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writer-of-various · 3 years

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New Obsession

The Trickster/Nancy Wheeler

Overhearing two killers talk about a survivor he never encountered before, Ji-Woon sets out to seek this survivor. He is thrilled to know that Nancy Wheeler is his newest obsession.

Ji-Woon awoke to the incoherent grunts from Bubba and Max. It was like this every other estimated week and all the other survivors, excluding him, have gotten used to it. He was still "new" and therefore got agitated easily when ut comes to the other killers distrupting his sleep. He usually got around six hours of sleep and he usually woke up energized, ready to bathe in those pesky survivors' blood and relinquish in their cries and screams. So he ignored the bickering two and arose from his surprisingly comfortable single bed and went to get ready. He wanted to look the best for his audience, as always.

Ji-Woon chose his black trench coat, one side plain and the other decorated with dots. He laced up his black boots and grabbed his bladed bat, the only with a dark blue and green colour pattern. Deeming his hair good enough, he left his cabin that he thankfully doesn't need to share and went to the campfire. He saw Sally, Evan, Phillip, Max, Bubba, Amanda, and Danny stationed around the fire, talking to one another. Well, once again, arguing for Bubba and Max. Rin, Adiris, and Anna were attempting to communicate with one another. The Blight was scribbling on a small patch of dirt near his cabin, making grunts and weird hissing noises once in while. The Legion were talking amongst themselves. The rest of the killers were no where to be found.

"Hmm, they are probably in their "homes". Or cabins. Whatever." Ji-Woon thought, walking over to what he considers his friends. Amanda Young and Danny Johnson. He liked Amanda because of her bossy yet calm attitude, and also because she is quite the pretty one. He liked Danny because of stealthy and intelligent he is, seeking interest in his stories from the real world.

"Hello my good friends. What are you talking about?" Ji-Woon greets with a smug smile, sending a wink over to Amanda who rolled her eyes.

"Well we were talking about a survivor. But I don't know if we should tell you about them" Amanda says haughtly, sitting down on a log. Danny nodded, his mask on and barely off his face. Ji-Woon kept telling himself he'll take care of that soon.

"Aw, why not? I heard most stories of my audience. What's so special about this one?" He whined, but never begged. Danny sighed, seeming to be annoyed.

"You never had a trial with her, surprisingly" Danny says lowly, voice never muffled from the mask. Ji-Woon perked up, eyes sparkling.

"So it's a she? What's her name. What does she look like? Is she beautiful? How does she sound?" "God you're a creep..." Amanda cut in, glaring at Ji-Woon with a warning glance.

"Nancy Wheeler" once the name was said, Frank Morrison arrived in a heartbeat, standing beside Ji-Woon and ignoring the shouts of complaint from the other Legion members. He glared at the three, shoulders squared and bandaged hands clenched into fists. Ji-Woon hummed, a playful smile forming.

"If he weren't small I would probably back off. But he's just too adorable"

"Why are you talking about her?" Frank barks out, crossing his arms over his chest. Danny made a sound and walked over to Frank, wrapping a arm around the younger boy's shoulders.

"And why do you care so much, Franky?" Danny growled out, causing shivers to run down everyone's backs. Frank scoffed, pushing Danny away and moving more towards Amanda, who had stood up. Ji-Woon sighed, swinging his bat and coughing to get the attention back on him.

"Excuse me but I was asking. I have never had a trial with this Nancy and I am curious to know why Danny and Amanda are gossiping about her. What's so special?" Evan seemed to hear because he walked over menacingly. He stationed himself between Frank and Amanda, his breathing deep yet hitched. Like he was...scared.

"The day Nancy Wheeler came to the realm is the day the Fighters were formed. The Fighters consist of Meg, Nea, Tapp, Yui, Jane, Bill, Steve, and Nancy. Meg and Nea were mostly the leaders and the ones who faught the fifiercest prior to the arrival of Nancy and Steve. God, I dont know who's worst. Both are bodyguards, sneaky, and bitchy to us killers. But Meg has more respect to Sally and Amanda, for some odd reason. Anyways, when Nancy came with her little...perks as we call them, she also came with a fearless attitude. She is strong and stubborn, always seeking to bring justice and avenge her friends who have fallen. Now those three run the group. Nancy has gotten better with tricking us and has brought her team to victory many times. God, she's small but fucking scary" Evan explained, shuddering at the end. Ji-Woon was perked up with interest, wanting more, to hear more stories. He loved a fight. He loved a strong woman.

