HELL OF A CITY

005- "BLOODY"

All three of us continue to bang on the door. The door opens revealing ghost-face holding up a dagger.

"HOLY SHIT—!" Chad screams. All three of us run down the stairs. I see ghost-face getting closer to Tara, making me shove him back, when he wasn't looking.

"Y/n—" Tara eyes widen looking behind her. Ghost-face pins me against the wall knife ready to stab. Both Chad and Tara shoot up the stairs attacking ghost-face.

"C'mon!" Chad shouts at us. We run down the stairs again, ghost-face still behind us, he falls down the stairs. The three of us go to the side of the stairs letting him roll down. He gets to the bottom, his body limp just laying there. We all look at each other then back at him freezing in our place. I begin trying to walk down the stairs slowly and quietly. Then Tara grabs my forearm pulling me back, making me look back. Her eyes filled with concern. I just give her a nod, her letting go of my arm. I try to go down the stairs again. His body still limp, the knife in his hands. Please don't be a trap. Please don't be a fucking trap! I finally get to the bottom of the stairs. Crouching down slowly grabbing the knife out of his hand. A pain fills my shoulder when a knife goes into it. I let out a scream of pain. Ghost-face grabs me now on-top of me.

"Y/n!" I hear my girlfriends voice, and my friends voice yell. They both shove him off of me, knife still in my shoulder. Tara and Chad attacking ghost-face I get up. They get him on the floor, both of them beating on him.

"Asshole!" Tara pants out, then kicks him in the face. He groans, and tries running away. Shoving, kicking, and punching Chad and Tara he runs out of the apartment building. "Y/n." Both of them rush over to me, somewhat blood gushing out of my arm, onto my shirt.

-

All four of us sit in an ambulance outside of the apartment. A white bandage around my arm, half of my shirt ripped off. Quinn was dead, Anika barely alive. She was at the hospital already, they said. We see Ethan walk under the caution then over to us. Chad immediately walks up to him.

"Where were you?!" He holds him against another car by Ethans collar.

"When?" Ethan replies, panicked look in his eyes. I let them 'talk' it out, while Mindy and Tara talk to me.

"I guess I was wrong, it wasn't Quinn." Mindy sighs.

"She was a nice slutty roommate." I shake my head.

"How's you arm?" Sam walks over to the ambulance asking.

"Doctor said I'll live, sadly." Tara nudges me at my words. Our hands still interlocked. A small smile on Mindys lips.

"I promise you guys we're gonna get through this. We always do." Sam tells us. We all nod at her words.

"I need to freshen up. My bloody t-shirt isn't gonna hold up." I let out a small laugh. "Im gonna go to the apartment." And by apartment, I mean the one I share with Mindy and Anika. Technically shared, but Anika isn't dead yet—so share.

"I'll come with you." Tara immediately says, tighter grip on my hand now.

"Me too." Sam speaks up.

"Yeah, me as well, Im not willing to die because we split up." Chad adds.

"Im going no matter, you're not leaving me alone with ghost-face here." Mindy points at Ethan. Ethan furrows his eyebrows confused.

"Alright then." I shrug, getting out of the ambulance.

-

My keys unlock my front door, opening it.

"Home sweet home." Mindy runs in laying on the couch.

"Hey—let's not forget we all almost died in an apartment..last night." Chad leans on the couch.

"Almost is better than did."

"Mindys right. We have to look at the bright side in this situation." I get mad at Sams words, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Bright-side? Sam we all almost just fucking died—Anikas in a fucking coma. Quinn is dead, and I—well look at me! There is not brightness, or bright-side. Not until he's dead." I shake my head, going into my room. Tara following after me, she closes the door.

"Im sorry, Y/n. Sams has just been overwhelmed—I mean he's back again. I think she just wants us to focus on the positive—"

"Tara, your roommate is dead. My roommate is almost dead. I was almost dead. We were all almost dead." I take off my shirt, looking through my chores finding a new one. 

"I love you. Im sorry. I didn't mean it so sound so bad—" Tara walks up to me, hands on each of my arms. I look into her eyes, this time filled with just love.

"I love you too." My tone now more calmer. She gives a light smile. Her hands move to my arms, then to my face, holding it. We both lean in kissing. Our lips on one another, she tilts her head, smiling into it. We pull away. "He's has taking so much from me Tara—"

"We're gonna get him. I promise." She takes my hand in hers, placing them on her hips. "Here." She tosses a shirt at me. I examine the shirt smiling.

"This was my dads." I laugh, then put it on.

"Are you guys dead or just having sex?!" We hear bangs on my door, Mindy voices coming through it. Both me and Tara laughing.

"We're having very wild crazy sex, Mindy." I respond. Taras mouth dropping open.

"What-?!" Sams voice now at my door as well.

"Shes lying!" Tara rushes opening the door. Sam, Mindy stand at it. Mindy smiling, Sam with a weird look in her face.

"Please don't have sex with my sister while theres a killer on the loose." Sam tells me.

"Sams right, that is a Stab rule." Mindy shrugs, walking back into the living room. Everyone else following her, I go into my closet grabbing something from the back. A gun, with a waistband attached to it. Carefully tying it around my waist, I walk out of my rook shutting the door.

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i was supposed to write this like a few hours ago, but I was watching Baylen Levine. Baylen comes first. Also can we talk about how cute Tara is like get into it, protecting ur gf.