Chapter 5: Escape
Just like with Ginger, Mary felt the muscles in her body tense up before all feeling ceased. Her eyes remained open as she fell sideways. Sam prevented her head hitting the wood floor and then he and Bridget watched her intently. Ginger kept her seat at the table, watching, but showing little concern. She could not bring herself to sympathize just yet.
Mary did not move for a minute, did not even appear to be breathing, then, very suddenly, she jerked back into life. "Whoa," she said, lifting herself back up.
"Do you feel any different?" Bridget asked.
"A little less ready to kick her ass, but that might just be tiredness," Mary said quietly so Ginger would not hear. She was unsuccessful, but Ginger let it go, or at least dug her nails into the tabletop instead of charging at Mary. "I'm groggy. Sleep would rock."
"Here," Sam stood up and held out his left hand to her. She took it, allowed him to pull her up then looked at him peculiarly. "What?" Bridget had stood up too, beside them.
"You're not left-handed," Mary said. Then she looked down at his right arm, which he was still holding close to his body. Carefully, she extended that arm and rolled up the sleeve. She could see the imprints of fingers in his arm, they were bruised heavily and bones seemed to be damaged though they also seemed to be almost healed. The werewolf venom dealt with the most serious injuries first, Sam's arm, Mary's shoulder/neck, Bridget's hand and the marks in Ginger's neck would be the first things to heal.
Sam looked at her, waiting, for what he wasn't sure. Mary felt that odd sensation in her stomach that she had tried so hard to repress for the past twelve months, but this time there was a reason for it, and where there was logical reason with an idea to act, why should nothing be done? "You!" she shouted at Ginger. "What the hell did you do!" She started toward her.
"Mary don't," Sam said, but not loudly she felt Bridget's arm around her chest before she could move close enough to Ginger to strike her. Mary stopped moving and Bridget let her go. "Not now okay. Shit happens." She looked at him, annoyed that he would brush this injury off as nothing and surprised that Bridget would still protect her sister. Ginger had hurt Sam, and Mary and no doubt would have hurt Bridget if Mary hadn't been in the way.
Sam put a hand on the back of her neck and brought her forehead in to touch his. "She was crazy," Mary's eyes met his, but moved back to look at Ginger as he spoke. He took his hand off her neck and clicked his fingers in her face, regaining her attention, which made her smile, recalling memories she didn't know she still had. He grinned too. "Come on," he said and they walked out of the kitchen into the living room.
"Stay here Bee," Ginger's voice from the dining room, but Bridget followed Mary and Sam and sat down beside them. Ginger sighed, rolled her eyes and followed.
"Here," Mary said to Bridget who handed her the cover of the needle. "Have you got it or do you want Sam to do it. He's the pro." Bridget looked up at her, her face characteristically blank.
"Sure, just volunteer me for the junkie shit," but he moved over to see Bridget's arm. Ginger was standing over his shoulder.
"Well I could but she'd be pissed," she referred to Ginger as she put an arm across Bridget, preventing her from falling off the couch, and earning two 'what the hell?' looks, one from Bridget, and the other (though Mary could not see it) from Ginger.
"Unless you want to fall to the floor," Mary said letting her go. Bridget rolled her eyes and Mary put her arm back. A few seconds later, Mary felt Bridget go limp and she stood up pushing her onto the couch, sitting down beside Sam. They watched Bridget for a moment and then, just like Jason, Ginger, and Mary she jerked awake.
"Hey," Mary said. "You alright?"
"Uh," Bridget groaned as she sat up.
"Come here Bee," Ginger said, pushing Mary aside as she reached out to help her sister. Sam grabbed Mary's arm as a precaution and she looked at him.
"Your turn," she told him. She helped him up.
"Yours too. Here," Sam said. He handed the needle to her, "bring back memories?"
"Absolutely. My junkie shit returns. Roll up your sleeve will you?" He did so, and she gave him the monkshood. The girls watched silently and waited for Sam to come back into consciousness. It was awkward, at least for Mary to be sitting there with one girl she barely knew, and one half-werewolf with whom she shared a mutual loathing. Sam jerked awake as they heard the front door open.
"Oh shit," Bridget whispered looking around. Pictures were crooked and one rested on the floor, the glass cracked. Long claw marks were gauged deep into the walls, and the festive Halloween lights hung from the ceiling, not to mention three blood soaked towels and more blood spattered all over the floor and door to the pantry.
"Girls?" a man's voice came from the front door. They heard him enter the house, but knew he had not seen the mess yet.
"Come on," Bridget breathed, pulling Ginger toward the garage.
"Ssh," Mary said, pulling Sam to his feet. "You have keys?" she knew he would be alright to drive and they needed to get out as quickly as possible.
Sam nodded as they left the hallway. "What the hell?" they heard the man's voice from the kitchen.
"Fuck," said Sam. Trying to remain silent, he and Mary hurried to the doors of the van pulled them open and got inside. They would not be able to get away if the man saw the bright yellow greenhouse van, but Sam turned the car on and had sped away before they could be seen.
Disclaimor – I was too lazy to go back and put this into all 5 chapters so here it is, shockingly, I do not own Ginger Snaps or its German counterpart Das Biest in Dir, sad day for me.
AN - I do love Sam and was very sad at the way the movie ended soooooooo…I changed it. If you guys want me to write more about Mary so you know who she is that'd be fine, or I could just give you a character summary right here. I won't do the summary now though I'll wait for the reviews, haha.