Hey everyone! Thanks for reading my stories! I have some bad news. School. Yep. School is starting on Monday which means updates less often D: My first year of high school (is terrified) anyway! Please please please please review!
Carlton sped down the free-way, siren blaring, lights flashing . Juliet's face was unreadable from her spot in the passenger seat and Gus was staring anxiously out the window from his spot in the back of Lassiter's car. Rain poured down on the windshield.
"How much longer 'til we reach Shawn?" Juliet asked, brow furrowed with concern.
Lassie briefly turned to look at her. She really cared about Shawn. Like, a lot. And as much as he hated to say it, Shawn had earned his approval.
"He said he was in this weird in-between town sort of thing. Its called Mud Cliff. I have never heard of it in my life." He focused on the road again, painfully aware of Juliet's eyes burning into his face.
"So that means it's a small town, probably up in the hills somewhere, hidden by trees!" Gus said bitterly from his spot in the back.
"He said you could see it from the highway. And plus, I think he's okay, other then having been stabbed in the shoulder."
Juliet and Gus both gasped. Then Gus asked, "Wait, what do you mean 'okay'?"
"Its just an assumption, but I think he might be alright, at least for now."
"How can you be sure?" Jules asked.
Lassie shrugged. "He asked me how my rabies treatment was coming along."
Gus and Jules chuckled.
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Shawn was cold. Oh so cold. Warm blood ran down his chest and back, in a never-ending stream, some of it dried and felt like paint. He was incredibly pale.
Sierra sat anxiously a few feet away, watching the color drain from Shawn's face. Eventually she stood up. Stripping off her outer shirt, she pushed it on Shawn's wound with more force than her small frame gave her credit for.
Shawn's eyes that he had only closed moments before flew open and he gasped. His hands instinctively shot upward and, grabbing Sierra gently, he shoved her away. She moved back toward him.
"No! Sierra! Please don't do that again!" he croaked, his body starting to shake violently. She watched, mortified, as the stain on his shirt continued to grow, and the trembling never stopping.
Suddenly the door swung open and Veronica rushed in, a gun in hand.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU HAS A PHONE?" she roared.
"Well, good morning to you too," Shawn said weakly, "What, not even a 'hello' for your favorite hostage? Did you bring me something to eat? Because if it doesn't have pineapple then, I'm not eating it. Oh, and FYI, I got blood all over your carpet because you never got me that band-aid I asked for."
Veronica strode over and hit the side of Shawn's face sharply with the gun. Shawn cried out and fell back against the wall. Veronica shoved the gun under his chin.
"You've over stayed your welcome, psychic-"
Shawn interrupted, "So, your saying I can go home?"
Veronica ground the barrel of the gun into his skin, "Now I'm going to kill you."
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Sierra remembered her cousin. Remembered the last time she saw her. Remembered the last conversation she'd had with her.
"She's going to kill me, Sierra."
Sierra sobbed, "No, no, she cant, she wont! I wont let her!"
"Yes she is Sierra," Angelina was crying now, "but listen to me, don't let her kill anyone else, its my last wish."
Sierra moaned loudly and fell into her cousins arms. They had been raised together. They were like sisters. And now Sierra was going to lose her cousin-sister.
Sierra gripped Angelina's shirt in a white-knuckle grip and Veronica came into the room, flanked by two men. One of the men grabbed Sierra roughly, while the other snatched Angelina.
"No! Angie!" Sierra screamed at the top of her lungs as the men tried to pry the two apart.
"Sierra!" Angie screamed back as Sierra's hands started slipping. They slipped all the way off and the man wrestled Angelina toward the door.
"No!" Sierra sobbed, screamed and fought.
"I love you, Sierra!" Her cousin screamed, now out of view, "Remember that! And my last wi-!" A gun fired. Blood spattered the wall in the hallway and Sierra screamed the scream of someone who had just lost their world. There was a soft thud in the hallway and Angelina fell halfway into the room, a small hole right in-between her unseeing eyes. Sierra passed out.
"It was me! I have the phone!" she yelled.
Veronica swung around and pointed the gun at her. Stalking over she snatched Sierra by the hair and flung her onto the ground. The gun cocked and Sierra waited for the blackness. Then, "SPD DROP YOUR WEAPON!"
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Shawn's head whipped around and saw Gus standing in the doorway, holding a pistol aimed directly for Veronica. Veronica's eyes widened and she slowly moved toward the ground, gun pointed at the floor. Then Veronica jerked her gun back up. A gun fired. Veronica screamed and crumpled to the floor.
Gus was staring at his gun in confusion. Unless he could fire a gun with his mind, he hadn't pulled the trigger. Whirling around, Lassiter stood behind him in the doorway, gun drawn, a small wisp of smoke lifted from the barrel, then disappeared. Carlton holstered his weapon and Juliet pushed past him.
"Oh, Shawn!" She rushed over and crouched beside the trembling man. Lassie ran over and pulled off his vest. Then pressed it on Shawn's bleeding shoulder with bone-crushing pressure.
Shawn's hands flew up and grabbed Lassie's wrists with bruising force. "Gah! Lassie! No please!" Shawn's eyes watered and he writhed in agony on the floor.
Lassie's heart twisted as he saw the pain Shawn was in, "I'm so sorry, Spencer, so damn sorry." he choked out as he pressed even harder.
"An ambulance is on its way!" Gus yelled.
"Come on, Shawn, its going to be okay now!" Jules said and held Shawn down in an attempt to keep him from hurting Lassiter or hurting himself worse.
Lassie looked up in time to see Shawn's eyes roll back and his breathing suddenly, stop.
