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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Heathers:_The_Musical_-_Murphy_&_O'Keefe, Heathers_(1988)
  Relationship:
      Jason_"J._D."_Dean/Veronica_Sawyer, Kurt_Kelly/Ram_Sweeney, Heather
      Chandler/Heather_Duke
  Character:
      Heather_Chandler_(Heathers), Veronica_Sawyer, Jason_Dean, Mrs._Sawyer_
      (Heathers), Mr._Sawyer_(Heathers), Ram_Sweeney, Kurt_Kelly, Martha
      Dunnstock, Heather_McNamara, Heather_Duke, Bud_Dean, Original_Female
      Character(s)
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, I_Wrote_This_Instead_of_Sleeping, run_while
      you_still_can, What_Have_I_Done, Kidnapping, Pregnancy, Smut, Twisted
      Romance, Miscarriage, Wtf_is_my_life, You_Have_Been_Warned, Ghosts,
      Mental_Anguish, Yandere, Warning:_this_was_made_in_a_late_night_I_message
      chat, Supernatural_Elements
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      Published: 2017-10-01 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 12/? Words: 23654
****** Blasted Back ******
by Sarinaamy, SophieJE619
Summary
     In which things go wrong... horribly wrong. God help Veronica.
***** Prolouge *****
“Say Hi to God.” *BOOM!* the smoke cleared and Veronica blinked in surprise.
Where JD and the bomb had stood, there was a patch of charred and destroyed
grass, but no sign of JD. Not even a scrap of fabric or splash of blood. For
all the world could’ve known, he never stood there with the bomb. Veronica,
though slightly confused, turned and went inside the school. He couldn’t have
survived that blast anyway…
***** It's Not Over... *****
He survived. He was lying against a tree in the woods by Westerburg High. He
groaned in pain and opened his eyes. “What happened?” He asked. No response. He
looked down and saw his T-Shirt was all shredded and charred. So, he took it
off to assess the damage to his torso. Surprisingly, aside from the bullet
wound Veronica had given him, his wounds weren’t too horrible. Wait… Veronica!
He had to find her, his survival was a sign that he was right! Their love was
truly God!
JD decided that, since Veronica would NOT want to go with him, he’d simply have
to keep her with him for a bit while he fixed her mind. And so, his first stop
would be his house, to fetch some supplies… He was quick to get onto his feet.
In getting up he immediately tripped over a raised tree root, leaving a smear
of blood on the trunk of the tree. He decided that it wouldn’t be unreasonable
to get some medical supplies. He’d get those as well, when he got home, he
supposed.
His father was, thankfully, not home when he got there. He took the emergency
money stash, some bandages, some hydrogen peroxide, and some rope. After
thinking for a second, he grabbed a clean washcloth. He grinned to himself when
he saw that it was blue. He was nearly ready, as he’d found an abandoned house
in the woods that was already too far away from anyone to be able to hear
anything. There was a living space through the front door, and a basement with
no windows. It was very dark down there and, except for a tiny lamp, the room
was empty.
He rushed out to it and prepared the room for Veronica. It included a bed but,
of course, no bed sheets. He couldn’t have a repeat of that scare from earlier,
now could he? Afterwards, JD put the money away and thought to himself “Ok, so
bleach and acetone… that should be easy right?” After thinking for a moment he
remembered seeing the words “pure acetone” on a bottle of nail polish remover
in Veronica’s room. But first things first: he needed to pack up some
other supplies, food, and clothes to give to Veronica.
===============================================================================
 
*Meanwhile at Martha’s….*
Veronica and Martha had just finished watching “The Princess Bride” together
when Veronica turned and nudged Martha awake. “Zzz… Wha?” She groaned. Veronica
waited for Martha to wake up a little. “Hey Martha?” She asked, “Yeah?” Martha
replied. “Do you know what happened earlier today?” Veronica asked. “No, why?”
asked Martha. “Martha… I want you to listen, very carefully. This is going to
be hard to hear and you probably won’t believe me but please, hear me out.”
“Alright, what is it?” Martha responded.
“So, you know how when I came into the school today, I looked like a bomb had
blown up in my face?” Veronica asked. “Yeah, why?” Her best friend responded.
“Well… That was because of JD. And, do you remember how I said he had ‘blown me
off?’ So to speak?” ‘Yes…” Martha said, her eyes widening. “That’s not exactly
what happened… He wanted to blow up the school.” Veronica then went on to tell
Martha JD’s plan to blow up the school, even going down to explain the details
of placing the packs of thermals under the bleachers.
“What happened to him?” Martha asked, her voice quivering a little bit, her
face paler than usual. “He took the bomb and blew himself up on the football
field.” Veronica replied, before adding on her own thoughts. “But, oddly
enough, I couldn’t find anything of his body afterwards. Not even a scrap of
fabric or a blood stain.” Martha was terrified, she was trembling, her lip was
quivering, and she almost seemed to be crying. Veronica quickly hugged the poor
girl. “I’m sorry, Martha.” She said. “I never wanted any of this to happen.”
