Leather Jacket [Discontinued]

Chpater One

"Kurt! Look!"

Elise pointed to a store, which someone was attempting to open the window of. She and Kurt had been out for a walk in the moonlight.

The man turned and saw them, attempting to open the window much faster. Eventually he just smashed it open, climbing inside.

"Come on!" She called over her shoulder, running towards the store.

Kurt pulled out his phone and dialed 911, trying to get her to stop. "Elise, we're in high school! Stop!" He yelled after her.

She didn't, and he told the operator all the important information quickly before Elise could get hurt.

He ran to the building, trying to catch sight of her. It was hard- the lights were off, her jet-black hair and leather jacket blended right in.

"Elise!" He yelled, afraid to get too close. "Elise, get out of there!"

The police eventually pulled up, heavily armed. There had been a robber in Lima recently, they weren't about to let him get away. He had hurt- some to the point of death- multiple people.

A figure appeared in the window, and one of the newer cops who was extremely nervous shot immediately. The bullet sailed right through the open window, directly hitting the person's head.

There was a moment where the tense atmosphere lightened, until they saw a figure escaping through the window. The cops immediately rushed after it, and Kurt's heart dropped and shattered.

They hadn't hit the thief.

He ran over to the shop, a mistake knowing what waited there. Through the window, he could see Elise. Still, lifeless...

He couldn't even describe it. He couldn't comprehend it. There was a hole. A hole, in her head.

And blood.

He shook his head, mouthing soundlessly as he backed away slightly.

Eventually the cops came back, having caught the thief. He was still numb.

"Young man, what are you-" One of the cops began to ask, before stopping. He saw her.

"HENDERSON! GET OVER HERE!" The man roared, sounding purely angry. A man walked over, looking a bit afraid.

"Yes, sir?"

The man grabbed him by the shoulders, facing him towards the window. "What do you see?"

The man gulped. "A girl, sir."

"Wrong. This is a result of when someone is a trigger-happy shooter and doesn't look before they shoot. A teenage girl, her whole life ahead of her, dead at her hand. How does that feel, Henderson?"

The man couldn't even answer, horrified.

"You're fired. Pack up your gear and leave. And don't think nobody will hear about this." The man hissed, shoving him back over to the cars.

He turned to Kurt, expression softening. "Your friend, I take it?"

Kurt nodded, walking over to the door of the store. Ironically, it was unlocked.

"Young man, what are you doing?" The cop asked him.

Kurt didn't answer, walking over to Elise. He kneeled next to her, seeing her absolute stillness.

Slowly and carefully, he took the leather jacket off of her. It was the only jacket she ever owned, she wore it constantly.

It was absolutely spotless, not a speck of dirt or blood on it. He pulled it on, as if it could warm him from the cold emptiness he felt.

It did, a bit. It was comforting. He had worn her jacket before, when he was cold and she'd tell him to put it on. It was like those days that would never happen again were that much realer.

Unable to take it, Kurt walked out of the store.

"Young man, would you like a ride?" The officer asked.

"Her name is Elise Smith, daughter of Henry Smith and Lyla Smith. They should know immediately. I'll walk." He responded tonelessly, starting off down the street. He didn't want a ride. He wanted nothing to do with the police.