The angst has returned:X What does it mean for today's special Episode Finale? Find out, NOW!
Today's playlist: "Rotten Apple" by Alice in Chains, and "Fade to Black" by Metallica. My favorite songs from my all-time favorite bands.
Enjoy!
"I'll kill him."
Sam is livid. Practically fuming. Upon hearing about what Quentin did to Luna, she instantly became white knuckled.
But Luna is doing her best to contain the situation. She can't handle any more drama today- not after things have been going so well.
"…Sam, please. Just calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down, Luna! You think I was pissed when we got into that fight? Wait until you see what I do to that freak!"
"Sam- enough. Okay?" Luna sternly tells her. "You'll just make it worse if you do anything."
And Sam looks at her with a disgusted grimace. "Screw that! He put his hands on you. You should've clobbered him then and there. And if you or Mr. Andrews don't have the balls to do something about it- I will!" she swears, and she stands up to leave their table.
"Son of a-" Luna thinks, and she considers rewinding to before she told her the truth.
But despite Lisa's words of encouragement, and despite already rewinding once today, she still made a promise. One she won't break again.
She gets up and follows Sam out of the cafeteria. After Sam barges out the double doors, she points out some of the band geeks. "Hey! You guys seen that weird little Quentin kid?" They simply shake their heads.
"Sam-" Luna calls out again.
"What?! There's nothing else to say about it Luna. He's dead," she firmly states as she keeps moving forward.
"Will you just- will you just listen to me?!" Luna cries, but Sam keeps walking.
Finally, Luna decides to go back on her word. Yes, she made a promise. But Quentin is dangerous- she learned that first hand. She may have gotten away from him unscathed, but if Sam calls him out while tensions are already high, she may not be so fortunate.
So, she extends her right hand, and channels her power.
…
But nothing happens.
She concentrates as hard as she can, clenching and trying with all her might to make them work.
But it's no use. Worse yet, it hurts.
"Ahhh!" she groans, grasping her forehead.
Sam turns back, and sees her nearly fall over. She buries her hostility long enough to run to her girlfriend.
"Luna! Luna, are you alright?" she cries.
Luna looks up to her, and her nose starts pouring blood. It's much worse than any time before.
"Oh my god! Luna!" she squeals.
Luna feels her lip, and her fingertips are coated with warm maroon.
"Shit…"
Her hands are shaking, and she reaches in her pocket to get some tissues. But she stopped carrying them- an incentive to also stop rewinding.
Sam is quick to think though, and removes her blue jacket. "Here," she tells her, very well forcing her to take it and use it as a substitute.
"It's your favorite jacket?" Luna utters.
"It's just a stupid jacket," Sam argues, and she places a hand on Luna's back as she helps her move forward.
"Come on, I'm taking you the nurse."
"No- no nurse. I'll be okay," Luna tries to tell her, but she's not having it.
"You're not okay, Luna!... God, I should've known you weren't. I should've said more…" she scolds herself.
"Sam…" Luna sorrowfully says.
They make it up to the second floor, and Luna doesn't feel any more blood coming out. She releases the jacket from her face, earning her a worrisome look from Sam.
"Luna-"
"Sam, just listen to me, please," she begs, meeting her with desperate eyes.
Sam says nothing. She just waits.
"Sam… I'm sorry. I broke my promise," Luna apologizes.
She conflictingly shakes her head and shrugs. "Okay? It's no big deal. I just-"
"No, it is," Luna interrupts. "You were right. There's something wrong with me. I didn't want to admit it because I was scared, but you're right… I need help…"
She sheds a tear as Sam just looks to her with remorse.
She places a hand on her cheek. "Luna… I'm gonna help you. I don't know how, but I am. We're gonna go talk to the nurse, and we'll go from there. Okay?"
Luna just looks into her restless baby blues with her own weary brown eyes. Yes, she is afraid. She's terrified of what might happen if it turns out there's more to these nosebleeds than she cared to admit.
But Sam is afraid too. And she owes it to her to try and make things right.
"I'll talk to Lisa. She'll know what to do," Luna voices.
"…Do you promise?" Sam desperately asks.
"…I promise."
For a moment, they lose one another in each other's eyes. But eventually, Sam breaks the silence.
"I'm still taking you to the nurse."
Luna doesn't say anything. She just relents, and follows her through the empty hall.
They turn around the bend by Luna's locker, and find something disheartening before them.
It's Mr. Andrews, and he's cleaning out his classroom with Vice Principal Jones.
They make their way over to them with doe-eyed faces. He briefly glances to them with teary eyes, but he forces himself to look away. Mr. Jones just looks to them with melancholy eyes, then down to the floor.
"What's going on?" Sam asks them.
They don't answer, and Mr. Andrews just keeps packing up.
"Mr. Andrews" she follows up, and Luna rests her hand on her shoulder.