“It’s f-fine…” Martha stammered, hugging her friend in return. “But, I’m not
going to another pep rally ever again.” “Agreed.” Veronica said. “I was going
to make you promise not to go. I don’t know what I would do if you or Heather
McNamara got hurt.” “I’ll warn her, if you want me to.” Martha offered. “Yes,
warn her, warn anyone who will listen.” Veronica said. “He may be dead, but I’m
not letting any of my loved ones take any chances.”
===============================================================================
 
*Back to JD*
It’s been a few days since the pep rally. JD thought it best to bide his time
and heal his wounds a little. In his off time, he’d returned to the abandoned
house with two combination locks. The basement locked from the outside, and the
front door could be locked from both the inside and out. Score!
However, he still needed a plan to get her there in the first place… Of course!
He could forge a note from their old friend, Heather Duke. He carefully pulled
out a red pen and paper, and going off of her copy of Moby Dick; he had stolen
back from Veronica’s house, and began to mimic the cursive handwriting:
"Veronica: 
I know about that little stunt that you and your “boyfriend” tried to pull at
the pep rally. Perhaps you should try to keep your secrets a little more
efficiently. It’s not that hard to guess how those sticks of dynamite got into
the gym when a girl comes inside looking like she just got blown up by a bomb.
I’ve also dug a little deeper and found out what really happened to Heather,
Ram, and Kurt. If you don’t want anything to slip into the ears of the police,
meet me after school at Kurt and Ram’s “suicide site” in the forest. Perhaps
even bring some money as an insurance policy. I’ll see you there. 
~ H. Duke"
“There, ¡Es perfecto!” JD smiled, slipping the note into his trench coat.
Seeing as there were no students in the halls, only the staff in the teacher’s
lounge now would be a good time to sneak in and slip the note into Veronica’s
locker. It’d also give him some time to prepare the chloroform with Veronica’s
nail polish remover and the bleach. Oh good Lord, did he have a long afternoon
ahead…
***** God Help Veronica *****
JD planted the note in Veronica’s locker and smiled to himself; she’d never
know what hit her, but he knew already. He’d knock her out with his love if he
had to. “Soon, my dear. You’ll be in my arms soon.” He kissed his hand and blew
it towards her locker, as if it was her standing there, reading a love letter
from him. He then turned to go out and get onto his motorcycle
.
Once he was sure that nobody was in the house, he quickly grabbed the ladder
and snuck into her room. He first picked up the nail polish remover off of her
vanity and, sure enough, it said “Pure Acetone” on the label. He then grabbed a
suitcase from her closet and began to pack her many outfits, especially the
mini-skirts and thigh highs.
As he packed up her things, he turned around and saw the Barbie hanging in the
Big Fun shirt. A thought came to him. He quickly grabbed Veronica’s pen and
opened to the first blank page and began to write:
"Dear Mom and Dad, 
If you’re reading this, then you’ve noticed I’m gone. But, don’t come looking
for me. By the time you’ve read this, I’ll have been long gone. JD and I are
eloping and decided to move when we do so. I love you both dearly, but it’s a
private event and you aren’t invited. Please, just forget about me. Goodbye. 
With love, your daughter, Veronica"
JD smiled and set the pen down, now that her parents were out of the way, he
didn’t have to worry about any people who could pose a significant threat
coming to look for his darling, Veronica. He then grabbed the suitcase, but not
before noticing the one white dress that she had in her closet. Oh well, might
as well give her something to at least make her feel like a bride…
===============================================================================
 
*2:20, Westerburg High*
Veronica had just been set free from seventh period and was running through the
crowd towards her locker. She’d opened the locker to find a note. It was from
Heather Duke… “I didn’t realize she was a fag, too” Veronica thought aloud,
deciding to humor Heather Duke and read the note. When she scanned through it
however, her face paled, her eyes dilated, and she forgot about everything that
she wasn’t holding and raced out the door into the forest behind the school.
Jumping three steps at a time, she bounded out of the school, not even
bothering to acknowledge Martha or Heather McNamara. “What the hell was that
all about?” Heather Duke asked, coming up to the pair. Martha just shrugged.
“Probably something to do with… You know never mind, she’s probably fine.”
“Huh, probably on her period.” Heather Duke said, before walking away to her
jeep. “What were you going to say Martha?” Heather McNamara asked. “... Umm…
Meet me in the bathroom in five.” Martha said. “I don’t want to talk about it
in front of everyone.”
Meanwhile, Veronica was running for her life, somehow managing not to get cut
by low-hanging tree branches until-- BAM!!! She tripped on root. She didn’t
even stay down for more than a second; she just got right back up. By the time
she had reached the clearing, she was huffing and puffing and desperately
trying to fix up her look. She'd messed up her hair by letting it fly in the
wind behind her. Her clothes were slightly dirty from tripping and there was
slight bruise forming on her cheek bone. Knowing that Heather Duke would no-
doubt laugh her ass off if Veronica looked like she’d actually run to this
place, she did everything in her power to look flawless again. She almost
succeeded, except for the goddamn bruise. Oh well, good enough.
