Heathers Requests/One Shots

We Are Damaged

This was suggested by @Dolly-The-Sheep, so thank you! TW// Death, mild gore.

Veronica and J.D. struggled over the gun, both trying to get their hands on the trigger. Veronica screwed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger, not checking which way the gun was facing. That was the big mistake.

BANG!

Veronica and J.D.'s eyes met, brown into brown. Their expressions were the same, some mixture of shock and bitterness. Then Veronica stumbled back, blood gushing from her chest. J.D. looked at the gun, coated in crimson. He hurled it as far away from himself as he could, not wanting it anywhere close to him.

He kneeled my Veronica, her eyes already glassing over and her breaths becoming slower. J.D. became slowly more aware of the ticking from beside him. His bomb. Everything seemed so much clearer now, with his girlfriend, his Veronica dying beside him.

He pressed his lips to her forehead for the last time, something he tried not to focus on, before scooping up the bomb in his hands and carefully making his way through the school. The fated time drew nearer as his steps becoming louder against the tiles.

He stumbled outside, finally realizing that the damp spots on his coat were tears as well as blood. He panted, looking around. Was he far enough away not to kill anyone? It was only a few minutes ago that he was eagerly waiting for the school to go up in ashes, and now he was trying to save all of their worthless lives.

"J.D..." He looked up, seeing Veronica, staggering outside. She had taken off her dark blue blazer and pressed it to the wound. It was already soaked in blood. He couldn't say anything, couldn't make the words come out of his mouth as she made her way over. With strength she somehow had after being shot, she wrenched the bomb away.

"No," he protested, finally making himself move. He grabbed her arm. "I can't let you. You might survive, if you get to the hospital now-" She pressed her lips to his, swallowing his next words.

"I'm not getting out of this alive," she whispered into him. "But you might. You could." He shook his head, the ticking of the bomb getting louder and louder.

"I'm too damaged-"

"We're both damaged. But there's hope for you." Veronica's eyes darkened and she listed to one side slightly. "Make this place better." He couldn't. Veronica was the yang to his yin, the light to his dark, the moon to his sun, the... the... he couldn't think of anything more. "Do it for me."

She shoved him back and he stumbled, slipping over the wet grass and over the blood that he didn't think he would ever wash off. Her dark eyes met his as she cradled the bomb, closing her eyes. He couldn't watch as the clock hit 00:00, averting his eyes as a burst of blazing hot air crashed over him with a BOOM!

People rushed out the gym, looking at the rubble and ashes that lay over the courtyard. J.D. watched distantly until someone tugged at his sleeve. He whirled around to see the Heather, Duke and McNamara, standing there.

"Where's Veronica?" they both asked. Duke sounded like a detective, no mercy anywhere. McNamara sounded really worried, bouncing from foot to foot. He looked over his soldier. He could just make out a scrap of blue fabric in the ashes.

"It's complicated," he said, rubbing a hand violently over his face The Heathers exchanged looks.

"Explain it to us," Duke demanded. McNamara grabbed her shoulder.

"Maybe over slushies?" McNamara suggested sweetly. He nodded mutely. They left. He looked back over at the still rising smoke, before hurrying away. He didn't care about skipping school right now, he had to get away.

He would listen to Veronica. He would make this a better place, if only to honor Veronica. But not tonight. Tonight, maybe, for the first time, he could enjoy being 17.

(638 words)