AN: Title and loose inspiration from the Breaking Benjamin song of the same name.
Johanna Crane-Ah. Kitty hasn't bothered with that one. But we've gotten the Star Wars references down! That wasn't even my best one, really...that would be what came of this.
He hears crickets. Crickets and the slithering of a snake somewhere behind him. It's dark out here, and cold, but it's safe. Granny won't come looking for him.
The pond is dark-could be a gateway somewhere, if he looks at it right. Or a mouth, gaping wide.
Someone's coming-he can hear voices. He scrambles up into the tree and stays still and quiet, waiting.
It's two of the seniors-he doesn't know them personally, but they'll probably make his life hell if they see him. Scratch that-definitely. Charlie Hagan is their quarterback-big, mean, and very stupid. Damn. Hopefully they won't be here long.
"Why are we out here, Charlie?"
"Only good spot to be alone."
What's her name…Jenifer.
There's the clink of bottles. Great. They're going to be here forever. This is incredibly unfair. As long as they're not going to do anything…
They are. There's the rustle of clothing and the shadowy forms lay down in the grass.
SLAP!
Or not.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"I said no!"
"Come on, Jen…"
"No! Not like this. Get off me."
This is interesting.
"Charlie." She sounds frightened now. "Charlie, let me up."
"The fuck you come out for, then, huh?" And he's drunk-they were probably at a party earlier. "Can't do that to people."
"Charlie…"
"Fucking tease." He isn't moving. "The hell is wrong with you?"
She scrambles out from under him.
"Leave me alone."
He isn't prepared for her companion to stand and grab her and slam her into the tree. He grips the branch to keep his balance and hopes neither of them look up.
Jenifer groans and goes very still.
"Jen?" Charlie shakes her. "Jen. Come on. I'm sorry, baby, I just…Jen?"
He lets her go. She slumps to the ground. Unconscious? She certainly hit the tree hard enough-she's small, smaller than him these days, and Charlie's got a good hundred pounds on her.
Below, Charlie's starting to panic. He shakes her, calls her name, and finally lays her flat.
Her head is at a very awkward angle.
Oh. Oh, dear. This could be very problematic for their star player. Accident or not-and he certainly won't be coming forward about that-they were out here, alone, at night…
Hm.
Charlie picks her up and drags her into the pond. Really? He's not going to own up? Well, well. This has…possibilities.
He can see Charlie adjusting the corpse-probably stuffing it under a log or something-and then he leaves, staggering back in the direction he came from and muttering to himself. Once he's sure he's not coming back, Jonathan comes down.
Things just got a little more interesting.
THE END