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Casey assumes that by now she has completely lost any common sense that she had thought she possessed.
Which is painfully obvious, because she doesn’t hesitate when she sees the red dot circling his strong pulsing torso.
She does the exact opposite of what every atom in her body is screaming at her to do.
She jumps in the way.
The moments after that are all to quick, she doesn’t scream in pain, because she bites down hard. Her mouth filling up with her own blood, as her tongue stayed humming inside.
But she can’t help the tears streaming down her face, as the force of the bullet propels her forward into there sturdy arms.
Dennis, Barry, Kevin and Jade instinctively hold her tighter, in panic.
They’re both trembling and Hedwig is sobbing, his lisp worsening.
“Casey wats goin on?! Pwease don’t die Casey! Pwease yo’ my bestest fwiend!”
The desperation in his voice is heart breaking but she doesn’t have the strength to pick up her own head, to look at the boy she grew to care for.
The boy that she cared about more than anything else, even herself.
Using him as support, they both slide down on the grimy floor as her legs began to give up on her.
Her body still blocking his, from the line of fire.
“Hedwig, e..everyone. This is your only chance to escape.” She says against his chest, with every word more blood drips down her chin.
She can tell that Dennis is the one that flinches from it, like he’s just realized what has happened.
Like he can feel the hum of pain pouring throughout her shoulder, effecting all the other surrounding veins. Setting them on fire.
There was droplets of blood splattered on his chest, shoulder and mouth. But the Beast’s only thought is that he could taste her, he could taste her pain.
She shouldn’t be the one in pain.
Dennis cuts in furiously, it should be us. He grunts, taking over.
“We’re not leaving you Casey, two bullets just went through your shoulder and chest, your bleeding out.”
They shot her two times? Casey only heard one gunshot, maybe she was going crazy. Her brain seemed to be overwhelmed with a horde of thoughts, a migraine writhing inside her skull.
Begging to explode.
They press hard on the two wounds, that pierced through her shoulder and left through her collarbone. Trying to prevent the liquid from seeping out, failing immensely.
Patricia starts praying, mumbling a distant prayer, her soft soothing voice sounds too far away. But Casey picks up her shaken fear etching throughout her words.
“Listen to me, Patricia. Your the only one who’s able to l..listen to reason. These people will kill you, please leave me. Please survive.”
She presses her car keys into her palm, holding her hand with what little strength she had left.
The high priestess grabs her chin redirecting her gaze, so they were looking at one another. Those striking blue oasis’s, glassy with something unimaginable pooling into them, to the brim.
Was it thankfulness, pity, admiration?
Her hands are softer, more delicate than the others. Her thumb traces her bottom lip and Casey can feel something quaking inside of her.
“Thank you.”
Her heart swells.
Patricia is the one that’s seated firmly in the chair now. The light on her, refusing to budge.
Hedwig, Dennis, Barry, Jade, Kevin almost everyone rejects what she is trying to do.
Only Orwell is on her side, although this doesn’t provide her comfort.
All she really needs is Casey behind her after all.
Then she wenches the beast into the light with her. He’s in front of her forcibly on his knees, his power surging through her.
She holds him by his hands clasped in a praying stance.
In Kevin’s head she wears her long ebony skirt, a wine colored turtleneck, blood heels, a gold medallion and a butterscotch hued scarf wrapped around her head.
She like Kevin has a short buzzcut but her features are more soft, slender and sharp. Like her body, which had a few more curves than Kevin’s did.
A beauty mark settled high on her cheekbones, that they noticed were sculpted practically perfectly as her pencil thin eyebrows furrowed fiercely. Focused on her task.
“Oh holy one, please lend me your strength to survive.” The power dynamics are evolving and the others seem to be seeing her in a whole new illuminating light.
The Beast smiles hungrily, and agrees.
She’s halfway through the field when they start shooting again, she can see that they’re crowding around Casey who was now laid out on the floor.
Her long inky black hair mixing in with the gravel, grass and dirt.
A perfect distraction, but she was more than just that.
Joseph Dunn holds her calling out for someone to call an ambulance and everyone inside of her curses him out in jealousy.
But at least she’s safe, they’d surely send her to the nearest hospital and she’d survive, hopefully.
She feels Dennis’s appreciation for her as he takes over, she knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind to make a decision.
But that still doesn’t mean they’ve made the right one.
They both share the Beast’s power as they sprint across the parking lot trying to find Casey’s car.
His hand on her shoulder, offering his support as they both are basked in the light.
Please don’t die Casey.
They all say at once.
You mean more than what we had ever imagined.