Musical Oneshots

Jared Dean?

Summary:
Complete shit

Jared kicked (actually kicked it) the front door open, followed by Connor, Evan, Alana and Zoe.

Instead of hearing the usual buzzing of the aircon and the constant tip-tapping of his mother at the computer, there were screaming voices and curses being thrown across the house, as well multiple glass objects.

Jared's faces paled as he became aware of the abnormal shouts ringing in his ears. He walked into the kitchen at a rate faster than he'd like to admit, the volume of screaming becoming louder with each step.

He pushed open the kitchen doors and was almost blown away by the volume increase.

"Mom?"

Jared's mom didn't seem to hear him, as she kept screaming with all her might.

"-A fucking cow! Why are you even here? You're meant to be dead!" She screamed at the man dressed suspiciously in all black, except for the glint or pure murder in his eyes.

"And you were meant to be mine! Veronica, just come with me, we can rule the world!"

I don't want to rule the world J.D.! I want to be innocent! I don't want to have all this blood on my conscience! You're a fucking psychopath!" Veronica was screaming, her chest was heavily moving up and down as if she had just ran a marathon.

"Me the psychopath? You're the one who broke into my house in the middle of the night!" 'J.D.' screamed back

"I was seventeen! And drunk of my ass! I should never have even talked to you at that stupid 7-11!" She took a deep breath.
"I was seventeen, and I was so fucking stupid! I thought you loved me for me! I thought that you would come to your senses! You nearly killed Heather and Martha? You fucking murdered Heather, Kurt and Ram! How does that make you anything but a psychopath!"

The man took a step forward, a red glint in his eyes visible. "Oh, come on! You didn't like them anyway." As J.D. began to advance towards Mrs Kleinman, she let out a choked scream as tears slowly fell down her face.

"I'm such an idiot!" She groaned. The man encased his hands around Jared's mom's, an empathetic look stretched over his terrifying face.

"Look, you believed it because you wanted to. Your true feeling were to icky for you to face."

Veronica's eyes practically turned red. "I did not want them dead!" She yelled, appalled.

The man scoffed. "Did too!"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did"

"Did not! Did not! Did not! Did not! Did not!"

"Mary had a little lamb! Little lamb! Little lamb!" She sang, covering her ears.

"Mom!"

Mrs. Kleinman's head immediately snapped upwards at the sound of her sons cry.

"Who the fuck is that, Ronnie." Jared's mom could barely compose herself. She found her mouth opening and shutting like a fish. "I asked you who that is!" The man's voice boomed.

"My son." She replied, looking and the ground ashamed.

"You motherfucking bitch!" Veronica cowered as his fists tightened and his feet stomped towards her.

"He's yours!"

The silence rang in the ears of all present.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Jared! I- er- well,"

"How original! Naming your kid 'Jared'. It's like you didn't want me dead in the first place!" (I said that because 'Jared' sounds like 'Jason if you're looking for something to be angry at). Jared stepped towards his mother. "I'll fucking teach you to lie to me, Veronica."

The man reached into his trench coat pocket and gripped a cylinder of sleek black metal. He whipped it out of his pocket and cocked it. He aimed it at his mother's head. As he pulled the trigger, a large weight (sorry Jared) tackles him in the side.

Veronica ran over to Jason, trying not to think about the smoking hole in her kitchen roof. Jared tried to pin the man to the ground, and in his struggle, had a gun pointed at his head.

He could feel the heat radiating from the gun being so close to his head. The man showed no signs of remorse, he was prepared to kill.

The mans fingers began to shift as he began to pull the trigger.

Jared shut his eyes.

Just as the gun fired, Veronica slammed a croquet mallet into the man's head, rendering him helpless as he toppled to the floor, unconscious.

"Jared!"

Evan and Connor ran in as soon as they heard the gunshot, and Zoe and Alana herded at the door.

Evan wand Connor were met with the horror filled sight of Jared lying on the floor, blood pouring out of his head, and making a dark red pool on the not-so pristine white tiles of the kitchen.

Jared's vision began to slowly become opaque, his view of Evan and Connor blocked by an oncoming rush of black ink.

The ringing in his ears tuned out the voices screaming for him to stay awake.

He could just hear Evan screaming, Connor yelling at Evan to stop screaming. Veronica begged her son to stay awake, shaking his shoulders as thick tears fought their way out of her eyes.

Jared's vision went black.