Mean Girl's One Shot's for us Helpless Fanpeople

I Don't Feel Any Pain

Cadnis

Title from A Little Fall of Rain from  Les Misérables, which also happens to be the inspiration for this chapter. Feedback is encouraged and fic ideas greatly appreciated!  

This chapter contains a character from another fandom.

Trigger warning for violence. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Cady and Janis were walking shoulder to shoulder through the aisle's of the grocery store, giggling or blushing or looking away as they bumped into one another. Cady clutched an empty basket in her hand and it tapped against her knee as the two walked. They had absolutely no idea what they were here to buy, as Janis had insisted they did not need to write a list. All they knew was that they needed food because their refrigerator and cabinets was empty and exams were coming up this week. Once they started, it would be miserable to try and go out with the stress of studying and classes. They knew they would not want to have to go back out during the week so what better time to prepare than now? As they wandered through the store, Janis continually pointed out to Cady that they could just get Instant Ramen and canned soup and call it quits. Cady never failed to roll her eyes at such remark, saying that they only needed one meal of each and that should at least try to eat something that was not crap.

This was not an uncommon occurrence. In fact, it happened quite often. Every weekend the two girls would go to the store while Damian was at work and get the weeks worth of groceries. The three had been roommates since they started college, renting an apartment right outside of their school's campus. On most days it was amazing. Aside from the endless supply of homework and stressful classes, they were living the dream. Sure, Janis could do without the constant nagging from Damian, telling her that she could confess her "Undying love for Caddie," but that was just a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.

Janis was suddenly pulled from her train of thought when Cady shook her arm gently. Sparks shot up her arm and her fingertips tingled as her mind came back into focus. She snapped her attention back to Cady.

"Are you alright Janis? You seemed to have zoned out there a bit," Cady's Face twisted with concern as she spoke. When Janis confirmed that she was indeed fine, she continued, "I was wondering what cereal's you think we should grab?"

Janis shrugged her shoulders before responding, "Whatever you want is fine with me, Caddie," The corners of Cady's lips turned upwards slightly at the nickname before throwing a box of whatever cereal was closest to her into the basket. The two young woman continued through the store as they brainstormed what they wanted to eat for the week. Slowly, the basket started to fill, and they made their way to the front of the store. Janis and Cady continued to laugh and talk as they neared the check-out Janis found herself glancing at Cady more and more often. She mentally cursed herself: It wasn't like Cady would just disappear!

They had almost reached the line when they heard two loud bangs, followed by some yelling and loud screams. Janis took a deep breath to calm her startled nerves. It's fine, she thought, trying to maintain reason, something probably just fell over. But to her, the loud "bang's" sounded suspiciously like gunshots. An employee walked past them briskly, heading in the direction of the noise. Janis looked over at Cady who just shrugged and set their grocery basket on the conveyor belt.

Janis quickly began unloading the basket, not quite sure where the sudden panic had come from. The shouting had stopped and there had been no further loud noises. Yet something felt off. She tried to ignore the growing sense of nervousness pooling in her stomach. She looked over at Cady again. She was perfectly fine, not a sign of worry on her face. Janis was just about to return to emptying the basket when she heard more shouting and bangs, followed by pounding footsteps headed in their direction. Her head snapped up to see a young man running in their general direction, boots pounding on the ground. He appeared to be about 50, maybe a bit younger. His hair was dark, and he wore a long coat. A backpack was slung over his shoulder, bulging with stolen goods. His hands had visible blood splattered on them.