After fixing herself up, she realized that Heather Duke had still not made
herself known… How unsettling. She furrowed her eyebrows and scanned the
clearing, her heart still racing from the adrenaline. Somewhere in the
distance, there were leaves rustling, almost as if they were telling her to run
back to the school. A chill ran down her spine, she looked around again, but
nobody was there. She took a half-step forward… “H-Heather?” She called, trying
to hide the stutter.
Suddenly, her arms were pinned behind her back, and when she heard a voice in
her ear, despite its hot breath, it still made her blood freeze. “Greetings and
salutations, Darling.” JD whispered. “You must be tired after running that long
way. Why don’t you rest?” Her heart sank and she struggled to break free, her
mouth opened to scream, but a cloth was placed over it. The breath that she was
going to use to cry out for help ended up filling her lungs with an
intoxicatingly sweet smell. Her mind was slowing, her struggles becoming weaker
and weaker, her vision blurring ever so slightly around the edges.
“Hush now, my dear.” He whispered into her ear, as she stopped struggling, her
bliss-like haze overpowering her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she slumped
against him. “That’s my good girl.” He said with a smile. “You’ll be safe with
me, Darling. Right back in my arms, where you belong.” After feeling her pulse,
which had gone back to normal, he shifted her around, so that he was carrying
her bridal style. She still had the note in her hands. He smiled at the slight
peak of read handwriting that he could see. “Thank you, Miss Duke. You’ve
finally done something useful successfully, haven’t you?”
Without another word, he marched off to the abandoned house with a sense of
satisfaction. He’d performed his plan without flaw, and now his reward was
being carried in his arms like a bride to her honeymoon. Kicking open the door
the way he imagined he would, he continued to proceed down to the basement,
instead of the master bedroom, and placed down the sleeping angel in his life
on her marriage bed. He then went back upstairs and locked the front door. He
then realized the chair that was there, and dragged it down along with some
rope. He couldn’t have his bride waking up, disoriented and trying to beat the
shit out of him. He wasn’t really a masochist when it came to more than just
biting.
He tied her to the bed, gently enough that he didn’t cut off blood flow, but
firmly enough that she couldn’t slip out. He then set the chair in front of the
bed, waiting for her to wake up and watching the peaceful rise and fall of her
chest as she slept. Then, an idea came into his mind. He got up, and grabbed
that white dress from her bag. If he was going as far as have a honeymoon,
might as well give his bride a wedding dress.
Thinking of how much chloroform she inhaled, he figured she’d be out for a
while, so he carefully untied the rope and slipped off her outfit. It was just
as beautiful as the first time he saw that much of her. He smiled, a lusty
blush creeping on his face, but resisted the urge to take off anything more.
That was for later, once his beautiful angel woke up. He slipped the white
dress onto her, careful not to mess up her hair. After all, she’d gone so much
trouble to make it look nice for him, like any girl should for her man. In the
dress, she looked like a more modest, brunette, Marilyn Monroe, but of course
she was even more beautiful than that.
After dressing her up in her beautiful white dress, he tied her back up.
Afterwards, he produced one of his dad’s bowties, and put it on. Man, was
Veronica in for a surprise when she woke up. But, for now, JD was content with
just sitting here, watching this beautiful muse of his dreams, sleeping like
the baby she is.
***** One Hell of A "Honeymoon" *****
Chapter Summary
     Veronica is totally fucked. Literally.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Rape/Non-con
     I've put the smut part in between line spaces.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
12 hours. 12 hours he waited for her to wake up. Maybe he put a little too much
chloroform in her system. However, it seems she enjoyed her sleep, because it
took her a few minutes to register the fact that this was not her old bedroom.
“Welcome back, Darling.” JD said, causing her to jerk her head to the side,
where he sat with his elbows perched on his semi-crossed leg. “You!” She
hissed, trying to wriggle free of the ropes so that she could punch him and run
for it. However, the only thing she would ever accomplish was getting some red
rope-burn marks on her wrists and ankles.
JD quickly got up and ran his hands lovingly across her forearms and face. This
seemed to aggravate her even more, but he kept on, cooing at her. “Hush,
Veronica. You’ll work yourself into a fit.” “Let me go, you asshole!” She
snarled, trying to bite at his hand. He quickly withdrew his hand, and sighed
through his nose. “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” He said, making
her even angrier. “Don’t bring Shakespeare into this! Don’t you dare!” She
snapped. “Shhh,” JD said, bringing his hand to her cheek, but running it down
to her neck, and then her collarbone, and then her chest, her torso, and
stopping at her waist.
===============================================================================
 Veronica jerked around, trying to get him to stop touching her. “Get your
hands off of me, you monster!” She growled. “Shush, Love. I’ll fix you soon
enough and then we can be happy together.” JD said, before bowing down to kiss
his lovely, yet uncooperative bride. She tried to break the kiss but his other
hand was holding her face still. Eventually, she felt him lick his tongue
across her lower lip, but she refused him, pressing her lips together in a
firm, tight-lipped frown. So, instead, he trailed his hand on her hip down to
reach up under the skirt of her dress.
