between Emma and Rick, instinctively putting his hand up to cease the firing of the gun.
"You don't need to do this man, it's not worth it." Sean kept talking, making Rick grow increasingly furious until he couldn't take it, raising his gun but having Sean wrestling with him for it.
"Stop it!" Toby's pleas were for naught as the gun went off, causing Rick to take a step back; however, it was that one single step back that caused him to wail a blood-curling scream when he looked at his foot, which seemed dismembered, pieces of flesh, shoe, nail, skin and bone blowing out of place to reveal a hole big enough to spray blood out of. The loss of blood eventually caused Rick to pass out, face growing increasingly pale as the blood mounted and formed a crimson silhouette around his body.
[Some years later…]
"I trusted you. I trusted all of you." The way Principal Simpson said these words made the students feel bad, especially Eli and Clare, who both felt responsible about what happened. Eli was the first to speak; words coming from the mouth of a man Clare had zero interest in hearing from at the time.
"You are definitely right about changes, starting with the termination of our relationship." Clare's statement did not seem to register with Eli, who was taken aback with this startling news.
"Are you seriously breaking up with me now?" Clare nodded yes, talking about how Eli lived his life too recklessly for her to tolerate.
"We ju-just got together. You and I are perfect for each other,"
"No we aren't. I'm not saying anything else because you and I are DONE." Eli's emotions were out of sorts, causing him to say some non-understandable drabble to Clare, Simpson, and everyone else. The police were heading towards him, but he turned around and sprinted off, busting a couple of tail lights with a crowbar he pulled out of nowhere.
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Eli was wheezing as he collapsed in the middle of the woods, unable to move another muscle due to exhaustion from running and punching trees. The authorities were hard to evade, but Eli knew the woods well, so making bogus trails was simple for him.
"How can she do this to me? Did she not know that she made me the happiest man in the ENTIRE fucking world? Does she know how effective her timing was when dumping me?" So many questions needed to be asked, but Eli was in no condition to ask them and even if he was, it took a backseat as the sound of boots and crunchy leaves were made. Eli was rendered useless because of his exhaustion, unable to move a muscle.
"If you have a gun with you, please finish the job."
"Dumbass, I'm not going to kill you…"
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Who was this mysterious person that assured Eli that his life would not be taken? Next chapter: early conspiring with Eli and this mystery person, which will involve…?
A/N= I realize that what I wrote about in this prologue did not happen in the show. The different telling of these events serves my brewing plot. I'm anxious to hear your thoughts on this story so far in a review.