Soon enough, the fog thickened and darkened and Ji-Woon grinned with anticipation. He had a wonderful feeling in his gut and he knew he'll meet Nancy Wheeler soon enough.

Lampkin Lane

Ji-Woon awoke as the Trickster in the turf of Michael Myers' home. He let out a breathy laugh and began his patrol on the generators, starting with the closest to him. He searched around corners and went inside the empty homes. No sight of his temporary audience.

He made his way to the farthest generator and as he got closer, the sounds of the generator being repaired caught his attention. He jogged over, giggling at the sight of the country girl, Kate Denson. She stood and made a gesture, running off. He saw three other figures run off but couldn't catch a glimpse of their faces.

"Aw well, Kate is quite an easy target"

Ji-Woon was correct. Kate seemed to be slacking in energy, since he downed her barely a minute in the chase. She quietly cried out when he lifted her up and threw her on a hook. When she looked at him, he saw the dark bags under her eyes. But he was merciless and hummed an old tune at her misfortune.

He went off to the main house, swinging his bat as Jake jumped from the upper floor window. He heard the generator being repaired still and ignored Jake, going inside and up the creaky stairs. Thankfully they were silenced by the generator and Ji-Woon was surpsied to see a new survivor. Her back was to him and she was wearing a pink cardigan and black pants. He took a step towards her but was overcome with surprise when she stood and pushed past him, jumping from the window in the other room. Ji-Woon growled and followed suit, taking out his blades and began to throw them at her, with half attaching to the target. He laughed at the sight of Jake unhooking Kate and that brawler, David, running over with a first aid kit. He threw the remaining of his blades at the three, putting Jake in a dying state and David into a injured state. Kate managed ro run off.

"Ha, stupid girl" he whispered, grabbing Jake. He threw him on the same hook that previously held Kate and left the hanging man, following the fainting blood trails. He heard low grunts and feminine whimpers and seeked them out. He ended up not finding the two and Jake was unhooked. He knew they were all healed and he was angry. Ji-Woon stormed over to a locker and grabbed two handfuls of his neon blades, grinning and stuffing them into the holsters hidden by his coat. Two loud chimes went off and Ji-Woon immediately went to work looking for the four survivors. He wasn't going to let her get away.

Two more repaired generators later and Ji-Woon had sacrificed both Kate and Jake. David and was he presumed Nancy were the only two left and they were sneaking around. He was getting agitated, searching the lockers and houses and basement. No sign on the two. He patrolled the remaining three generators, each never having a single process on them. This went on for what seemed like hours until Ji-Woon caught sight of a black faded jacket.

"David King..." Ji-Woon mentally prided himself on as he jogged over to David, unleashing his blades and began throwing them. David growled, attempting to run off. Blades piecered and bounced off his back and arms and legs, each sting and slice. He became injured and it thrilled Ji-Woon into his Main Event. The blades flew quicker and harder and in a few seconds, David fell to his knees in defeat. Ji-Woon laughed hysterically, lifting up David and grabbing a spare blade. He dug it into the man's spine, eliciting a loud, painful scream from his victim. He dragged David to a hook, tossing the more well built man onto the bloody hook. David screamed once more, his cries making Ji-Woon sigh contently. He walked off when the Entity's "spider legs" were summoned, chuckling at the grunts of David's struggling. He than watched from the house across, grinning when he saw Nancy catiously walk over. Curtain call.

He vaulted over the window and made his way over in a run, managing to grab Nancy from the back of her pink cardigan. She yelped in surprise, kicking her feet wildly. David gasped out a feeble,

"Bugger off, ye piece of shit!" But it only applied more adrenaline to Ji-Woon, who threw Nancy to the ground. She stared up at in both awe and fear, her pretty eyes wide and full of broken youth. He both loved and despised it.

