Hey people! Tumblr is back up, thank the lord. I honestly had no idea what to do with myself. I think I went into a catatonic state. Anyways, new chapter today again, Chapter Five. We're nearly halfway through, unless I decide to write a sequel.
I should probably make a poll about that… until then, just review if you think I should.
I am honestly so effing done with this show, it's not even funny anymore.
Enjoy!
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
2:25 P.M.
Kitty's sobs had gradually ceased into a still depression, the blonde staring at the wall sullenly, her face still beautiful but red and splotchy from the tears. Marley had attempted to keep it together, but it felt like her heart had been shredded and torn, her stomach still convulsing and twisting violently as she tried not to lose it.
"How long has it been?" Marley asked, staring at the clock, its incessant ticking providing a small and stable comfort.
"I don't know," Kitty said through her teeth as if she was angry, furious even. Marley shrugged and looked away, the warmth of Kitty's presence providing some small source of heat. It was beginning to get cold, the presence of the sharp winter air slowly beginning to bleed through the windows to the outside. Marley vaguely wondered what happened to the heating system, then decided she didn't want to theorize. Whatever she could come up with in her head would always be worse than the truth.
Marley felt Kitty shiver, and the shiver seemed to pass on from one girl to another, Marley's shoulders tensing slightly. She shifted awkwardly against the floor and sighed quietly, tracing the outline of her shoe with her finger. "Are you cold?" She asked quietly, although the answer was obvious.
Kitty nodded and shifted her weight slightly so that her shoulder rested against Marley's. Her skin seemed to be burning, the heat of her flesh ticking Marley's skin so that her arm prickled with goose bumps. Marley's shoulder moved against hers, the heat sending sparks up her spine. "Me too," Marley said, and Kitty turned around to look at her. Marley stared back with a blank expression, feeling like Kitty's irises were burning through her pupils.
She blinked and looked away, clearing her throat and tapping the ground softly with her foot. "Maybe someone shot the generator," she said, and instantly felt a stinging sensation in her chest. Maybe someone had shot the generator just like they had shot Jake, shards of glass and plastic flying everywhere and exploding- She felt tears misting up in her eyes and blinked them away, feeling her vision blur momentarily and then sharpen again.
She looked over to the other girl and saw that she too had turned away. Marley touched her shoulder lightly, her hand feeling like ice on the other girl's skin. Kitty did not react, and Marley leaned back against the wall, her shoulder feeling devoid of the other girl's warmth.
Footsteps began to approach the choir room again, and Kitty and Marley stared in terror at the door as if they expected someone or something to burst through it at any second. "Stay quiet," Marley heard Kitty mutter, and she nodded quickly, not dreaming of doing anything else.
There was a sharp rap on the door and Marley shrank back, the harsh texture of the wall grinding into her back. "Don't say anything," she mouthed to Kitty, and the blonde nodded. There were another set of raps at the door, and then Marley heard something being muttered and a thud like the kicking of a boot.
"They're staying quiet," Marley heard the low, harsh mutter of a male say, and there was a slight scoff.
"Do we even know if anyone's in there?" Another voice chimed in, and Marley's blood froze in her veins.
"Yes," the first voice said, and Marley could've sworn she heard him roll his eyes. "It's obvious, just listen for a second."
The two voices fell silent and Marley and Kitty froze, their heartbeats pounding in unison. They were doomed. There was no way that they could get out of here. The men were sure to hear their heartbeats, or their breathing, or something. It was all over.
Before Marley could stop herself, a small, pitiful whimper escaped her throat. Before she had realized what she had done, a small, but forceful hand was clapped over her mouth, muffling the sound. Marley's heart took off, even quicker than before.
She smells like vanilla, her brain randomly thought, but Marley choked the thought before it could grow and end it all. Stay quiet, the rational, thinking part of her brain hissed, and Marley's body obliged.
"What was that?" The first voice said. "I just heard something."
"There's no one there," the second voice said, and Marley began to relax slightly. However, Kitty wouldn't loosen her hold on her jaw, in fact, it seemed to get stronger and more intense as the silence stretched out.
"Yes, there is," the first voice chuckled, a deep, dark chuckle that held no humor in it. "Trust me."
"Whatever," Marley heard from the other side of the door, and Kitty's hand let go of her mouth.
There was a strong banging noise on the other end of the door, and Marley and Kitty both tensed, each staring frightfully at the wooden door, hoping not to see cracks and fractures in it. The door held, like the glass, and the men seemed to give up.
Footsteps approached quickly, and Marley and Kitty subconsciously traded looks. There was another one?
"I've been to the cafeteria," the new voice said, this one stronger and more masculine, authorative. "No one there…"
Marley sighed in relief.
"Anymore." Marley's eyes flew open wide, her mind flying over possible explanations for the seemingly ominous statement, and Kitty seemed to understand the other girl's panic.
"Was there anyone there though?" The second voice asked, and the third voice responded, seemingly irritated.
"Yes," he said and chuckled again, but instead of inducing humor, it caused Marley's stomach to churn in fear and loathing. "Oh yes, there was."
Marley closed her eyes and wanted to shield her ears, but she couldn't. Not now….
"We shot the fat ass lunch lady," the third voice said and began to laugh, a hollow, mocking laugh that seemed to claw itself through Marley's veins and finally to Marley's heart.
They shot the fat ass lunch lady.
They shot her mom.
Marley's eyes immediately began to prick with tears, and she began rocking back and forth incessantly, tears immediately beginning to blind her vision and obscure all of her senses.
She was vaguely aware of Kitty's hand once again covering her mouth and her arms attempting to restrain her, but it was useless. Nothing in Marley could be caged, nothing covered up. Her mother was dead, and she had nothing left.
It remained silent for a while in the hall, and Marley vaguely registered receding footsteps. Although they had left, Kitty did not release her, but whether it was for her own benefit or for Marley's, she did not know.
Kitty seemed taken with the situation and highly disturbed, guilty that a victim of her cruel and spiteful teasing had met such a terrible end. She swallowed heavily, feeling incredibly guilty, and although she didn't know the woman, only in passing, she began to feel tears pricking at her eyes. She blinked them away and shook her head, staring down at the ground.
"Just kill me now," Marley whispered, and when she looked back up at Kitty, she was surprised to see that she too was crying.
"Don't say that," Kitty whispered, her voice feeling alien in her throat. "Just…. don't." She couldn't handle it anymore, not when it was so close to the truth.
"Just kill me now," Marley repeated again, staring out at nothing in particular, her eyes haunted and empty. "Please."
"Stop," Kitty whispered, but even she knew that was a weak protest. "Don't."
But Marley merely shook her head.