Stalker ||fillie||

Chapter 10

A/N again, more shit going down, sorry, intense few chapters

~WARNING~ depictions of violence...and angst, plenty of that  :(

Chris burst out of the trailer and spied Millie kneeling on the ground only a few meters away. "Hey Millie, come back inside, and we can finish what we started," he said, starting to make his way towards her, knife in hand. She stood up still holding her stomach, trying to stop the blood, first falling sideways against the outside of another trailer, then slowly trying to get away. He knew he didn't have to hurry, just watching her stumble every few feet he knew he could easily catch her. But he was suddenly knocked off his feet, tackled to the ground by a bleeding Finn.

"Go Millie" he said hoarsely.

She half turned and saw Chris stab Finn, first in the shoulder, then in the leg, "Finn" she said weakly.

As she said it Chris's head snapped her way, "no Millie, Finn can't save you, look at him, pathetic." She looked at Finn laying on the ground, blood, so much blood. "You're mine Millie, and unless you come with me now then I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt you some more. If I can't have you then nobody can." With that final statement he stood up painfully, but with purpose.

Instinct told her to run, but her body couldn't comply. He walked towards her but felt something on his ankle, Finn was still trying to save her, crawling across the ground he had grabbed Chris's ankle and tried to pull him back, but it was no use, Chris just kicked out and caught his head. In a fit of rage, forgetting her fear, forgetting her wound, spurred on by sheer adrenaline, Millie jumped on his back, hitting him repeatedly, trying to save Finn from any more harm. He tossed her off easily. Furious with her he grabbed her by the throat and, practically lifting her off the ground, pushed her hard against a wall. "Are you fucking serious Millie? I told you what would happen, and now you'll have to pay. We could have been something special Millie and you fucked it up, you...are you ready?" he whispered into her ear. She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the inevitable. He took his knife pausing for a second to shake his head and tutted "what a waste," before plunging it into her again.

Finn watched helplessly as he stabbed her, he'd never forget the look on her face. The world was moving in slow motion when he saw Charlie and Joe running into view and take Chris down. He could hear shouting, but the sounds were muffled, like from the bottom of a pool, he couldn't process what was happening any more. He just kept looking at Millie, lifeless on the ground, the dark red liquid spilling, spreading out from her body. He reached out his hand, trying to reach her, but he couldn't move, "Millie..." he cried.

"Finn! Finn!" Suddenly the world sped up again to normal speed, he looked up to see Matt, Caleb and Gaten around him, pressing his wounds to stem the blood flow. He felt little pain, just an overwhelming tiredness. "Stay awake, Finn, medics are coming, just keep listening to my voice" said Matt, trying to sound calm but looking anything but. Finn could see them glancing over to where Millie was, he tried to see himself but they stopped him, "try and keep still, ok?"

Matt looked over to his brother, who was by Millie, their eyes met and Ross shook his head almost imperceptibly. He looked back down at Finn, "try and keep still, ok?" not wanting Finn to see, not wanting him to suffer any more.

David ran over to Millie, "where are the fucking medics?" he shouted. Sadie, Natalia, and Gaten were already trying to stem the blood flow, but they didn't know what else to do. He gently rolled Millie onto her back "Jesus Christ" he said, noting how her shirt was completely sodden with blood. He felt for a pulse and found none. "She's not breathing, I can't find a pulse" he said. Oh my god, what do I do... He started chest compressions, trying to get her heart beating again, providing her breaths for her, he kept going for an eternity it seemed to him, until the teams of medics showed up and set to work on the injured.

Finn stayed awake, afraid if he gave in to sleep he'd never see her again, as if he was staying awake, staying alive, for the both of them. The medics hooked him up to a drip to maintain his fluids, give him pain relief, and medication, they put a mask over his face to ensure he was receiving enough oxygen for his reduced blood volume to supply his body. He didn't know it, but he was categorised as critical but stable, expected to survive. Millie was a different story.

She'd lost a huge amount of blood and her body had crashed, unable to sustain itself. The medics put pressure bandages over the wounds, trying to stem the blood, but her internal injuries were making it almost impossible. They used a pump to manually breathe for her and carried on the chest compressions, while another medic charged the defibrillator, ready to shock her heart into beating again. "Clear," the medics pulled back while the defibrillator was applied. Her back arched off the ground from the shock, but no beat. They upped the charge, "clear!" Again, no beat. "Clear!"

Finn looked over to see her body arch again, the medics checking her over. This is what tipped him over the edge, he couldn't help it, it wasn't even crying, instead guttural sounds escaped from his mouth, sounds of utter pain and loss and guilt given a voice. He started to struggle, with what little energy he had left, he wanted to be by her side, tell her to come back to him, tell her he was sorry for not protecting her like he promised, for letting her down when it counted most. "Finn...Finn! Stop struggling!" He couldn't hear anything but the whine of the defibrillator charging, and the noise it made upon discharge. The medics had to sedate him for his own safety, the last thing he saw was Millie, unresponsive, dead.

Other cast members were just stood around, holding each other, some crying, most in silent shock.

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