Um...no title.

So, um...when not hanging here and writing I try to write other stories...I have one I was hoping you could all see if it is ok.
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Cassie looked herself over in the cracked mirror of the local Sto-n-Shop bathroom, the ‘p’ in ‘stop’ had burned out long ago and the proprietor had never gotten it fixed, she let out a small sigh. Outside, Kat honked the horn to her beat up Station Wagon, “get a move on Cassie, they close soon.” Cassie pulled her black sweatshirt over her tee shirt and gave herself one last smile. She then left and hopped into the passenger seat of Kat’s car.
“You take forever you know that,” Kat said as she pulled out of the parking lot, spitting gravel at the store front, “I mean, even scaredy cat Nan didn’t take that long”. Nancy let out a small snort from the backseat, “just because I have a conscience doesn’t make me a scaredy cat.” Cassie laughed as she pulled two beers out of the glove box and handed one to Nancy. “Are we really going through with this guys? I mean…we could just go to the movies, or maybe a haunted house. My treat!” Kat shook her lovely black head, “sorry Nan-Nan, but this will be a lot more fun than any lame haunted house.” She pulled out a gun from the pocket of her hoody, a silver one whose make Cassie didn’t care to know, and flashed it in the light of passing cars. “Yep, a lot more fun.”
Cassie grinned at her over her can of beer. Kat had always been the most adventurous of the group, but that had never stopped Cassie from joining in. Katherine, or Kat, was a ‘born leader’ or at least that is what the school psychologist clamed, Nancy had always said that meant that Kat was pushy, but Cassie didn’t mind. Kat’s ideas were always good, so that made up for the fact that they always seemed to end in the three of them waking up with terrible hang-overs the next day. Infact, like always, they were up to another of Kat’s schemes.
Earlier that month they had all been sitting in Cassie’s living room, trying to think of something to do. Kat had been kind enough to raid her father’s liquor cabinet before coming over and by seven they were all pretty bad off, and that was when Kat told them of her “Big Plan”. “Okay girls, you know in Franklin they have that general store. Well, I was thinking, it is a factory town and on Friday nights the factory workers will come in and buy stuff and pay for it with their newfound wealth, which is always paid to them in one hundred-dollar bills. So, if someone was to rob that place on a Friday night…they would be rich.” Cassie and Nancy had both clapped and cheered at this, but it soon left their minds, the school “Fall Ball” was coming up after all. Not Kat though, she would keep mentioning it to them until they finally sat down together and started working it out, Kat had always been very mechanical in that way. She had excelled at those kind of classes, like tech drama, though most people thought that it was because Mr. Arthur was the best looking teacher at Columbia High, but they were wrong she was just a planner. In about a week they had it together, guns supplied once again by Kat’s loving father, and were ready to strike.
Nancy let out another snort from her place in the backseat, tearing Cassie from her thoughts, “so, what is this plan again?” “We go in, we grab the cash, flash our guns a bit, then get out. Easy peasy pumpkin peasy.” “And we don’t shoot?” “We couldn’t if we wanted to…no bullets.” Kat then proved this point by placing her gun against her own head and pulling the trigger several times. “BANG BANG BANG!” Cassie giggled at this, nearly spilling her drink. “How much further Kat?” “Hmm…my guess is about fifteen more minuets. The place will be closing by then, getting empty, perfect timing.” A grin suiting her name slipped on her lips and she took Cassie’s beer and drained the last of it, politely handing her friend back the empty can. “Thankies love.” They drove the rest of the way in silence; each had her own gun and skii mask out now, waiting for the game to begin.


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“It’s okay Nan…you’ll be fine. I promise.” It had gone wrong. Kat hadn’t checked every gun, it had gone terribly wrong.
“Cassie…it hurts…why.” Nancy coughed, blood was coming up. Cassie was now in the backseat with her, the money had taken her place, stroking Nancy’s sweat soaked face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “No Nan, your fine. We’ll get ya fixed up.” Cassie looked at Kat and whispered, “She needs a doctor.” As if Nancy wouldn’t know how badly off she was if she didn’t hear it out loud. Kat smiled at her in the rearview mirror, “and how will we do that, just walk in with her and get her ‘fixed up’. No way, we will get caught for sure if we do that.”