"You must be Nancy, huh?" Ji-Woon spoke, kneeling down to her current height. Nancy raised her leg and kicked Ji-Woon right in the jaw, earning a growl from said man and a final, choked laugh from David, who was than taken.

"Last survivor. Hatch." Was what ran through Nancy's mind as she stood up in a flash and took off in a sprint faster than her own. She has to thank Meg again.

Ji-Woon laughed, recovering from the stunt and following the young girl, taking out his blades and reluctantly began throwing them at Nancy. He will never regret it. Her voice was literal music to his ears. Her shrieks and whimpers and small grunts. He entered his Main Event for the third time this trial and with his last blade, he knocked down Nancy. His strides over to her were rushed, falling to her side and turning her over, minding the attached blades.

"I don't want to hurt you, Nancy. But you ran away. You won't do that no more in our next encounters," the whispers of the hatch nearby caughy both their attention, "Don't disobey me and you'll be treated with more respect, my angel." Ji-Woon lifted up Nancy, cradling her to his chest like she was the princess and he the prince. He led her to the hatch, helping her down. She was quite shorter than him, about five inches. It was an only chance...

Ji-Woon leaned down and captured Nancy's lips in a chaste kiss. He stepped away and nodded, watching as the dazed girl jumped through the hatch.

"Goodbye, Nancy Wheeler..."

...

When Nancy arrived back to the campfire, David and Steve both rushed over, the former grabbing Nancy by her shoulders.

"God lass, ye okay?" David questioned. Steve pushed him aside and engulfed Nancy into a tight embrace. Nancy forced a smile, wishing for her mind to return to it's numb state. She didn't like the rushing thoughts and unanswered questions.

"I'm okay Steve. I'm going to walk around for a bit, okay?" Nancy says softly, pulling away from the comforting warmth of her best friend and ex. Steve looked unsure but nodded, letting David led him back to the makeshift seats around the fire. Nancy watched them, tears rising than falling. She didn't like this new killer and her gut was warning her of something. Just what?

"Goodbye for now...you damn Trickster"

#dead by daylight #dbd the trickster #dbd nancy #dbd fanfic #nancy wheeler #ji woon hak #david king #steve harrington #kate denson

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thosebizzareserpents · 3 years

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Augusta Longbottom sat with Andromeda Tonks. Augusta knew the younger woman's pain all too well. Both lost their loved ones to war.

Augusta's youngest brother Neville Bulstrode I was killed at the end of Gellert Grindelwald's War.

Her nieces Wakana Bulstrode died and Folashade Bulstrode was greivously wounded in the Battle of Exmoor. Her son and daughter-in-law, Frank and Alice were tortured into insanity shortly after the First Wizarding War's end.

During the course of the Second Wizarding War Andromeda's husband Edward Tonks was killed in the Forest of Dean evading Snatchers.

Her daughter and son-in-law, Nymphadora and Remus were killed in the final battle of the Second Wizarding War.

Augusta had raised her only grandchild Neville and now Andromeda would raise Edward or as he was affectionately called Teddy.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Augusta spoke.

"I would like for you and Teddy to accompany me to my maiden house the Bulstrode Villa this afternoon."

"Also a good fresh air will do you some good."

Andromeda was surprised. She didn't know the older woman was a Bulstrode by birth. Andromeda eyed her warily and agreed.

Augusta wasn't someone you could easily say no to either.

Andromdea freshened up Teddy up and bundled him in his coat.

The Longbottom matriarch sent a patronus message ahead. The trio used the floo, and appeared in a grand entrance.

Augusta motioned to a young girl that was around Harry, Hermione, and Ron's age. The older witch called her Millicent. Millicent was accompanied by another, it was Andromeda's younger sister Narcissa.

"Cissy?"

"Andy?"

Narcissa looked just as confused Andromeda did.

It had been just a weeks earlier that they met for tea.

Augusta cough and interrupted the sisters short reunion.

"There is someone that wants to meet the both of you."

They were escorted to a large sun room. There were portraits of two witches who were all to familiar to Andromeda and Narcissa.

Another pair of sisters from the House of Black, Cassiopeia and Dorea. The two painted women looked haughtly at their great-nieces. Dorea especially eyed Narcissa with much disdain.

