"Run!" Richie shouted. Like another gun shot they all ran in different directions. Bella shot for the back door, which was luckily only a few feet behind her. Right as she got outside she bolted, she got to the tree line and took cover behind a large bush. She wasn't the type to abandon her friends, even during a murder spree. She just needed tie to regroup and plan her next move. Fuck were any of her friends left. Wes was dead, Liv was dead, Mindy is bleeding out in the house, she didn't know of Tara was ok, Amber was the fucking killer, and Chad... Fuck, where was Chad? Liv had said the backyard right? Well she was in the backyard. She poked her head out of the side of the buh and looked around. On the far side of the yard by the garden shed she could see a figure on the ground. No. She made sure that Amber wasn't at the door or the windows and she took off again. Tears started to fall as she neared the body. There was blood everywhere. Chad was on his back, his arms extended like he was trying the crawl forwards before he passes out. Bella let out a sob.
"Chad. no, no, no. Fuck, please don't be dead. You can't be dead." She fell to her knees and carefully turned him on his back. She put her head to his chest, she could barely hear a heartbeat, but it was still there. She needed to do something about the bleeding, if he slayed here any longer he was going to bleed out. She ran to the opened shed and looked around for anything she could use. There were lawn mowers and rakes and shovels. Do they not have a fucking rag in here? Bella searched the shelves lining the walls, there was nothing there was nothing in there. Then she got an idea, she grabbed pair of garden scissors and ran back to Chad. She carfully took off his letterman jacket, she tried not to gag, it was soaked in blood, as she peeled off his jacket she noticed the extent of his injuries. He had been stabbed half a dozen times in the gut, a couple times in the back and once in the leg. She worked through blurry eyes. She cut up his jacket into strips. She tied on of them around his thigh and the others she laid over his stomach. She tied them as tight as possible trying to prevent as much blood loss as she could. Bella couldn't think about what to do next. She didn't have her phone so she couldn't call 911. She couldn't remember anything else that she could use so save Chad's life. She couldn't think, she couldn't see, she couldn't breathe. She had finally begun to heal from her brother and now this...this was so much worse. She remembered what Chad had said that morning. That is what I love most about you, your strength. That made Bella cry harder. She didn't feel strong. And the person she loved most in the world was dying in front of her, his blood covering her hands, and she never got a chance to tell him how she felt. Bella flinched as she heard someone screaming from the other side of the house.
"Help me! Help me! He stabbed me!" Someone was shouting. Bella took a deep breath and kissed Chad. She was going to get through this. No, she was going to finish this. She had survived this once before, and now that they stakes were higher, there was no way she was going down without a fight. She crept to the side of the house and peeked just barely over the edge so that she could see what was going on but not give herself away. Limping down the front steps was none other than the psycho killer herself, but what surprised Bella was the fact that walking up the driveway towards Amber was none other than Gale Weathers and Sidney Prescott. What the hell were they doing here? Sydney and Gale said something to themselves when Amber decided she had enough. She pulled out the gun and shot Gale, running back into the house. Bella took the chance to run towards the two women. She knew the only reason they would be here would be to help.
"You said you were going to Finnish this. Go finish it, Sydney." Gale said clutching her stomach. "For Dewey."
"Let me help." Bella said as she approached.
"Your Bella right?" Gale asked, "Charlie Walkers sister." This was the first time that Bella didn't flinch when the comparison was made. Gale and Sydney knew the kind of world that she came from, better than most. They started to take in her tear stained cheeks mixed with both Chad and Liv's blood.
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Delicate: Chad Meeks-Martin
Fanfiction"This aint for the best. My reputations never been worse so. You must like me for me." If Bella knew that her senior year was not only going to involve college applications but a psychotic killer targeting her and her friends, she would have transfe...
