Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Breakdown

Chapter Twenty- Six

Kik, Death, and Breakdown

Whitney's POV

I thought about it. Paying her off seemed too easy. What if I paid her off and she came back for more? How much would I have to pay to begin with?! I looked down at Louis, Niall and the lads. I don't even have the money to pay her off. I'm working minimum wage and I love to shop. Go figure. I would never in a million years ask for money from the boys. I couldn't. It's not my money. I didn't work for it like they did.

"I can't."

"You can't what? Pay me back? Oh honey I know. You're broke as fuck." Sydney laughed. I chuckled bitterly at how accurate her accusation is. L.A. is expensive.

"So what now then? You going to kill me? In front of all of these kids, parents, and cops? Are you going end my life this easily? I thought you liked the chase." I taunted. I was out of options. I was screwed. There's no way I will make it out alive if she decides to shoot me.

"You're dead meat, Whitney. You can't pay me off, and I know you well enough that you won't ask the guys to help. You're too self righteous to do something like that." Sydney taunted right back. I looked away from her, from everyone and just looked back at the platform where I was once standing. I noticed that the operator was there, playing with the controls. He lifted his head and our eyes locked. I cocked my head in question and he lifted his finger to his lips. Shh. I wondered what he was going to do. Keeping his eyes on me, he pushed a button.

There was so much noise from below that I almost didn't catch the latch unlocking. It was so quiet compared to everything else. The seatbelts were immediately loosened, I wasn't fastened to my seat anymore. He winked and left the control area. I almost freaked but I realized something.

He was trying to help me get away. But how would this help? Think Whitney, think! Stall Sydney!

Sydney's POV

I looked around, the sunset was breathtaking and I was sure this would be the last time I'd enjoy it. Not because I would be going to jail, no, but because I was sure today would be the last day I lived. I looked down and saw people scrambling to get the man out of the ladder that I had shot. It had been awhile since I had fired a gun, but it was like I never stopped.

But I realized something. The thrill wasn't there anymore. I looked at Niall, and even from up here I could tell he was crying. Louis was too. They all were. They were crying because they knew that today would be the last day that Whitney lived. I would make sure of it.

My ears picked up the sound of helicopters in the distance and I turned my head towards the noise and sure enough there was a helicopter. I rose my gun and fired. Whitney visibly jumped, plugging her ears and people below screamed. I laughed at the reaction a simple bullet made. Granted, no one knew where I could've been pointing. I looked down and saw everyone scattering to see if they were all okay.

I leaned over my seat a bit, and I noticed my arms were looser than before. I looked down and saw my seatbelt was undone. I laughed, unhooking my arms. I looked over at Whitney who was wide-eyed at my escape. She was still strapped to her seat.

"Haha. You are still stuck, while I could choke you here and now. I'M FREE!" I yelled, looking over the edge, smitten with how well this was going.

Whitney's POV

I took that opportunity and unhooked myself. This was becoming too easy but I didn't wait another second. I pushed with all of my might, Sydney flying over the edge. I heard people gasp and Sydney began screaming. I scooted over and saw that she had lost her gun. It was now on the ground. She looked at me, her eyes wide and for a second she looked scared.

"What now, Syd? Scared?" I taunted. She gulped but nodded slightly. I laughed. Not a fake laugh but a hearty laugh. In this moment, I felt safe. Sydney wasn't able to hurt me. I leaned back slightly, not wanting to give her any leverage. There were cops down below and the lads were safe. I felt safe. I felt happy.

"What are you going to do now? You fall off and you'll fall to your death. What did you think was going to happen, Sydney? That you would actually win? That I would die and Niall Horan would marry you? Did you actually believe that you would win?"

"Part of me did, yes. But another part thought it was becoming too easy for it to end like this. I knew something was coming." Sydney rushed out. Her hands were on the edge of her seat, and there was no way she could climb back up. She was straining to hold herself up.

"I thought it was too easy too."

"Help me. Please." Sydney whispered. I laughed. I actually laughed. Now she was begging me to help her. To help her up. I mean, she didn't have a gun. She knew she wasn't going to win. I knew she would either die or go to jail. My life would be safe. The more I mulled over it, the more I felt okay with saving her. I looked at Sydney. This girl had been my best friend. Yeah she was a back stabbing bitch who had killed my family and friends but she was practically harmless.

Did I want to save her? No. Should I save her? Possibly not. Was it the right thing to do, in my mind? Sort of. I scooted closer, and I could see she was really straining. Her left hand let go and she was hanging by her right hand. Panicking, I held on to her right hand. She looked up at me shocked.

Was I really going to save her? She threw her left hand up to me and I caught it, holding her hands. I hadn't started pulling up yet, I was still in shock of everything that had happen in the last minute or two. Was it really going to end like this? Was she really going to get away with the murders by rotting in jail?

To me, it didn't seem fair. Not to my family or friends. To me, she deserved the same death that they had gotten. In the same fashion too, but I was without a gun. I heard someone shout to me and I looked behind me shortly to see they had gotten the roller coaster unstuck and were ready to roll. I looked back at Sydney, her eyes wide and tears spilling out of them.

"Please. Just please." Sydney mouthed at me.

I looked at the mechanic, waiting for me and then I looked back at Sydney. I took a deep breath and I made my decision.

I let go.

I immediately sat back, plugged my ears, and waited. After a few seconds, I placed my arms in the seatbelts and nodded to the mechanic. They started the ride again and soon I was on the platform. I made the mistake of looking down and saw the blood on the ground, a white sheet being placed over her.

"C'mon ma'am. We need to take you to the ambulance for a check up and then questioning." A police officer escorted me.

"I'm fine though. She didn't hurt me. Not physically anyways." I mumbled the last part.

"Part of the process, ma'am." He replies politely.

"Is she dead?" I asked, looking up at him. He closed his eyes and shrugged.

"I don't know ma'am. My job was to keep an eye on you from the pl-" He was interrupted by his radio.

"Subject fell from roller coaster. Collapsed to the ground. Paramedics are checking pulse at the moment. There is a lot of blood." The officer was silent for a minute on the radio before coming back with more information.

"The subject is not dead. Just unconscious."

A/N:: What do you think? I really hope this satisfies your dream of Sydney's karma. But just know, it is so not over yet. Like Whitney said, she deserved the same death that they had gotten. In the same fashion too. Get ready. The roller coaster is about to land at the platform for the very last time.

(I just noticed how short this is! I'm sorry! I wanted to start and end the chapter like this!)

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