What did that mean? Did that mean that Kat was going to let Nancy die? Cassie took off her sweatshirt and put it over Nancy’s wound, keeping pressure was the key…right? Nancy kept moaning, she was losing contentiousness, “Nan…stay with us honey.” Cassie called.
“This is all your fault anyway Cassie,” Kat said matter-o-factly. Cassie looked up from Nancy to steal a glare at Kat, “what do you mean ‘my fault’? I wasn’t the one who checked the guns for bullets, that was you!” “Well, I didn’t think you’d try to shoot. I really only checked my gun…I thought you’d have double-checked in the very least, and who shoots a fellow ‘felon’ anyway?” Cassie looked away from Kat’s piercing green reflected gaze, she hadn’t meant to pull the trigger. Someone in the store had screamed, she was on edge anyway. This was a stupid, stupid plan. “Besides, I mean Nan would have tattled anyway. Maybe it is best.” Cassie started to feel sick, what was Kat talking like this for. Nancy was not that hurt. Maybe if she could just get the bullet out of Nancy’s stomach it would be less painful. Yeah…that sounded good! She moved her fingers toward the wound, but as she began to pull back Nancy’s shirt Nancy began to scream that it hurt to bad. “Please…. a doctor…please…” “Come on Kat, have a heart. We have to do something.” “Oh, no worries there Cassie m’dear. I have a plan, remember honey. I am always ten steps ahead of you.”
Kat pulled the car to the side of the road. “What are we doing,” Cassie looked outside at their surroundings, and for the first time noticed that Kat had been taking them in the opposite direction. The scenery around the car was a fierce looking forest, no one was probably around for miles. Kat stopped the car, turned it off, and opened her door. “Get her out Cassie,” she called over her shoulder. “But….but we shouldn’t move her. That makes it worse,” Cassie had defiantly read that somewhere. “I don’t give a rat’s, I just don’t want her to bleed on my stuff anymore. Get her out!” She said the last sentence through clinched teeth, expressing every syllable with a pound of her fist on the wagon’s roof. Cassie looked Kat over, and then followed her directions. The whole time cooing to Nancy that they would take care of her, she’d be fine.
Cassie dragged Nancy out and laid her in the gravel on the road’s shoulder, then she stepped back as Kat came over to investigate. “Nan-Nan? You still with us sweetie pumpkin?” Nancy coughed up another spray of blood in response. “Ooh…what a nasty cough you’ve got there Nancy. Well, don’t you worry…Dr. Kat is on the case!” Kat flashed a cat-ish grin at Cassie who was supposed to return it, she always had, but not tonight. Kat then left Nancy and Cassie and went back to the car for something, when she came back she had her gun in her hand, the one whose make Cassie couldn’t…wouldn’t remember. At first Cassie didn’t understand. Why did she have the gun? What point was she trying to make? Kat looked the gun over darkly, then cocked it. “Say goodnight Nan!”

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BANG! The shot heard round the world. Nancy’s blood hit cold on Cassie’s face. But why is it cold? That never occurred to her. She was too shocked to scream, to do anything. And Kat, she just stood over Nancy and unloaded. Bang, bang, bang, click…click…click. Even after it was empty she pulled the trigger
“Kat…stop. She’s dead. You killed her,” tears were falling in streams from Cassie’s eyes. Kat turned towards her, “no, I didn’t kill her Cassie. You did, you were the one who shot her first.” Kat’s voice was filled with venomous pity, “I was just giving her release from the pain you put her in. She was a goner…we both knew it.” Cassie walked backwards away from Kat, but she followed. She followed and began slowly reloading her gun with bullets she had hidden in the pocket of her jacket. “Kat, what are you doing…stop, this isn’t funny…” Kat laughed, “really? Because I am finding this to be a laugh riot.” Kat took her gun, and pointed it at Cassie’s chest. “Look Lovie, I will give you a chance. That’s more than I did for Sweet Nan. Now, I will count to ten, then I will come lookin’ for ya! Ready? Go!”
Cassie just stood there, frozen in fear and confusion.
“But…Kat?”
“One…”
“Kat wait!”