When she felt his hand on her thigh, she wanted to scream, but she refused to
open her mouth. Suddenly, a harsh slap to her thigh and sharp tug of her hair
brought back the memories of her night as a dead girl walking… The night she
lost her virginity to this man and she liked it. Talk about the biggest regret
in her life… Maybe? He began to touch her in the same places as where she had
been moaning for him to touch on that night, so long ago… Before any of this
happened… A tear threatened to pass by the corner of her eye, remembering
Heather Chandler… Kurt… Ram… What would’ve happened if she’d never gone to JD’s
house that night?
She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to shut out the event that was currently
unfolding, but she was simply greeted by the memories of the same event,
happening on that night so long ago… When she still loved Jason Dean… Loved…
That’s the right grammar tense, right? Ack! Of course it is! Veronica hates JD
now! However, during her “unpleasant(?)” reminiscing of the old days, her guard
had gone down and JD took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.
She growled into JD’s kiss, trying to fight him off and failing miserably.
There was only one last thing she could do… She sank her teeth in JD’s tongue,
only clamping down on it harder when she tasted blood. “AGHH!” JD yelled,
yanking his tongue out of Veronica’s jaw grip. After checking to make sure she
hadn’t ripped off a piece of his tongue, he gave her a very stern look. “That’s
not very nice, Darling. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished for that little
stunt.” He said, unzipping her dress and removing it. He did so by taking the
skirt and pulling it over Veronica’s arms, turning it inside out in the
process. Oh well, he’ll remove that dress from the ropes later.
He nuzzled into her neck, running kisses along the space between her jaw and
her shoulder. Eventually, he found that spot that could make her moan, knowing
exactly where it was from experience, and he bit down on it. Hard. “AHH!!!” She
squealed. JD snickered. “You see, my dear? You say you hate me, but I know how
to make you feel good. Nobody else will be able to make you feel this way, I’m
going to make sure of that…” He then began using his tongue, which to both of
their surprise had the bite marks embedded into it that could be felt on the
smooth skin of Veronica’s clavicle.
While this made Veronica shudder from the fact that she had no idea her jaw was
so powerful, this only reminded JD that he was on a mission to make his bride
beg for mercy. So, he wasted no time in removing Veronica’s bra. There was
something about seeing her like this, tied up and nervous, that made ferality
creep into JD’s eyes. Something about the control he had over her unlocked a
sort of beast inside him… Something about this gave him an insatiable need to
leave her totally. Wrecked! And that is exactly what he did.
He dove for one of her breasts and started sucking on the bud, his teeth biting
down on it and rolling it in his mouth. Veronica cried out in the most
pleasured way possible, trying to make it seem like she didn’t want this to be
happening, but he knew. He knew what he was doing… He knew that she enjoyed
this, somehow. Somewhere, deep down in the back of her head, or in the bottom
of her heart, she loved every second of what he was doing to her.
She whimpered and grunted, trying to get him off, but he was having none of
that. Soon enough he left the job of handling her breasts to his fingers, while
he kissed, nipped, and licked his tongue down to her black and blue lace
panties. He snickered. “Did you wear these for me, Darling?” “Ugh, fuck off!”
She snapped. “Oh, but then our love story would be cut short, my dear?” JD
said, pouting a little. “You know how I adore romance stories, but the story of
us is my favorite.”
“URGHHH!!!!!” She growled, almost wriggling her foot loose enough to kick him.
JD quickly grabbed her ankle and re-tied the knot. “Of course, the course of
true love never did run smooth.” He said, rubbing his thumb across her inner
ankle. “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING SHAKESPEARE INTO THIS!” She snarled.
“Hush, my beautiful bride, save your pretty voice for when I make love to you.”
Was his calm, yet twisted, reply.
“I am not your bride!” Veronica hissed. “You keep saying that, my dear. But
it's not like you're ever going to be able to do this with anyone else, so it
really doesn't matter.” JD said, smiling sweetly at her. “Fuck you!” She
growled. “Oh, but I'm already doing that to you, Darling.” He said, before
dipping his head down to her panties. He bit at her flower through the garment,
before pulling it down to her knees. That's as far as he could pull them with
her legs spread the way they were.
After finally getting rid of all the clothing on her body, JD took a second to
marvel at Veronica's curves. She was as beautiful as before. If not, maybe even
more beautiful than before, because she belonged to him alone now. With her as
naked as the day she was born, JD dipped his head down again to tease her for
the bite. He kept her legs as spread apart as possible, while he took a long,
passionate, loving lick.
As much as Veronica wanted to say she didn't enjoy a single bit of it, she be
lying if she said she wasn't trembling from the pleasure of every little thing
he did. Every lick of his tongue, whether long and passionate, or short and
teasing; every time his nose bumped against her special bundle of nerves, just
above the entrance to her womb; Her mind was having no fun whatsoever from this
experience, but her body… Ohoho, her body was having a field day in nirvana.
