I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter! Thanks for all of the lovely reviews. I really hope you guys like this.
Just so you know, Kitty is not dead. There was a little bit of confusion. She's not dead. Yet. Kidding. Maybe. I think I'm going crazy in this Glee hiatus. So anyways guys, what do you say? Two updates today because Christmas? Or two tomorrow? Decisions, decisions…..
Guys, I was actually planning on updating, like, super early today, but then my parents made me bike around the park like fifty times. Euuugh.
Summary: McKinley High goes on lockdown with Marley and Kitty stuck in the choir room together. Karley.
Characters: Marley R. and Kitty
Rating: T
THE DAY AFTER, 4:00 A.M.
It remained silent for a split second, the pounding of Marley's heart in her ears slowly prevailing and shattering the quiet. She swallowed, her eyelids fluttering, and stared in horror at the silent and unmoving body of Kitty Wilde. She looked around cautiously for another figure, another dark, hooded creature in a black hoodie that would maybe tear another part of her heart away. Finding nothing, she hurried towards the other girl's side, praying to whatever God might be listening that she was at least okay.
She reached Kitty in about two seconds flat and knelt down, desperately checking the shorter girl's neck for a pulse. Kitty's eyes fluttered open and she coughed feebly, moving her lips in some desperate attempt to speak. "M-Marley," she coughed out, her voice whisper-like and disappearing in her throat. She raised her head slightly to look at Marley, who lifted it gently, her looks drifting over her features desperately.
"Kitty," Marley said, tears creeping into her voice. "Are you okay?" She sat down on the concrete, her legs freezing. She bit her lip and inspected Kitty's broken form. She was most certainly not okay. Kitty moved her mouth, but Marley couldn't hear her.
"Head," Kitty mumbled, and her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped back onto the ground.
"Kitty!" Marley shrieked, looking around wildly as if she were looking for help. There was no one there, of course, just the wind and the moon and the endless night sky. "Wake up!" She felt her neck for a pulse. There it was, beating faintly but steadily, and Marley felt tears flow from her eyes in relief.
Kitty only responded, though, after repeated shaking by Marley, her eyes fluttering open and staring at her, dark and penetrating in the moonlight. Kitty sat up and her eyelids fluttered again, and Marley reached over quickly to support the blonde. Somehow, she managed to pull her into an upright position, and Marley supported her as they made their way towards the main exit.
The door there was locked as well. "Damn," Marley cursed, her voice taut and thin. "How do we get out?" She looked around for something to pry the door open with, and her eyes fell on the gun lying on the ground.
It was probably empty. Marley knew that. She also knew that it was incredibly dangerous. It was a weapon, for crying out loud. Easing Kitty onto the ground in front of the door, she crossed the courtyard quietly and picked up the pistol. It was heavy in her hands, heavier than it seemed, and it felt foreboding to even hold it.
Keeping her hands carefully away from the trigger, she crossed the courtyard again towards where Kitty sat, her eyes empty. Marley trained her eyes on the lock and stared at the gun, swallowing. It was their only chance, she knew that much. They couldn't be stuck out here all night with whatever brain damage Kitty had, in the freezing cold. They had to get at least back inside, if not out of the building.
"Get out of the way," Marley told Kitty, who nodded and tried to move. Sensing that she wasn't going to make it on her own, Marley put the gun down and helped her out of the space that was probably going to be filled with glass. She collapsed on the concrete behind Marley, who picked up the gun again and trained it on the door, focusing madly.
She began to pull the trigger back, bile rising in her throat. Was the view over a gun the same when you were shooting it at a person than when you were shooting it at a door? Would the bang still sound the same if she knew no one had died or gotten hurt?
She couldn't think about that. She could even think about the fact that the weapon she was holding in her cold little hands had probably killed. Maybe it had killed someone she had known. Maybe it had killed someone she had cared about. Hell, maybe it had even killed Jake, but it was the next shot that had her lowering the gun and choking back a sob.
Maybe it had killed her mother.
The fact that she was now wielding a murder weapon made her sick to her stomach. But wasn't it how you used something that determined if it was good or not? Marley shook her head venomously. Maybe this thing was going to do some good for once in its damn life. It was going to bust that door and save them.
Shaking and barely able to see, she blinked away her tears, her vision focusing again on the glass door. She could vaguely see her reflection in it, a scared little girl holding a gun, a wide-eyed look on her face. She almost hated her reflection in that moment. It was like Marley was training the gun on herself, ready to shoot at a moment's notice.
She swallowed again. Clear your head, Marley Rose, she thought. Just shoot the damn lock and get over it before someone else gets here and you're really screwed. She tried to keep her eyes locked on the door but failed, her vision drifting over to her reflection and Kitty behind her. Do it for her, the voice in her head urged, and Marley nodded. She could do this. "Shield your face," she called to Kitty, who weakly put her hands over it.
It was just a gun. Marley could ignore the instinctual fear of it, the countless warnings of so many of those police people that had come to her elementary school. Never touch a gun, they had repeated over and over and over again. But what if it saves my life? Marley thought quickly.
She pulled the trigger.
There was loud bang, and glass went flying everywhere. Marley shielded her face, but the glass cut into her forearms, making her grimace in pain. Stepping lightly towards the door, Marley saw that it was open. "Let's go," she pleaded to Kitty, and saw in horror that she was bleeding severely from her forehead. "Please."
Kitty coughed feebly, and Marley rushed over to her, wiping the blood from her face with her sleeve. She guided her over to the door and they stumbled through the hallways of the school, threading their way along their school, the one place they were supposed to be safe. Marley smiled bitterly. Irony was a bitch.
They finally reached the main entrance, the wide glass doors foreboding. Marley could faintly see the lights of police cars and ambulances outside. Had they been waiting there all this time? Why hadn't they come in?
They reached the door and Marley rattled at the handle. It was locked, of course it was. But couldn't the police have simply gotten in? She shook her head, her stomach churning. She'd never trust the police again, ever.
Without hesitating this time, she shot the lock. She didn't care. They would get out. Small shards of glass flew into her skin, but she didn't care. She didn't care. She was seeing red. Screaming in pain, she made her way through the door, collapsing on the front stairwell.
Someone came up to her and lifted her head. A paramedic. "Get a stretcher," he called to someone behind him, desperately. "We need to get her out of here."
"Kitty," Marley gasped, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the blood. "Get her first," she choked.
"We've got her," the man promised, and Marley began to full out sob.
"Thank you," she managed to get out, and then the world began to bend in alarming ways. Her world was a paper airplane, flying daintily over wind. Her world seemed to be a globe spun around and around by a young child, cackling and giggling as it unhinged itself.
She tried to stand but was restrained by one of the paramedics. She could vaguely see Kitty being brought into an ambulance, and her heart began to pound. She would be alright. She collapsed again onto the concrete, the asphalt beginning to stain red.
The red faded and everything turned to black.