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"well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw" -heather chandler, heathers
song to listen to: survivor by 2wei
warnings: mentions of death, mentions of suicide, heavy swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons/weapons use
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jennifer peters's point of view
"Deena? Why the hell did you call me, it's like...late?" I rubbed my eyes with one hand and held the phone in the other.
"Sam's not feeling like herself. We need to go to C. Berman, we're about to go right now. Are you in?" Her voice was the shakiest I'd ever heard it been in all my years of knowing her.
"Deena, please, I can't tell you how many times I'll say this, she doesn't-"
"Are you in, or are you out?!" Deena cut me off, her voice a desperate whisper now.
"Of course I'm fucking in."
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I waited patiently on the roof of Deena's car, having been the one left in charge of keeping an eye on a possessed Sam Fraser. Both Deena and Josh had crazy hopes of how they'd be able to get her back, but to be quite honest, I'm doubting that they'll be able to. And even if there was some hypothetical way to get Sam back, I'd probably strangle her to get her to stop the growling before they got the chance to bring her back. Would I feel guilty about that? No, probably not. Do I feel guilty about even thinking about that? No, definitely not.
Not once in the history of all of Shadyside's killers-starting in 1666 and ending with Ryan Torres-has anybody been able to bring any sort of killer back. The only one I have suspicions about being brought back is Ruby Lane, and that's only because she's the only killer to have literally killed herself.
"Jen?! Jen, what the hell are you doing here? Do you realize how much trouble you'd be in if your father found out you were here right now?" Aunt Ziggy stormed out of the house with Josh and Deena behind her, and I slid off the top of the car.
"I know how much trouble I'd be in, but I haven't seen him all day, so I'm a little bit doubtful that he would care at the moment." I shrugged off the trauma. "But that's not the point. The point is in Deena's trunk."
That sounded serial killer-esque. Deena popped open the trunk, and the second it was fully opened, Sam tried to lunge at us. That 'plan' failed, causing her to look merely like a gay little lion as she growled and hissed.