Feeling her shake and tremble, her breath hitching and whistling through her
trachea, made JD feel so proud. He always loved the idea of making his partners
whimper and whine and be reduced to moaning messes. He was definitely a giver
in that sense. “Nghhhhhh!!” She whined, almost forgetting about JD and his
torturous pleasure. Her mind was fighting with her body now.
She wanted it to stop, really, she did, but at the same time, she was enjoying
this way too much! “No!!!” She growled, struggling with the rope. However, when
he shushed her from in between her legs, it sent vibrations through her core,
making her moan out his name in a way that would make her not want to show her
face anywhere outside this basement, so, in a way, she was almost lucky to be
trapped down here… Almost… In the worst way possible.
“There's that beautiful noise I like to hear from you,” JD said, his voice
sending vibrations through her once again. She gasped for air, shuddering, as
she shut her eyes as tightly as she could, hoping to disappear completely. It
didn't work, all it did was press some tears out of her eyes, tears that were
wiped away by the pad of JD’s thumb. “Shhh… I’ll take good care of you,
Veronica.” He crooned, chucking his trench coat, bowtie, and t-shirt.
Veronica’s eyes widened, her body trembling, even with it being extremely hot
in the room. That heat that she was feeling was of her own stupid body’s
reaction to the situation. Damn hormones! Still, the chill of fear was felt
across her skin, over sensitizing her nerves so that she could feel every touch
of his fingers or tongue ever more electrifying against her skin, now covered
in goose bumps.
Even when he was simply flitting his fingers across her arms, intertwining his
hands with hers, she felt like she was being over stimulated, the feel of this
situation was overwhelming… Overwhelmingly amazing… And then she felt it: the
coarse fabric of JD’s jeans, with something hard underneath them, rutting
against her heat. Her unwanted arousal had taken a pulse now, the epicenter
situated somewhere in the realm of her lower intestines.
Waves of sensitivity, waves of feeling, waves of something rippled through her
in a constant beat. He didn’t even think that she’d try to run anymore, if he
were to risk untying her. She just wanted to cover her face and cry it all
away. This was too much for her. She couldn’t take how sexually frustrated she
was with herself. He wasn’t even completely undressed, and already, he had her
teetering on an edge. But it wasn’t the edge of an orgasm, no.
“I can feel you trying to resist, my Darling. But I know. I know that you’re
getting tired already.” She wanted to snap back at him. Ohh, how she wanted to…
But she couldn’t. Not right now, at least. She was too horny. The edge rose up
behind her, as she jumped off in weak resignation. She lost hold of the tension
in her hands, wrists, feet, and ankles. She just closed her eyes, limp as a
dead body. “F… Fine…” She whispered with a sigh. “You win…”
JD smiled, and unzipped his jeans. It looked even more constricting in his
tighty whities without the denim covering it. Part of Veronica still wanted to
be disgusted, but couldn’t find it in herself to be so. She just lay there as
JD removed the underwear as well. He then bent down to kiss her, and whispered
in her ear, “Don’t worry, you’ll feel good tonight, Sweetheart.” She didn’t
respond, just tilted her head away. When he pushed inside of her, however, she
couldn’t control the scream of pain that ripped from her throat.
JD was kind enough to not move for a minute, as if it was her first time, but
afterwards, he had no control over the snap of his hips into her womanhood.
Soon enough, she was moaning as if she enjoyed this. Her making such approving
noises for him started to get him even more horny, and by extension was
getting him off quite nicely. The beauty below him was trembling and out of
reflex she tried to pull her hands out of the knots. Whether it was to hit him
or to wrap her hands around his neck, it didn't matter, she couldn't do either
because no matter how hard she pulled, her hands would not come undone from the
bindings.
Veronica was trembling as JD continued to completely wreck her tight hole, her
back arching and his hands wrapping underneath her, pulling her towards him in
a way that put strain on her shoulder blades. The pain of it all was numbing,
as her nerves stopped registering the constant unnatural stretch of the muscles
where JD was handling her. However, the wave after wave of feeling from JD's
dick stretching her out wasn't dying, and neither was the feeling of him
thrusting at just the right angle to hit that spot that he knew from experience
would make her see the stars. 
Veronica's breath hitched in her throat, before it forcibly expelled itself in
the form of a pleasured cry. Her vision blurred over until all she saw was
white. Above her, JD watched as she convulsed and trembled. As she tightened
around him, he finally joined her on her physical high, and filled her up quite
nicely. After allowing her to calm down and stop trembling, he pulled out and
collapsed beside her.
"Did you enjoy yourself, my love?" JD asked, still panting from the exertion.
"No," Veronica said, shuddering as she felt him snaking his hands around her
body. JD pouted. At the sight of tears coming out of her eyes, he quickly
kissed her cheek just under her eyelids, licking up the salty water-based
fluid. She turned her head away from him, and he took the oportunity to kiss
her ear, before whispering. "You know that I don't like it when you lie to me,
Darling. But, no matter, I know you had fun with me."