In between the portraits sat an elderly and yet regal woman. She was not painted and very much alive. Next to her was a black and white photograph, of a young man in rugby attire, signed Marius B. It didn't move like magical photographs.

There was tea and refreshments laid out on the table.

"Come in now don't dawdle."

Augusta removed her signature Gainsborough hat and bowed.

"Lady Violetta, here are Andromeda Tonks and Narcissa Malfoy as requested."

"Violetta!?" Andromeda and Narcissa were both taken aback.

"As in Violetta Black? There has to a mistake?"

"Our great-grandmother passed away in 1946 three years after her husband Cygnus."

"Aunt Burga told us." Narcissa exclaimed.

"This is why you are in the mess you're in, because you lot listened to Pollux's daughter as if she were Morgan Le Fay herself." Dorea pointed at Narcissa.

"If I wasn't a portrait I'd ring that pale goose neck of yours!"

Narcissa eyes widened, she shrank back into Andromeda.

Dorea Black, their great-aunt had married into the Potter family, her husband Charlus Potter. Dorea was a relative of Harry Potter.

"Here I am in the in flesh."

Violetta picked up a teacup not taking her eyes off of her great-granddaughters.

You two have survived a great deal." "Who'd imagine the Princess Constellation and the Little Daffodil as the last ones standing."

Cassiopeia clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

"Does one have to dutiful follow her husband even in death?" Majority of the wives of House Black outlived their husbands and gained a much needed peace of mind."

Isn't that right mother?"

Violetta cut her eyes to her youngest daughter's portrait.

"Dorea voiced raised. "So now little Cissy decides she doesn't want to be apart of the heard! "Now she has her own thoughts, now she has a mind of her own that came apparently far too late!"

"Stop it." Andromeda stood firmly.

Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow. "You're defending her?" Letting bygones be bygones? Oh little princess, you are far to kind."

"You know the three you always reminded me of another trio of sisters from our family. Callidora, Cedrella, and Charis."

"Except the roles are reversed. Cissa here is just like Callidora who was the eldest and Bellatrix takes the role of Charis the youngest of the three don't you agree Rea?"

"Oh yes Pia."

"Charis was a madwoman she just hid it better, politics was her vice. Oh the bodies she buried for the Ministry." Narcissa, you knew her grandson, Bartemius Crouch Jr. quite well I presume?" Dorea shook her head in disgust.

"I -

"Cassiopeia scoffed. "What now? Kneazle got your tongue?"

Violetta held up a hand. "Girls that's enough calm yourselves."

"Andromeda, Narcissa please sit down."

"We have two more guests that will be joining us shortly and then we shall start.

Their great-grandmother's voice was stern.

Andromeda and Narcissa looks at each other, they felt like little girls back at 12 Grimmuald Place. The two huddled together on a sofa. Andromeda was still holding Teddy.

"May I see the little one? Violetta's voice softened."

Andromeda got up and sat beside her and gently passed her grandson to her great-grandmother.

How old is he?"

"He'll be two years old in three months."

"Teddy reached out and touched Violetta's robes his hair turning a shade of magenta."

"Oh my! He is a metamorphagus like my father-in-law's aunt and uncle, Alexis and Eduardus. Even Misapinoa and Iola had children that were meta-wix as well."

Really? exclaimed Andromeda. "My Dora was a metamorphagus as well."

"Of course it is an inherited trait after all. There is a great deal you two don't know about the older generations of House Black."

"Well only what you all have been told."

There was a soft knock on the door. It was Millicent again.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Black and Mrs. Prewett have arrived."

Augusta got up. "I'll escort them in."

Mrs. Black? If their great-grandmother was still alive then who else? Narcissa looked at questionably at Cassiopeia and Dorea. The two remained silent.

Violetta continued to play with Teddy.

Andromeda thought of Molly and her grand-aunts but their maiden name was Prewett and this was a "Mrs."

Narcissa and Andromeda gasped as they looked toward the doorway.

"Melania, Lucretia good to see you." Violetta nodded.

Melania Black (née MacMillan) was the grandmother of their late cousins Sirius and Regulus Black. She had been married to Arcturus Black III.

Andromeda looked up at the portaits as another woman crossed over into Cassiopeia's frame.