"…Mr. Andrews has asked to resign," Mr. Jones sullenly reveals.
Sam's jaw drops, and Luna's heart sinks. She knows why.
"Why?" Sam anxiously asks.
"Girls- please…" Mr. Andrews simply says, still avoiding eye contact.
Sam looks to Luna, and she just frowns. "Let's go, Sam…"
She turns her attention back to Mr. Andrews. After a moment to think it over, she speaks up.
"No."
Mr. Jones perks up, and Mr. Andrews does his best to act like he's unperturbed.
"Sam-" Luna says.
"Bullshit, Luna!" she curses, earning her a firm "Hey," from Mr. Jones.
"No! After everything you've done for us- why? Why are you leaving?!" she cries.
Finally, he turns to face them. After a moment of careful consideration, he finally responds.
"…I messed up Sam. I did something no teacher should ever do in an academic environment, and I need to answer for it."
She deflates as the words sink in, and Luna's anguish shows as well.
"I'm sorry," he simply says, and he goes back to packing up.
…
Suddenly, from the other end of the hall, Hank and Hawk come frantically running.
"Hey! Stop right there!" Mr. Jones sternly yells to them.
"He's got a gun!" Hawk yells.
Luna's heart flutters. "Gun?"
"What?" Mr. Jones manages to get out.
"He's got a freaking gun, dude!" Hawk reiterates, turning back to see if he is behind them.
"I'm getting out of here!" Hank exclaims, and the two boys go back to running.
"Hey! Get back here!" Mr. Jones tries to order, but they don't listen.
Sam and Luna worriedly look to one another.
Then, they hear footsteps.
They all look to the end of the hallway, and see Quentin methodically, grudgingly walking towards them. He's quivering with anger.
And in his hand, is a pistol.
He gradually approaches, and Mr. Jones cautiously throws his hands up.
"Listen, son… Take it easy…"
He raises the gun, and aims it at them.
"Son-" Mr. Jones tries to say, but he's cut off.
"Shut up!" Quentin yells.
Sam starts shaking, and she grabs Luna by the hand. She starts to cry.
Quentin looks at each of them individually, before finally turning his attention to Luna.
She looks at him as her face turns pale, and overwhelming fear paralyzes her.
He aims the gun directly at her.
"You…"
Luna starts crying now too.
"You lied to me… You tricked me… You made me think you cared, but you never did… You're just like everyone else!"
"Leave her alone!" Sam desperately blurts out through her tears.
"Be quiet!" he barks back.
"You all think I'm some freak huh? Some loser? Someone you can laugh at?... Well… Who's laughing now?!"
"Quentin… Put the gun down… Please…" Mr. Andrews calmly says.
"Why? So you can attack me again?!"
"…I'm sorry Quentin… That wasn't right. I know that now… Just- please… You don't wanna do this…"
"Oh that's where you're wrong, old man," he says, cocking the gun.
Sam can't help but squeal.
Quentin actually smiles at this.
"You're afraid… Good. You should be…"
"See, I want to do this. I really, really- want to do this…"
He stops breathing, and he stops shaking. He looks to Sam with intent.
…
"Run!" Mr. Andrews yells, and he shoves the girls out of the way.
BANG!
…
They turn to see Mr. Andrews clenching his chest, and falling to the floor.
"No!" Luna cries.
It just happened. Mr. Andrews was shot.
They look to his dwindling body, then back to the shooter.
He looks at his victim with cold apathy, then back to the girls and the Principal.
"Go girls, go!" Jones orders them, still standing firm in his spot.
It takes a moment for them to receive the message, but they snap themselves out of their daze and start running for the annexing hallway.
As they make it halfway through, they can hear the man groaning, then…
BANG!
"Oh my god! Luna!" Sam cries.
"Just keep going!" she yells.
They do, but Luna stumbles. Her head is so heavy, and everything is so cloudy.
"Luna!" Sam cries again, maneuvering the girl to lean on her. "Come on! I've got you, I've got you-"
They come around the next bend.
And Quentin runs from around to catch them head on.
They stop in their tracks and fearfully look into his unforgiving eyes.
He slowly raises his gun up.
"No! Please!" Sam sobs.
"It's too late for that…" he coldly tells them, cocking the pistol.
…
Everything becomes so hazy. There's a throbbing in her head, and her heart is racing faster than ever before.
Luna feels this invigorating surge of power coursing through her veins, and it's too much to resist.
She throws up her right hand, and screams.
"AHHHHHH!"
A familiar, strange expulsion of purple static conjures from her fingers, and forms a rift before them.
Sam's jaw drops, and her eyes widen. The same happens for Quentin.
"Oh my god…" he musters out.
Luna sees it, and looks into its boundless center. It beckons to her.
"…Sam… Go!" she cries.
Sam looks to her with desperation. "What?!"
"Just- go!" she yells again, and she uses what strength she has left to push herself- and Sam, into the portal.
