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Sacrifice
Chapter 7
By Blue Scrubs
"Stop stalling," Chuck yelled and turned his gun to Chad, "Do it, or I'm going to shoot him, and this time I'll kill him."
"Chuck, no," Julie breathed as she walked closer to where Chuck, Sonny and Frank were standing. "Please don't do this."
Chuck gritted his teeth. "Shut up, Julie."
Sonny tightened her hold on the gun and turned her head to briefly look at Chuck. Chuck's face was red with anger, while his eyes showed his annoyance. His gun pointed at Chad's chest and he stared at Sonny almost willing her to challenge him. She looked back at Pete, who now had his eyes closed, accepting his fate. Sonny placed her finger on the trigger and breathed. Not once in her life did she think she would fire a gun let alone hold one, but she had no choice. Sonny aimed the gun at Pete's thigh.
Chuck looked at Sonny's aim and frowned. "Frank, go help her with her aim."
Frank moved towards Sonny and placed his hands on her arms, pulling them upwards. Frank held her arms in place. The gun now trained on Pete's chest.
"No more tricks, sweetheart," Chuck smiled, "Now, do it."
Sonny's arms shook. Her plan was ruined. It all felt so wrong, so surreal. She wasn't supposed to kill someone. This wasn't who she was.
"Shoot him, or I swear to God, I will kill him." Chuck yelled as the sound of the sirens grew louder.
Sonny remained still, her body paralyzed with fear.
Chuck looked out the door, past the glass walls and to the window, to see the red and blue flashing lights getting closer. He looked back at Sonny, his body pumping adrenaline. "Do you want him to die? Or, do you want him to live? It's simple, really. Your choice."
"How do I know you won't shoot him anyway?" Sonny asked; her voice laced with fear.
Chuck laughed. "You have to trust me."
Sonny shook her head. "How can I trust you?"
"How about this," Chuck reasoned, "If I shoot him, you can shoot me."
Sonny hesitated, every muscle in her body tense. "I don't know."
Chuck watched through the distant window, as the police cars grew closer, he didn't have any time left. The game was almost over. "Either you shoot Pete, or lover boy dies. There is no deal. You either do this, or he's dead."
Sonny swallowed. A drop of sweat slid down her temple. She had stalled as long as she could in hope that the police would arrive before she had to fire the gun, but it was time. She didn't have a choice anymore. She had to save Chad. A lone tear fell from her eye. She looked at Pete, refusing to make eye contact, and then pulled the trigger.
Sonny's body swayed backwards from the force of the bullet exiting the gun. She watched in horror as the bullet entered Pete's chest, sending him falling to the floor. Blood spilled from his chest and began to leave a puddle on the floor.
Julie's scream filled the air as she ran towards Pete, and Sonny dropped her head in shame. She had killed the man that Julie loved. She dropped the gun from her hands and it fell to the ground with a loud clunk. Tears fell rapidly from her eyes. Frank let go of his hold on Sonny's arms, allowing her body to crumble to the ground, her body shaking from her sobs.
Chuck bent over and picked the gun up off the ground and placed a hand on Sonny's shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Told you I wouldn't shoot him."
Sonny shrugged Chuck's hand off of her shoulder. "Don't touch me."
She looked towards Julie, who was kneeling next to Pete, and began to crawl her way over towards them. She placed her hand on Pete's neck and felt for a pulse, but her fingers didn't feel a thing. Sonny withdrew her fingers and looked at Julie. "I'm so sorry."
Julie stood up abruptly and walked away, leaving Sonny alone with the man that she had killed. Warmth spread into her mouth and she knew what was coming. She turned her mouth away from Pete's body just in time for vomit to spill out of her mouth. Every last thing emptied from her body until there was nothing left. She turned her head away from the vomit and saw Chad. He was pale and lifeless on the floor. She pushed her body up from the floor and walked numbly over towards him.
She dropped to her knees before him and saw his blue eyes looking into hers. "I killed someone."
Chad grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. He didn't know what to say to her. This was uncharted territory for him. So, he said the only thing he knew was true. "I love you."
"I killed someone, Chad." Sonny frowned.
"I know," Chad whispered, "and I still love you."
Sonny let her eyes graze over Chad's body. He was continuing to lose color by the minute. The bleeding had stopped, but he needed to get to the hospital. "Chuck, please. Let us go now. I did what you wanted. Let us go."
"I don't think so," Chuck laughed.
"Chuck," Sonny screamed, "just let us go!"
Chuck handed Frank back his gun and made his way towards Sonny. "Why should I let you go? You've proved to be a good shot. I might need you."
"Please, let us go," Sonny begged, "I did what you asked. I killed him. He's fucking dead. Let us go."
Chad looked at Sonny, concerned. He had never seen her like this. She looked so shaken and scared, so trapped in her own body. He placed a hand on her arm. "Sonny."
Chuck looked at Sonny, a smile falling upon his face. "You're too pretty to let go."
Sonny jumped up and walked towards Chuck, meeting him face to face. "Let. Us. Go."
Chuck grabbed Sonny's arms and shook her hard. "You aren't going anywhere. So, sit down."
She ripped her arms away from Chuck's hands and slapped him, hard. "Go to hell."
Frank moved over towards Chuck and pointed his gun at Sonny. "You better sit down."
Sonny backed away from Chuck and Frank. Her body shaking in realization of what she had just done. Her body slumped against Chad's and she breathed heavily.
Chad placed his good hand on Sonny's back. "Breathe."
"I can't," Sonny gasped, "What did I do?"
"It's going to be okay," Chad said as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.
Sonny shook her head. "I shot someone. I killed a man."
Chad continued to stroke her back. He knew that she was in shock. He knew that nothing he said would make her feel better, that this was something she would have to work through on her own. There were no words that could take away her pain.
The sound of screeching tires and sirens befell the the hollowed place. The police had made their way into the Media Center, guns cocked and approaching the room slowly. One police officer stayed behind and picked up the bullhorn. It was time to negotiate.
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--Blue Scrubs