“Two…”
Cassie bolted, running through the trees blindly. She was hoping that Kat would simply turn around and take the money and go, leave her in the woods. She wouldn’t mind…wouldn’t mind at all. Cassie had actually started to believe that Kat might have done just that, but a resounding gunshot broke her hope into splintering shards.
Ready or not…Cassie ran faster, further into the forest and away from the road, away from any chance of civilization. She tripped over a fallen sapling, and kept going. She only stopped when her body made her, grabbing onto a tree for support.
“Please…oh please…”
Cassie gasped for breath behind the large oak tree she held. Tears streaked down her face, but she wouldn’t wipe them away, couldn’t, not with Nancy’s blood on her hands. It amazed her how the blood smelled, sickeningly sweet instead of like metal. She had always imagined more iron, or maybe she had read it somewhere, did it really matter? She guessed not. Cassie sank to her knees, too tired to run any further, then she heard it coming up behind her. Kat was on the prowl. Here I come…
“Cassie, where are ya? I won’t hurt you, cross my heart.” Cassie shrank further to the ground. Please, she thought, just go away.
“Caaaaasie, I know you’re here…I can smell your fear.” She then let loose a fit of giggles. She’s gone crazy, but to go crazy she would have had to first be sane…right? A twig snapped near her position and she let a gasp escape past her teeth, what a mistake!
“Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an English man,” another stream of giggles, “come on Cassie, Nan misses ya. Don’t ya want to see her again?” Kat was getting closer. She shot her gun in the air, as if making sure Cassie knew she it with her, Cassie herself had dropped her’s somewhere near the car, at least she thought that is what she did. She closed her eyes, trying to wish away this whole day.
Kat walked by her, humming to herself, but just kept going. Once she was far enough away from her, Cassie ran for it as quickly and quietly as she could. Soon she found herself on the road again, and not too far from the car either. Maybe her luck was finally kicking in. She dashed toward the car, hoping against hope that the keys were still inside. Cassie rounded her side of the car, and stopped cold in her tracks. Nancy…Nancy was gone. What had happened to her? Could she possibly still be alive? No, Kat had killed her and that was a fact, but where had she gone?
“Nancy?” Cassie turned her friend’s name into a question, which was answered by a deadly silent wind. She took that answer and walked back toward the car. She looked inside and found the keys waiting patiently in the ignition. Thank all the holy deities for that! She was walking around to Kat’s side when she heard it, Nancy’s scream.
But how, she was dead! Cassie’s brain didn’t register that or anything else, only her legs registered the direction that the scream had come from and went to follow it.
“Nancy,” she called, hoarsely at first then throwing caution to the wind and yelling full out.
“Please...answer me!” Nothing answered but a chill up her spine, which was followed by a silent click of a gun’s hammer falling into place.
“Hullo Kat!”
“Howdy Cass, whatcha doin’?”
She didn’t answer, she just waited.
“Face me Cass, I won’t let you be shot in the back. It is cruel.”
“Why…why did you do this?”
“Well kiddo, it’s because I am a ‘bee with an itch’ I suppose,” even Cassie laughed at this, a sobbing hopeless laugh.
“Come on, face me Cass.”
Cassie turned away from the trees and faced Kat, expecting the blow to happen simultaneously, and it did…but not from Kat.
Cassie faced her long time friend and looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. Kat, who she had always thought of as the strongest, smartest, and prettiest in the group seemed to be nothing more that a coward now. Cassie told her this, and she nodded her head.
“I know, I am one of those ‘people who need people’, but it could be worse.” Kat searched for words.
“You could be dead,” Cassie offered. It was Kat’s turn to do a sad laugh, and it was at this moment that Cassie realized something, she realized that Kat didn’t have her gun out.
Where did the click come from then?
White lightning hit Cassie in her stomach, causing warm pain to pass throughout her body.
Cassie fell back against a tree.
“wh..?”
Nancy stepped out from behind the tree across from her, a superior smile on her face.
“Poor Cass, you never saw it coming huh?” Nancy then threw her sweatshirt at Cassie’s feet. Underneath was a vest that Cassie knew well, it was a ‘squib vest’ full of blood packets…blood packets for plays. “See Cass, the worlds a stage, and we merely players. Just some of us get bigger parts.” Nancy then laughed, Kat did too.