Lucretia Black. She was Sirius and Regulus aunt. Aunt Walburga's cousin and sister-in-law. Lucretia also just happened to be Molly Weasley's aunt by marriage as well.

Melania stood in front of Narcissa, she turned and frowned at Andromeda. She didn't seem to be pleased with either one of them.

A tense moment of silence.

"How about we we take Teddy to the to front gardens for a bit of playtime and snacks. And you all can catch up. I've got bubbles!" Millicent nervously interjected.

Narcissa looked at her son's former housemate with pleading eyes.

Teddy excitedly clapped his hands. "Oh Grammy bubbles!"

"Alright you can go" Andromeda tightly smiled.

Augusta and Millicent stepped out of sunroom with Teddy quietly closing the door behind them. Leaving the witches of House Black alone.

"Oh shit, Aunt Gussy."

"Oh shit is right." Augusta exhaled.

"Oh shit" Teddy repeated giggling.

"Damn it, I left my hat."

Millie shook her head, "I'm not going back in there."

"That's fair."

#augusta longbottom #andromeda tonks #narcissa malfoy #millicent bulstrode #violetta bulstrode #i started seeing the similarites between augusta and andromeda #i dont know if that was intentional or not?#melania macmillan #lucretia black #lucretia prewett #melania black #the black family reunion #after the second wizarding war #after the war

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mka1098 · 3 years

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My Love is God

My Love Is God

Veronica x JD modern AU

Rating: M

Warnings: swearing; death; murder; depictions of violence and blood; mentions of sociopathy and insanity; sex

I have a couple of things to explain about this AU because it’s a bit confusing. This is also gonna be a mess since I’m trying something new here.

Backstory: JD and Veronica met in the lunchroom of their senior year when JD moved to her school. They met in a 7-11 and he was drawn to her and she didn’t push him away. They made close friends and he was so utterly in love with her. JD admitted his family problems to her and a lot of the deranged thoughts in his head. Veronica loved him a lot so she calmed him down and took him to therapy. It took time but he began to control his bloodlust and anger issues. Being 18, he moved out of his father’s house and found an apartment nearby Veronica’s home. JD became a normal teenager, more troubled than most but never wanted to do anything like bomb the school again. Veronica was his lifeline. She had saved him and helped him and he knew that. He fought his dangerous tendencies and continued going to therapy. One day, Veronica got into a huge fight with her best friend, Heather Chandler, who wanted her to get with one of the college boys at her party. It ends with them no longer being friends and Veronica humiliates Heather but reveals that Heather was too scared to even get close to kissing the college guy she was with. Heather is angered by this and hatches a plan to kill Veronica; she succeeds. And JD has just found out.

Go easy on me please; it’s my first time writing present tense and I’m very lost

My Love Is God

Heather Chandler hums to the mirror in her locker. Powdering her face during the passing period between the 4th and 5th period had become a regular affair. Her face got so oily; what a treacherous look would it be if people saw her face shiny? Biting her lip, Heather adjusts the red scrunchie in her hair. Ram has previously mussed it up in class and if not for her reputation; she’d rip hima new asshole.

“Heather.” A voice calls behind her. Her eyes roll back in annoyance; who the hell thought that they were good enough to address her?

“What in god’s name, do you want.” She says with bite in her voice. Her view catches on a darkened teen-boy. His long trenchcoat looked solely out of fashion and terrible for the nice summer weather. Her nose crinkled at his look. Face nearly covered up to the eyes, the boy stares directly at her. His dark brown eyes narrow into slits.

“I’d like to take this outside.” He says with a dead tone. Heather’s eyes roll. What was the point of entertaining some idiot’s needs?

“Look, I don’t give a fuck about what you like. I have people to attend to, so unless you have an upper. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” She snaps. His expression remains unfazed, much to her annoyance. He was supposed to cower and fade into the background. What a \\\ douche. She fluffs her ponytail and steps out away from her locker.

“If that’s what it will take.” He calls after her. Heather spins around, glaring at him harshly. If this kid was kidding, she was going to end him. Heather puts out her hand, accepting the offer. “One the condition… we take this outside.” He continues. His stare was burning into hers. Heather inwardly scoffs at that, she had a harsh look and didn’t appreciate anyone matching it.

