Snow

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Just added to one of the drabbles, and it was long enough to be a full one shot so why not

Veronica walked backwards, keeping her wide stance, hands beside her, over the pocket knife in her pocket as a means of caution. With each step she took back, he only inched forward.

"It doesn't have to be like this, you know."

"Be like what?" She said nervously.

She straightened herself out a bit. Snow snuck in through the tops of her boots, soaking her socks. The wind pricked her face, stinging her nose making it run, and her eyes water.

"This! You're fucking terrified of me." He says, slightly amused, "You think I don't see the knife in your pocket?"

He calmly walks up to her, and she doesn't back up. After just being called out for being so on edge, she tried to stand her ground.

"I'm not scared of you." She laughed breathily, and sarcastically.

He inched closer and grabbed her hand, which she immediately yanked away, jumping back. In all honesty, she was absolutely petrified. Having seen him murder Kurt and Ram was bad enough. Heathers "accidental" murder became more and more disturbing the longer she thought about it. Probably wasn't even an accident in the first place.

Suggesting the murder of Heather Duke, and being upset over Heather McNamara's suicide attempt being unsuccessful started to cross lines. Even more than already before. Being followed home from work by him didn't help either. 

"You don't seem 'not scared' do you?" He laughed looking her up and down after testing her, " now, give me the knife. If you're not scared, why would you need it?"

She hesitates, and slowly pulls it out of her pocket, peering at him through the corner of her eyes the whole time. She sees an opportunity and takes it. Opening the pocket knife, quickly aiming for anywhere she can hit.

JD is one step ahead of her. He grabs her wrist, and squeezes tightly, easily disarming her. The knife falls to the ground as he grips her hand tightly, digging into her skin. Her hand tenses up and trembles. She screams as he does. Definitely going to leave a bruise.

He tosses her to the floor harshly, hearing her cry as she hits a rock with a loud crack. He grabs the knife off the ground.

she cries out, reaching up to grab her throbbing head. The high snow covered her face as she turned to the side. It stuck to her hair, and eyelashes, caking them with white snow.

She pulled her hands back, and saw them covered in blood, light smears everywhere. Just the sight of the thick red liquid in the dim dusk lighting made her sick. She pushed herself up, looking down at the bright stains in the snow. More dripped off the side of her head, leaving big drops of it in the clean snow.

When she pulled her hands up, there sat a pair of handprints. Just sitting up made her dizzy. She collapsed back down in the snow, letting it cover her face, and soothe the back of her head, numbing it in the cold.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the painful headache that pounded through her skull. She heard the snow crunch under his boots as he walks around her in circles.

He curiously presses the side of the blade to her cheek, drawing a small line of blood. She cried softly and flinched. It sure was sharp.
He pocketed the knife and walked off, carelessly stepping on her hand, making her whimper and shake. He smiled triumphantly, leaving her shivering and slowly loosing consciousness on the ground, blood splattered around her.

Snow continues to sprinkle down, falling in big clumps. They stuck to her hair, and back, covering her in a thin layer, only speckles of her blue coat shining through the snow.

She's lays almost motionless as everything numbs. Breathing hurts. It had been starting to get dark. Anybody that did pass couldn't see her in the dark, or through the snow. Minutes felt like hours as she slowly felt the energy to move and react drain.

In the distance, she heard soft shouting and footsteps crunching in the snow. Through her closed eyes, she could see the change in light. A bright flashlight being shone on her. Please, she thought, Please see me. Everything was so numb, but at the same time, still so much.

"I don't see her anywhere." McNamara noted, looking around in the snow, rubbing her hands together, "maybe we should head back."

"She always comes this way after work. She isn't at home, and she isn't at my house yet, so she has to be around here somewhere."

Duke shined the flashlight in the field where Veronica laid still in the snow. She looked all around while Heather followed, holding her own flashlight.

Veronica could hear them walking closer, but she couldn't muster the strengths to call out. With all the snow it would be hard for them to see her, and they could walk right past her. They might walk by and not even know she's there.

The snow fall picked up, heavier and heavier, making even the air hard to see through. The wind blew faster, and it only got faster as she shivered and felt herself loosing her breath.

She shifted her arm, and tried to get their attention. She felt like the pressure of the snow was weighing her down, preventing her from moving further.

"Did you hear that?" McNamara noticed the faint rustling.

"Where?"

"In the snow." She points, "right there. It's higher. And I heard something."

Heather trudged into the field, McNamara trailing behind her. She shined her flashlight directly on Veronica, now completely invisible underneath a blanket of snow. Her figure creating a noticeable lump in the ground was the only indication she was there.

They kneeled beside her, and wiped a big clump off her back, revealing her bright blue jacket contrasting to the clean white snow. Not the warmest materiel, and far from a real winter coat, but it stood out in the snow.

"Heather!" Duke yelled, "it's her. Oh my god, it's her."

She frantically brushed more snow off her back, and her head. McNamara gasped, holding herself tightly, frozen in shock.

"Pull yourself together, Heather, help me!"

Heather slowly dropped to the ground and started shoveling more off of her back, and arms, while Heather continued to uncover her face and neck. More quickly sprinkled over her in the blizzard.

They shoved the snow off of her head, and neck, revealing her frozen face and pale blue lips. Her hair was soaked, and stuck to her face. She didn't move.

She laid motionless in the snow, eyes shut gently, the cut on her cheek scabbed and frozen over. Her skin was pale, and freezing to the touch. She breathed softly, almost as if she were just asleep.

Duke turned her over, and picked her up, holding her close to her chest. Rubbing her back and arms trying to get her warm. It wasn't any use. The snow fell to fast, and they were too far from any of the neighborhoods. She needed to warm up, but with no way to get her out of all the snow, there was really no point.

She laid still, completely unconscious. The snow over top of her covered her like a fresh, frozen tomb. McNamara held herself shielding over the other two, lessening the cold.

"She's not breathing." Duke whispered.

Her chest stopped moving, with the last of her breath. Her pulse slowed. Not dead, but on the brink of it.

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