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 After getting on his clothes, he grabbed the washcloth and bottle of
chloroform that he had taken with him, and pressed the washcloth to Veronica's
face. "You should rest, Darling. You went through quite the strenuous physical
pursuit, just now." He said. She soon fell asleep again, and he could remove
the dress from the ropes and folded it nicely for her. Half an hour later,
Veronica woke up. She was still tied to the bed, still naked, and the drafty
air of the basement was billowing against her skin, making her chilled. She
shuddered.
JD noticed her movement and said, "Welcome back, Darling." All of the sex came
flooding back to her, and she freaked out. "YOU DIDN'T USE A CONDOM!!!!!" She
yelled. The noise bounced off the walls, echoing in her ears. She winced. "No,
I suppose I didn't. But, that's alright. I've always wanted to start a family
with you." "I DON'T WANT ONE WITH YOU!!!!!" She retorted. "I'm not bringing a
child into this hell hole!" Then, she remembered that she hadn't forgotten to
take the pill this morning. She was still safe. It visibly calmed her down.
"Now, what was that about, Dear?" "Thank God. I'm on the pill." She sighed. JD
pouted, before noticing that she have shivered again from the cold. He quickly
removed his trench coat and placed it over her. "Patience, my Dear. I'll let
you get dressed in a little while, once I get all of these potential weapons
out."
Chapter End Notes
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***** Bombs and Forgiveness *****
*The basement of the abandoned house*
Morning: 10 am
JD had just finished moving anything Veronica could hit him or herself with,
out of the room and untied Veronica. Veronica reeled back her arm in an attempt
to punch JD’s face, but JD caught it “Ah, ah, ah” he said waving his finger at
her “Be good or I’ll have to sedate you again and you won’t be able to walk
around”. He let go and this time Veronica just went to go get clothes out of
her bag. As she dressed she screwed her eyes shut, trying to get herself to
wake up from this nightmare. However, there she stood, fully dressed, still in
the basement, still with JD. She thought to herself, “Why god, what’d I do to
deserve this?”
JD watched Veronica get dressed, he was sad to see her covered up again. But
pleased that she wore one of her blazer, skirt combos. When she was done he
went over to her, and kissed her cheek, Veronica shuddered in disgust, and he
said “I’m going out for a bit Darling, be good while I’m gone. Food is in the
cabinet if you get hungry.” He turned and went upstairs, locking the doors
behind him. Ensuring his gorgeous angel of a bride would still be there when he
returned. He left the woods, blowing a kiss in the direction of the house and
imagining Veronica leaning out one of the windows waiting eagerly, to catch
it…. Oh well she’d be better soon enough, she just needed rest. He needed some
new bombs however…
Veronica, as soon as she heard JD leave and thought he was far enough away
tried to open the door, damn… it was locked! Of course he’d think to do that,
she just hoped that he wouldn’t be back before she found a way out. She tried
all three of the different doors in the basement in order to leave, the obvious
one to the upstairs was locked, and the other two were just empty rooms with a
couple of empty boxes in them. She was trapped. She curled up into a ball in
the corner and hugged her knees. She wondered just what had she done so wrong
to end up here.
Heather Chandler materialized at the base of the stairs. She looked around in
confusion, she didn’t recognize the room that she was in, nor did she see
Veronica. “Veronica, why the hell are you hiding, haul your ass out here.” she
said, smirking to herself. A strangled groaning noise came from a corner, and
upon further investigation it was revealed that it had come from Veronica who
was curled into a fetal position in the corner, sobbing quietly. “Well, well,
well. What do we have here?” Chandler asked, with venom in her voice “Precious
little Veronica crying in the corner like a little girl, boo hoo”. “Fuck off,
Heather” Veronica said her voice dull and emotionless except for the slight
croak from her dry throat. Heather was taken aback at Veronica’s tone; usually
she was full of attitude. “... Veronica, what is this place?” she asked after a
solid two minutes of silence “...” Veronica looked up, her face, tear stained,
puffy, and dirty “Heather do I LOOK like I’m up to dealing with your bullshit
right now?” she snapped. “You look like hell” Heather admitted “Well maybe it’s
because that’s where I AM ‘Heather’” she retorted, spitting out Heather’s name
full of attitude.
Heather was shocked by Veronica’s state… She wasn’t normally this spiteful, and
she definitely had something wrong with her, by the way she carried herself.
Heather looked around the room trying to figure out what was wrong, when she
saw the bed… “...!” she said as something clicked in her mind. “Veronica… this
isn’t… no, what… happened, who did this to you” she said, her face aghast.
Veronica said nothing, she just lowered her head onto her knees and gripped
them hard enough that her nails were digging into her skin. Heather continued,
having come to the conclusion on suspects she might know of. “I thought trench
coat psycho was dead…?” she said, cautiously “Ha!” Veronica snapped, her voice
dripping with venom “I wish, He apparently survived, and thinks he can ‘fix
me’. Like I could ever love that psycho again…”
Heather was horrified at what she was seeing in front of her, one of her best
friends had been kidnapped and raped by the same man who attempted to blow up
an entire school to win her back. No, no, no this was NOT good. She had to do
something, but what? She couldn’t interact with anything except to talk to
Veronica, Kurt, and Ram. She was as powerless as any of the adults to stop any
of it… but maybe, if she could get a message to her fellow heathers she could
help Veronica survive this. But how… Heather sat next to Veronica, trying her
best to comfort her while she tried to think of a way to get her out of here.