Heather breaths in but finally caves. She was fresh out and in need. “Fine.”

The teen doesn’t say much to her on the way; he was taking long, stiff strides. His arms and hands were clenched into fists. Heather had become a master of reading body language. This boy had a plan, but clearly, was unsure about it. Heather spoke not a word. Her eyes scan over him like a hawk. His appearance did merit a reliable product, that was for certain. That terrible coat would be great for cover.

“Where are you taking me?” Heather demands. It had registered that she had not a clue his name minutes prior however, she knew better than to act like a fool and ask like a child. “I have places to be after this. Do not, make me late. You will regret up.” Heather says haughtly, giving no empty promises.

He stops suddenly, their surroundings were empty streets and a 7-11 in only the visible future. Heather growls harshly under her breath. “You want to know where we are? We’re here. Where it all began.” He spoke in a low tone. It was slightly raspy and very attractive if she were to be honest. Heather’s perfected blonde brow rose.

“I know your plan. I catch on quick. I get it, I’m hot, I’m a heather. I’m the Heather. If you want a quickie I take them in a closet. You’re just extra.” Heather says in a cackling tone. If only the other Heather were here; they’d love the show of embarrassing a loner.

The boy’s expression began to morphe, not into embarrassment, not into fluster, not even impression. Instead, his hand reaches up to the hood and it tugs the fabric down behind him. “I’m not interested in fucking you.” He says in a deadpan tone. Heather laughs in a wicked way. This boy was stupid, sure but amusing as well.

“That’s cute.” She says, putting on a seductive smirk. The boy scowled at her.

It was now she could see his features; somewhere in her mind, there was a face match. Perhaps his father was a movie star? His hair was messy and long; skater boy hot indeed. His jaw, sharp as ever. Wide nose, but not bad. His face sure matched his voice.

Heathers tsks approvingly. “I get what I want though. Don’t hold back.” She winks at him. He frowns harder.

“I’d like to talk to you about someone.”

Heather licks her lip. “Enlighten me.” Her voice having now a delicate flare to it.

The boy glares at her. “Veronica Sawyer.” He says in a harsh tone.

Oh. Her. She was a nuisance, to say the least. Heather sighs heavily and rolls her eyes. “Do we have to? Her funeral was last month. It’s kinda overrated.” She says mindlessly. His face tightens.

“You were the last to see her alive.” He accuses her. Heather’s eyes roll again; God, why he about Veronica? Heather was a hot bitch and in front of him. Besides, Sawyer was being a pain in the ass, not the mention a huge snitch.

“Not really The hospital medics took her in. They didn’t let me in.” Her lips purse into a pout. “It was unfortunate. I tried to warn her from stepping into the road. The cars were going oh so fast.”

The boy snarled at her. “Don’t act so innocent. You hated her. You were friends and then you hated her.”

Heather gasps dramatically. Sure it was suspicious but she had been playing it off so well! “How dare you! Do you even know how traumatic that was? Watching even ex, your best friend die! The therapy has finally stopped my self-blame.” Heather defends.

“Don’t even try and think that act works on me.” He growls.

Heather let out a high-pitched sobbed. “Why do you-”

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He shouts at her. Heather steps back in shook. That was unexpected.

“I know you killed her.” a finger shoves into her vision. “I know because she was so scared of going. But she went anyway because goddamnit she just had to see the best in people and hope for the best. She went because she wanted things to be just a bit more okay with you guys. But she was so scared, she knew you were going to do something; I knew you were gonna do something. You pushed her in front of that car. And I know you cackled like a fucking witch while doing it.” The boy’s mouth sprouts word afterword; his fury was increasing more and more in the most obvious way.

Heather racks her brain. Who was he? Why did he talk to Veronica? That girl only had two other friends after Heather let go of… oh… ohhhhhh.

“So what.” She says with danger. “You as her pretty little boyfriend is now going to cry about it? Get over it, she was no big thing. I’m sure the sex wasn’t that good to miss it. We’re all long past; catch up.” Heather steps forward, her intimidation factor went higher and higher up. “Calm your tits JD. No one else is worried. Learn to read a room.”