“Why?” Cassie asked weakly, placing a shaking hand on her wound.
“To be honest kiddo, if it were up to me Nancy would be dead too. She was just too smart.”
“You always were a follower Cass.”
“Yeah, what a terrible habit to obtain. Anywho, if it were my choice, Nancy would have died too, but she caught me and we made plans separate from ours with you.”
“I knew you’d be jumpy, too jumpy to notice that you never really pulled the trigger. All I needed was an opportune moment. Thank goodness we had a screamer, right?”
Kat nodded in agreement, her catty smile on her face.
“But…in your favor Cass, I also knew that you would try to rescue me if you had the chance.”
Kat rolled her eyes at that bit of news, “here’s the deal though Cass, deary, since it wasn’t really fair for you we have a proposition. You wanna hear it?”
Cassie nodded sluggishly, everything seemed to be slowing down…was that bad?
“You see, Cass m’dear, Nancy shot you in the stomach. A wound to the gut like that won’t kill you for…how long Nancy?”
“About four hours give or take…unless you panic.”
“Yeah! You can’t panic Cass, if you do you die quicker. You see, our plan never ended in you dying…not really. Here’s the deal, Nancy and I are going to take the money, take the car, and take directions. Once we reach a truck stop we will make an anonymous call to the police telling them where you are. If they find you, and you are alive, you can tell them whatever you want about tonight and we will go right along with it.”
“But if you die…we get off scott-free.”
They both gave Cassie a ‘Cheshire Cat’ grin, both not-so- secretly hoping that Cassie would kick off right then. They watched her for a moment longer then, perhaps seeing that she was getting her fear under control, turned to go. Cassie watched them, longing to leave too. Before they were out of sight though, Kat turned back and walked toward Cassie.
“Here Cass, just incase,” she whispered, carefully handed Cassie her gun. Kat then stood up, gave a crisp salute, and left.
And there Cassie sat, on the cold October night, waiting for what may never come. The shot to her stomach hurt terribly, she wondered when her body would get use to this pain, she supposed never.
‘I can make it’, Cassie thought watching the sky for any sign of the hour’s change. ‘Sure I can make it, I am a strong person. This is nothing. Tomorrow I’ll be laughing about this with my’…What, friends? That was funny, a real laugh. Is it not your friends that have done this to you?
‘Who cares about them? Not me! I can make it…I have to!’
Says who honey…you did this to yourself. Even if you do make it…you will spend the next few years in jail.
“Shut up,” she screamed at the night sky, “just shut up! I don’t need this right now!”
You will have to face the music sooner or later, honey.
Cassie knew that she was right, whatever that voice inside her was, and ‘sooner or later’ was coming quick. Cassie stole a look down at her stomach, and nearly burst into tears then and there. It was worse, much worse. Apparently yelling had been a bad move. Cassie took Nancy’s sweatshirt and placed it over her stomach, keeping pressure that’s the key…right? Ha ha ha, whatever. Cassie was beginning to get tired again, which she knew was bad, but if she panicked about it that would be worse. She drowsily looked over at Kat’s parting gift, what a lovely gun! She picked it up, and looked it over inch be inch. She checked the safety and opened it to look at the bullets. But there were no “bullets” only a “bullet”.
“Why only give me one though?” she puzzled aloud, how would that help her if an animal attacked?
Because deary, you only need one. She isn’t thinking that you’d kill animals, she is thinking you would kill…you.
Cassie laughed right out loud at this, her voice bouncing off of the trees and the sky, how thoughtful right? If the pain gets to be too much Cassie, just blow your brains out! Cassie gave the gun one more look, then threw it as far as she could. She didn’t want the temptation, it would be too much soon. She knew it. Cassie settled down next to the tree, clutching her stomach and wondering if her ‘friends’ had called the police yet…if at all. On the horizon the sky was lightening, it would be day soon. Someone would find her soon, a hunter of something, they had to. Had to.

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Bitches be crazy!
And HOW can that be the end?!?

Its open ended...like B-side was...just kinda write your own.

Keep in mind though, I wrote this twisted thing when I was like...17, and before MCR or anything...what was wrong with me? hahaha