Hey, everyone! New chapter, this one finally continuing the main storyline. There's some semi-graphic bloody content in this, nothing too bad, I trust you know what you can handle, so if it's too heavy for you, just skip it.
I know that a lot of you are probably confused as hell. Most of my stories and stuff are better when you just read them through in one go. You're all going to understand in time. I think.
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Summary: McKinley High goes on lockdown with Marley and Kitty stuck in the choir room together. Karley.
Characters: Marley R. and Kitty
Rating: T
SHOOTING DAY
11:23 A.M
Silence. For the first time in a while, there was finally silence. Marley sighed quietly and let her head hit the wall, breathing in the quiet calm like it was the nectar of the Gods. Kitty had remained largely quiet, simply staring at the giant clock on the wall or tracing the pattern of the wood with her fingertips. Marley didn't mind. She didn't want to get into a fight with the other girl.
Not when there were more important things at stake than some petty little high school rivalry.
Another gunshot reverberated through the halls of the school, accompanied by a long, drawn-out scream that left the blood chilling in her veins.
So much for silence.
Marley covered her face with her hands and curled up, whimpering pitifully. "Calm down," Kitty hissed from behind her, and her stomach twisted painfully as she sat up again.
"Sorry—" Marley began to apologize, but Kitty simply held a single finger up to her lips and motioned with her head to the door. Marley looked at her with a confused expression, and she made the motion again, mouthing 'Be quiet.'
Marley nodded and pressed herself against the wall as footsteps began to approach. "Is anyone in this room?" Someone asked. Marley didn't recognize it. It was male, dark and heavy, slightly foreboding.
"I don't know," another voice said, and Marley's heart began to race. She knew that tone, knew that voice. It was Jake.
"Tell me!" The first voice said, and she heard the light thudding of…something… against flesh. Jake grimaced and said nothing. "Tell me!" The man repeated, and a slapping noise could be heard.
"I don't know," Jake said again, and his voice was strained and miserable.
Marley turned to Kitty, who looked at her with an expression of absolute, pure fear in her eyes. "Is that—" Kitty asked in a hoarse whisper, and Marley simply nodded once.
"Fine then!" The first voice yelled, and Marley and Kitty both shrank back in fear. "If you won't tell me…" there was another thudding sound, and a hoarse, strangled cry that could only come from Jake. "I'll find out."
There was banging noises at the door, and they pressed themselves against the wall like it would make them invisible. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," the voice taunted, and Marley's heart took off, racing, no, hammering wildly against her ribcage in a desperate and useless attempt to keep herself calm.
The banging ceased suddenly, and Marley relaxed slightly, noticing for the first time how close they were. Her breath faltered slightly, and every single one of her senses seemed to be on high alert.
The sharp cracking of glass could be heard and she tensed again, staring at the window with horror engraved in her features. Please hold, glass, she thought desperately, praying to whichever God might be listening. Please. And whatever heavenly being was up there must have been listening for the first time today, because miraculously, the glass held. "Whatever," the voice said, and Marley could hear the irritation.
A gunshot was heard, and loud, bestial cry sounded from just outside the door. Marley looked at Kitty desperately and was surprised to see tears in the other girl's eyes. Another gunshot was heard, and yet another cry.
Blood spattered onto the window, and Marley's stomach twisted hopelessly. "That'll teach you," the voice growled from outside, and quickly receding footsteps faded into nothing.
"P-please," they could hear Jake begging outside of the window. "I-I know there's someone there…" a deep, shuddering breath could be heard that was only stopped by a gurgle of blood.
"We have to go help," Kitty said, her voice wavering and cracking. "He needs help." She sounded helpless, lost, and alone. In essence, basically what they were.
"We can't," Marley found herself saying, her voice dull and void of emotion. "It's too dangerous."
"P-please," came the plea from outside, and then a violent coughing fit which was choked by what could only be a stream of blood. "H-help me.."
"Try and stop me," Kitty said venomously and got to her feet, rushing to the door in a crazed frenzy. Marley looked after her, worry flitting over her face and then disappearing as quickly as it had come.
She got up and began to run after the cheerleader, grabbing her arm. She whirled around, malice in her eyes. "Let me go," Kitty hissed and twisted her arm away, glaring at Marley with hatred in her eyes. "What the hell was that supposed to be?" She asked, casting a worried glance over her shoulder towards the door.
"It's too dangerous," Marley repeated, her voice strange and harsh in her throat. Kitty's eyes swam with tears.
"How can it be too dangerous for us?" Kitty asked as though she didn't understand.
"They're probably still there," Marley said in a forced whisper and pointed at the door.
"No, no, they're not," Kitty argued, and pushed past Marley and began to walk towards the door again in long stride.
"Kitty!" Marley hissed. "Come back!"
"No," Kitty said loudly and continued walking, not even looking back. Marley shook her head once, biting her lip and instantly feeling her mouth feel with the strange irony taste of blood. She shook her head again and grabbed her shoulder, succeeding in turning her around. Kitty stopped and slowly turned around to face Marley, tears obvious and glistening against her pale skin.
"It's going to be alright," Marley promised, and she tried to smile.
A sound was heard from outside, and Marley's heart seemed to stop. "P-please," Jake said, his voice growing steadily weaker. "I-I need," his voice faltered, squeaked, and fell silent. "I-sorry," were the last words they could hear, and then the boy erupted into a violent fit of coughing. A single blood-spattered hand appeared on the window, and Marley and Kitty could only stare in shell-shocked horror.
The hand dropped from the window and quiet thud could be heard as it hit the ground. The coughing abruptly ceased and everything was nearly silent for a few moments, the only sounds Marley could hear being Kitty's harsh, ragged breaths and the beating of her own heart.
"Jake!" Kitty screamed, but Marley clapped a hand over Kitty's mouth and Kitty silenced herself, still staring blindly at the spot where his hand had been.
"Come on," Marley found herself whispering. "We need to get away from the window." Her voice died in her throat, and she found herself holding back a choked sob.
Kitty nodded numbly and slowly began to walk back to their spot in the far corner of the room, her footsteps solemn and heavy. When she reached the spot where they had been sitting before, she collapsed and began to shake violently, tears slowly beginning to fall onto the choir room floor.
"We couldn't have done anything," Marley said softly and, after hesitating for a few seconds, put her arm around Kitty's shoulder in a feeble attempt for comfort. Kitty remained silent, harsh, racking sobs shaking through her body. But instead of drawing away at Marley's touch, she seemed to relax at it, curling up slightly, the sobs still strong as ever. "We couldn't have," Marley repeated, but she wasn't even sure if she believed it herself.
"It's our fault," Kitty said, her voice weak and miserable.
"It's not," Marley countered, a sharp pain beginning to appear in her heart. "It's really not."
"Yes, it is," Kitty said and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I-I-," she began, but she couldn't carry on and instead broke down again, collapsing against Marley's shoulder.
"It's going to be alright," Marley said, trying to calm her desperately. "It's going to be okay."
"How?" Kitty asked, her voice desperate and pleading and horrified. "How?" She repeated, this time louder.
Marley had no answer.