JD’s face explodes into angry. “You dumb bitch. You’ve never cared for a single person in your life, have you? Well, let me tell you this. We were in love. So in love. She was the best person on this shithole we call earth. Veronica saw only the best and fixed anything she could. She never turned away from someone who needed help. She fixed me. She stayed with me. And you took the brightest light away.”

Heather let out a huge laugh. “Wow, dramatic. Definitely her little plaything. Love is overrated. She’s not anything anymore. Get past yourself and find a new slut.” She says with amusement. “Be glad she died painlessly. That was the best gift I could give her. Well, painless after she was dragged across the street, but still.” Her laugh fluffed and sugared; JD didn’t seem to apparatus it. How rude.

“She hated you. She pitied you. She almost wanted to take you to therapy like me. But in the end, she decided you weren’t even worth the effort.” JD says darkly. Heather’s expression quickly shut down. Had she heard him correctly.

“Very funny joke.” She attempts her easy-going tone of voice but the slip-up didn’t pass him by. His mouth twists into a grin.

“Denial. Now you know how it feels. Rejection, you’re getting a lot of frists today. Congratulations princess of the fucking school.” JD’s voice echoes all around her. Coated in a thick layer of sarcasm and condensation, he spits it out at her. “Veronica felt sorry for you. That’s why she joined your little club. Sorry for the little princess who no one really cared about. She thought, maybe I can help her. But you want to know what happened? She met you and realized… what mattered? Certainly not you. Why else did you think she took Duke to the doctors? Duke was meant enough to the world to be fixed and now she’s all brand new. Mcnamara got a personality, kinda. But Veronica thought anyone worth it, was. Too bad that wasn’t you.” His wicked smirk sears her eyes.

“You’re bullshit,” Heather growls. He laughs; the sound is demented.

“Am I? Or am I right?” He continues his speech. “My Veronica wanted to help people. She did. She helped me, she saved me. She saved Martha, Duke, everyone. Just not you. You’re not going anywhere. Everyone knows… don’t you?”

His words pound into her head. Like in a small tunnel, they echo and get louder. “Shut up.” She snaps weakly. Her ears were about to bleed. Her head began to scream. How long had it been going on? The looks; the pitying looks? The laughs, the condescending laughs that she should have been the one making. She was the queen of the school; she was going to the top of the world. Did everyone think she’d melt to the bottom? “Shut up!” JD’s voice didn’t stop. Their pace; increased. The volume; skyward.

“Veronica would have been here to tell me to stop; to tell me to go home. She would have said, breath a little and remember me. Her hand would have touched my shoulder and slowly she would walk me home and talk about anything she could do to help. She would have cleared my mind, given me my meds, and sang a song terribly to ground me. Veronica would have been here. But she’s not. Actually, even if was alive, she’d wouldn’t do anything of that. She’d probably dance around with me with a smile on her face saying, babe you’re doing great..” JD’s voice became mixed with wicked, deranged laughter. Like her own evil cackles, but much, much worse. The insane glint in his eyes was terrifying.

She sucks in a breath; one final one to perceive her dignity, her pride. “Veronica this. Veronica that. For the love of god, she’s DEAD! She doesn’t matter anymore, you fucking jac- oof” Heather fell forward. Had he punched her in the stomach? What a weirdo! Heather went to take in a breath, only to find she couldn’t. What the fuck? The pain was there in her body; it was growing exponentially fast. Her eyes trailed down and oh- oh- oh holy mother of fucking shit!

“DID YOU FUC-” She not longer had the ability to speak; not when there was a knife sticking out of her body. JD’s eyes stare down the crumbling girl.

His face, wide with a grin.

His hands, perfectly clean.

His insanity bared itself to the world.

“You fucking psychopath.” She growls her last words. The red liquid was leaving her body fast.

JD remains unfazed. His deaden look, his empathy free eyes. “Sociopathic tendencies, actually. Diagnosed. They’re actually not that dangerous. This? This the anger-management issue at work.” He smiles. “This is what it feels like on the other side of the killing.” He crouches down to meet her face to face. Heather musters the strength to growl.