Westerburg High 2:39- three days after the kidnapping
Heather Duke had been trying to pin down Veronica for about three days after
she raced past her in the hallway. After seeing NO TRACE of her, even in the
classes they shared, she decided to confront McNamara and Martha about it.
“Hey, Heather.” Duke called out. “What do you want Heather?” McNamara asked.
“To know if either of you have seen Veronica… I haven’t seen her at all since
she ran past us in the hallway and thought you girls might know if she was sick
or something.” she told them, calmly. “I haven’t seen, or heard from Veronica
since then either.” Martha admitted, “We were actually planning on going to her
place in just a bit to check on her. Can you drive?” She asked Duke. “Sure, I
guess.” Duke said, getting into her jeep “Get in” McNamara and Martha got into
the Jeep and Duke drove to Veronica’s house, pulling into the empty spot on the
driveway. The trio went up to the door and rang the doorbell. They heard
someone say “Coming” from inside, and after a minute Mrs. Sawyer opened the
door.
“Oh, hello girls.” she said to the three high schoolers standing on her porch.
“Would you like to come in?” “Sure” Martha responded, so they all sat down on
the couch in the living room, and Mrs. Sawyer poured them some tea. “So what
brings you girls down here?” she asked, taking a sip of her tea. “Well, we were
hoping to find Veronica down here.” McNamara said. Mrs. Sawyer paused for a
moment “... Veronica? No she left about three days ago, now.” she said, shaking
her head, “Here, see for yourselves”. The three girls looked at the passage in
the diary that was being held out to them. Martha and McNamara exchanged a look
of fear. “Tha-that’s impossible!” Martha said, stuttering in her panic. Duke
and Mrs. Sawyer both looked over at her in confusion. “Why’s that?” Mrs. Sawyer
asked, with concern on her face at how fearful the look on Martha’s face was.
“Because Jason Dean is supposed to be dead… but the body! It was never foun- OH
MY GOD HEATHER!”. “What!?” they both said at once. “This means he’s not dead….
And he has her….”
McNamara’s face paled as she nodded in understanding “God help Veronica” Mrs.
Sawyer and Heather Duke looked at each other quizzically Mrs. Sawyer, however
had a look of massive concern on her face. “What’s wrong….?” she asked Martha.
McNamara looked up “If we’re right about where she is then she’s in BIG
TROUBLE” she said gravely. Duke was trying to understand, “What does psycho
trench coat kid have to do with any of this?” she asked. “Heather… we’ll talk
later, Mrs. Sawyer, please call the police IMMEDIATELY Veronica’s life and
sanity may very well depend on it.” Martha said “McNamara, C’mon I need you to
help me look at something.” Martha and McNamara went upstairs, and Duke
followed them, as a panicking Mrs. Sawyer called the cops on JD.
Martha led the way to Veronica's room, and the Heathers followed behind her.
When Martha opened the door, her eyes widened and filled with tears as she saw
a doll hanging from her neck by a piece of yarn. The doll had a shirt on that
matched the one Martha had worn herself the day she attempted to end her own
life. Curiously, there was a piece of paper taped to the doll. Martha reached
forward, and removed it. Upon unfolding it, the note read, in Veronica's
handwriting "Recognize the handwriting?” Martha paused, her suspicions
confirmed and a single tear ran down her face as she realized what this meant
for Veronica. Heather Duke, thoroughly confused by this whole ordeal spoke up,
"Why are you two giving each other such cryptic looks? Is there something I'm
missing?”
Martha looked over at Heather Duke and said "Heather.... there's so much to
explain, but for right now you just need to trust us. All you need to know is
that Veronica did NOT leave on her own, she was kidnapped and is in mortal
peril, for all we know her clock is running out already." Heather Duke took a
backwards step, "Wait... do you mean to tell me that weirdo has her, and that
they could kill her?" she said in disbelief. "Basically" McNamara said, "We're
doing everything we can though, we're almost positive we know who has her.”
Duke gulped and took a step towards the door, "Why is it always the queen
bees?" she asked. "Suddenly, I don't feel safe as a popular girl anymore." she
added, her face filled with panic at the possibility of being next on the kill
list. The three girls all looked each other in the eyes, and nodded. "We have
to get her back." McNamara said "But how?" asked Duke "We'll... find a way"
answered Martha. The three girls went downstairs to join the Sawyers and try
and help the police, "Let the hunt begin..." they all thought.
