It was although time stopped, each millisecond was dragged into a year. His finger creeping down on the trigger. Ashley’s face slowly screwing up in terror, Darren’s arm jerking back slightly with the strength of the gunshot. I shouted out, I don’t even know what I was shouting anymore. The bullet entered her jaw and disappeared inside her skull, her whole body vibrating with the force of the bullet. The blood spilled from her jaw and it was everywhere before you could blink, it was impossible to tell where the blood was coming from anymore, the blood ran down her neck and stained the dress which she wore. I looked into her eyes, they were empty, gone, there was nothing there anymore, every essence of the person she was, was gone, her past, her present, her future, gone in the loud sound of a gun. It didn’t matter who she had been anymore, it didn’t matter what she had done in life, and everything was the same it had always been. The world wouldn’t stop because she was gone, people would still get up tomorrow, maybe kiss their significant other, hug their child goodbye, read the morning paper, go to work, come home, have dinner, go out, go to bed, their routine wouldn’t change because nothing had changed. Would they notice when the census was one number less? Would they notice that Ashley wasn’t on the streets ofLondon? No they wouldn’t notice, because she was nothing to them. The stars would still shine out at night, the sun would still rise. I wondered to myself why the house still buzzed on even though something of such horror had happened and now she was miles away and she had been here with me only mere seconds ago.
It felt like my stomach was trying to come out my stomach, my whole mind was shaken. She was dead. She was gone. He had killed her.
“Ashley!” I cried out in hopelessness, she couldn’t be gone. Darren dropped her on the ground; she fell in a heap, her blonde hair tinged with a deep blood red. “Ashley.” I said my breathing racing. Darren walked to the makeshift bed and picked up the blanket, he rubbed his hand vigorously to try and remove some of the blood. He glanced at me before sighing and flicking out the blanket and covering Ashley’s body unmoving body. How touching.
“Why did you do that?” I asked him.
“You need to know you can’t just break the rules here,” he said coldly, he produced his phone from his pocket and dialled a number.
“Are you, are you calling an ambulance?” I said, trying to delude myself into thinking that she still had a chance, into deluding myself that she was still breathing, but that was all it was. A delusion.
“I’m calling Harry.” He said, not looking up, I froze.
“W-w-why?” I stammered quietly.
“Because, I didn’t just do all this for the hell of it,” he snapped, pressing the phone close to my face, “if you try anything funny, I swear to God the next bullet in here will be going through some very curly hair.” I gulped. If it was my life I would risk it, take a gamble, but Harry? Would I take that risk? Never.
“Darren!” Harry answered in a flurry, even amongst the panic his voice was still smooth like velvet and warm like chocolate, I wanted to tell him I was sorry, and that I loved him, but my body was so overcome by Ashley’s death that I couldn’t speak.
“Talk.” Darren said through a clenched jaw.
I gulped down a sob, “H-H-Harry,” I said shakily, I heard him take a sharp breath, “it’s….it’s me.”
“January!” Harry cried, “Are you okay? What’s going on? Are you out? Are you hurt? What’s happening?” Darren had clicked the phone on to speaker by now so he held in the palm of his hand so that we both could hear.
“Tell him,” he said, glaring at me.
“January?” Harry’s voice rang out, “who else is there?”
“It’s, it’s Darren,” I choked.
“Whereabouts are you and Ashley?” Harry demanded, the mention of her name brought tremors to my body.
“H-h-he shot her,” I sobbed, “he, he killed her, in front of me, because, because, because she told you about his plan.”
Harry remained silent.
“Ask him how Wendy is,” Darren told me cruelly. The image of her sprawled across the floor flashed across my mind.
“Wendy?” I whispered.
“She’s okay,” Harry said shortly, “January, what does the want?” he said slowly.
“I don’t know Harry,” I admitted, tears streaming down my face, “Harry, I’m scared.”
“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” he promised, Darren shot me a disgusted look.
“Harry, listen to me,” I said in a rush because I knew he would try and stop me, “I don’t matter, he wants you to come after me, don’t give him what he wants, I’ll be okay…” Darren interrupted me with a hard hit on the face, it stung red hot and my cheek tingled briefly.
“January?” Harry said his voice panicked, “Darren, when I find you I swear to God…”
“Shut it Harry or I will use this gun again,” Darren said almost lazily, he cocked his head for a moment before pulling his hand which held the gun up to my temple, my whole body quaking. Darren lowered himself down to his honkers so his lips were in my ear. “Repeat after me,” he said, “you will be supplied.”
“You will be supplied,” I whispered into the mouthpiece.
“With an address, it will be taped on the en suite bathroom of my apartment.” He said slowly.
“With an address, it will be taped on the en suite bathroom of my apartment.”
“Go to it, further instructions upon arrival.”
“Go to it, further instructions upon arrival.” Darren moved the phone away from me to hang up, “Harry, I love you!” I cried out but he had already snapped the phone shut, and left, leaving me sobbing in the room with the dead body of my best friend.
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Thunder
Fanfic"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