“What do you... want me to say? Dear diary? My teenage angst bullsh- bullshit now has a body count?” She snarls back. JD laughs.

“No.” His voice, dark as ever. “You’ve never loved a person in your life clearly. And no one has ever loved you, not a surprise there.” He stands up straight, looming like a darkened villain. “Let me tell you something. I love Veronica Sawyer. She was going to be Veronica Dean. I love her. More than anything in this fucking shit-world. I’ll worship her till the end of time. We had the strongest love in the universe. She was a goddess; you shouldn’t have killed her.”

Heather’s eyes roll for the last time. “Dear god, this whole love shit you’re trying to pull on me is really annoying the last minutes of my death” She voices drily. JD crouches down to her again, lifting her chin with a rough tug.

“Our love was so strong; it could have killed dinosaurs. I’ll settle for killing you though.” He threw down her face aggressively. The blood letched out to the ground. She scowls for the last time.

“We could have made a pretty good murder couple.” She comments. JD laughs and steps away, removing black gloves to shove in his pocket. “Dear God, just kill me now.” Heather expresses haughtily.

JD laughs darkly. “Right you are my dear. Veronica and I… our love was god; it could have killed worlds. But she’s gone now. I’m left. So yes. My love is god.” Heather’s eyes began to feel heavy; was he slipping away farthing into the distance or was she dying faster? This was it wasn’t it? She grimaces.

“My love is god. It has killed you. Isn’t that just beautiful?”

Okay, I know it seems like I made Veronica seem like a Mary Sue and JD as this romantic guy. Let me explain things now that I have finished the story.

Veronica hated Heather C and after helping JD, she started helping other people but she chose not to help Heather C who clearly has problems

Veronica was actually kinda okay with the murder. There was nowhere to put this and I briefly mentioned it, sorta at least, but if she didn’t like the person she was fine with JD killing them. She wanted to curb JD’s bloodlust, but she had accepted it as part of him and never was fully like THIS IS WRONG. As JD said, she would have laughed with him as he killed Heather C.

Veronica was also kinda manipulative. I didn’t know where to put this but basically, Veronica started to isolate Heather without her even knowing. She’s not a Mary Sue, I swear it’s just not a long story

Heather C. had a lot of clear mental issues that Veronica literally just ignored and used to her advantage. She has such narcissistic behaviors, Veronica was able to get people to turn on her all while she thought she was the queen

People stopped caring about Heather C. Like they basically just made fun of her and were sarcastic to her. But with all of her mental issues and stuff, it twisted in her mind to make them think they were worshipping her. People shot her dirty looks or laughed at her, but she didn’t notice that.

Heather D. got help for her bulimia because of Veronica. She thus was given kindness and was not a huge bitch

Heather M. also became less of a bitch. She wasn’t one before, it was just she followed Heather C. around too much. Veronica helped her.

Martha had Veronica back and it helped her feel like she had a true friend and ended up saving her from her depression

VERONICA IS STILL NOT AN ANGEL I REALIZE THAT’S HOW IT SOUNDS

JD is possessive and Veronica has learned to live with it. It’s kinda unhealthy but not dangerous to her so that’s why she puts up with it. It’s directed towards other people

JD praises Veronica. She is the only thing in his life. She’s his mildly unhealthy but weirdly good fixation

JD is adamant he and Veronica will end up together. There is nothing else. It will happen in his mind. His head is still a little twisted, though better than before. He’s not trying to kill for baby reasons now. He’d kill for Veronica and that’s basically it

Veronica’s parents do not like JD but deal with him for her

Heather C. invited Veronica to a girl’s trip to bond a bit and make-up, then she pushed her into a street. Veronica didn’t want to go but she was too trusting and nice, like how she was in the movie and musical n trusting JD

JD goes on to flee the town and Heather C. Is discovered to be dead at the end of the school day

Now, I’m not totally sure what this is. It was an idea in my head and I needed it out. It’s not very good, It’s not the level of gore and blood I think my honestly messed-up mind needs to get out, but it can suffice Basically, I have my own mental problems, though I don’t know what they are currently, but they do give me a lot of problems. Writing is my healthy way of expressing them rather than screaming at my friends. That was my old way… not good. Anyways, hope you guys liked this story.

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