𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

TWENTY FOUR ; ROMEO + JULIET, ACT TWO

At the sound quiet coughing to everyone's left, they all turned.

Georgie Walters was leaning up against a fallen prop, holding one of the bullet wounds in his chest. He was covered in blood that was both his and other's. He wasn't dead; not yet. It was honestly a mirical on his side; between the bullet wounds and the deep slice Stu had cut across his cheek, Georgie really should have been dead.

Molly was the first to walk over to him, and then everyone else besides Billy followed her.

Georgie looked up at the young, blood-covered brunette woman above him. He saw now why Mollicent Birist was famous. He saw now why Monty Lipton was in jail, awaiting his death. He saw now a girl who'd just turned nineteen, who'd been betrayed by the boy she loved and one of her best friends, who found the dead body of Tatum Riley and watched her ex-boyfriend stab Sidney Prescott, who'd tried to kill the shit out of him and would have if she hadn't missed, who'd been forced to watch the two boys she cared about so much run away from the scene with barely any blood left in their bodies, who'd cried that night in the hospital because she thought they were dead and she wished she was instead.

So Georgie didn't try to stand up and fight back. He just looked up at her and said the first three words that came to mind.

"Kill me, Molly."

Molly didn't say anything back, she only silently and slowly raised her gun again, aimed for Georgie's head. He closed his eyes and uttered the last words he would ever speak.

"This is my sheath - there rest, and let me die."

Molly's gunshot rang around the theatre a second after that, and Georgie Walters - with a bullet between his eyes - breathed no more.

As they all stared down at his body, Billy spoke from where he still stood at the front of the stage.

"Romeo + Juliet, 1996. The last words Juliet Capulet speaks before she dies." Billy muttered.

The others turned to look back at him. He was staring down at his mother's dead body. His eyes were free of tears, but his face showed how torn he was.

Molly tossed her gun across the stage with a quiet sigh and walked back to Billy. She stood beside him, watching the way his hands shook. He looked over at her so that she could see how bloodshot his eyes were.

"Is it wrong..." He started. "...that I'm glad she's dead?" He asked quietly.

Molly didn't say anything, she just looked at him sadly. She put her arms around him, and he complied by doing the same and dipping his head into her shoulder. Then Stu came limping over with Sidney, and they joined the other two. Billy clung onto the three of them so desperately that it broke every person's heart there. It was then that he cried again, and Molly, Sidney and Stu let him.

Molly stared crying too. Not for Billy, not for Georgie, but for Randy. Because he loved group hugs, and he would have loved to be a part of this one. He would have been the comic relief character that cracked a joke while they cried, making them laugh instead, and he would have called them the Jackson Five or the Power Rangers because the five of them would have survived another bloodbath.

But he didn't, because he was dead and they weren't.