*Westerburg High - Saturday, 3:30 pm*
 
JD toured the school, because it was a weekend and no one would be there. He
looked around the places where the thermals were. They were still there, but
inactive... he'd have to reactivate them this Thursday, when he would eliminate
the next threat to his beautiful bride's recovery. Her 'friends', he realized
that in order for her to truly recover he'd have to remove Westerburg’s talons
that had dug into her brain. What better way to do that than to do what he'd
been meant to, and wipe Westerburg high, and all the people in it, off the face
of the globe. "Veronica my darling, I love you so much that the entire universe
conspired to help me find you" he said, quoting the alchemist.
JD snuck into his room, not alerting his father, heck his dad probably hadn't
even noticed he was missing yet. He went to his explosives kit over in the
corner, and retrieved it. “Sorry Veronica, but it's for your own good. You
won't be there to stop me this time.” He snuck back out of his room, but not
before refilling his gun, and grabbing extra ammo for the road. He would
probably never see this room again. Right before he left, he saw an old trench
coat of his: one he had outgrown... He took it; he could plant it in the boiler
room alongside one of Veronica's jackets so that the police would think that
they were dead.
He left his room, and headed towards the seven eleven to go get a slushie. The
first thing he saw, opening the door, was a package of BQ corn nuts. Still
sitting right where Veronica had left them the night they met. He scooped them
up and bought them alongside two slushies, and headed home. He was willing to
bet Veronica would get a kick out of these snacks.
Veronica was sitting next to Heather, having just finished filling her in on
what had transpired while she was away. Heather's face was filled with disgust,
rage, sadness, and fear. She feared for Veronica's sanity while she was being
kept prisoner here by this psychopathic maniac. Veronica was terrified about
the future. No one knew where she was, no one would think to look for her, she
was trapped, and no one was coming to her rescue.
A few stray tears rolled down Veronica's face as she thought forward to the
future... or did she even have one anymore? She was questioning the time she
had left, when she heard footsteps above her, the sound of something hitting
the floor, and then the basement door opening. She turned to look to Heather
for help, but Heather had made herself invisible. "Keep strong Veronica" she
said "He can't keep you trapped here forever." Then, just as JD came into
sight, Heather was gone.
Veronica glared up at her captor, trying her best to burn a hole in his head
with her gaze... it wasn't working. JD saw her tear stained face and came over
"Veronica, why have you been crying?" he asked wiping her face with his free
hand "Surely you must know it was all for you." he quoted trying to lighten the
mood. However this gesture made her even angrier, "Do NOT bring literature into
this!" she practically screamed. He had already ruined some of her favorite
works of literature with this charade, and she would let it go no further.
 
JD held out a slushie for Veronica to take, she reluctantly took it out of his
hand and eyed it suspiciously before giving it a light sniff, then a sip.
"Really now, Darling?" JD said, amused "Do you really think I'd poison you
after taking such care to not hurt you?” Veronica just drank her slushie,
ignoring him. "Well I brought you something to eat" he said, reaching into one
of his many pockets, and revealing the package of corn nuts. Veronica flinched,
and her eyes welled up with tears at the sight of the snack.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" JD asked a smirk evident on his face. "I
thought you wanted the BQ kind" he said in innocent tone of voice. Veronica
wanted to scream at him, oh lord did she want to do that so bad. But she
couldn't, she was too upset about the fact that he thought bringing a slushie,
and then a bad memory as a "Joke" would make her forgive him. She could never
forgive what had transpired in these last few months, these last few days,
least of all. She glared at the snack he held out, before however reluctantly
taking it. She was rather hungry after all.
"That's the spirit." commended JD "Isn't it easier when you don't resist
everything I try and do for you?", “Screw you” Veronica said. “Isn’t it enough
that you trapped me here and used me for your own sick pleasures? Can’t you
just leave me alone!” JD blinked, this wasn’t how her recovery was supposed to
go. “Now now darling,” He said, “You aren’t yourself, but don’t worry. I’m
working hard to fix you. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”
Veronica had a sudden urge to laugh at this absurdity. He honestly thought that
the fact she no longer loved him was due to her ‘not being herself’, yeah
right. Veronica was saner right now than she had been the entire time she had
been with JD, wasn’t she? Not finding an answer she opened the package of corn
nuts and started to eat them.
JD watched Veronica eat the snacks he had gotten for her. He honestly thought
she would find the joke behind them amusing rather than the rude response he
had received instead. He decided that, in order to fix her faster he’d have to
move her out of Ohio faster. Luckily, there was only one last order of business
he had to attend to before moving her out of this toxic place. Once she was
removed from the poison she was bound to fight it off faster. He stood up and
said “I have some things to do, so you just sit tight down here Darling. I’ll
be back before you know it and then you can tell me all about your day.” He
turned and went out the door at the top of the stairs.
***** An Unexpected Addition *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Veronica wondered what there was JD needed to do. However, deciding she didn’t
want to know, she started back on her meal of a slushie and corn nuts. Heather,
seeing JD was gone, reappeared. Seeing the package she whispered “Well fuck me
gently with a chainsaw” under her breath. It was worse than she thought, not
only was he sexually abusing her, he was mentally abusing her too by bombarding
her with bad memories.
“Well now Veronica.” Heather said. “He couldn’t have hurt you with a snack like
that if you hadn’t killed me.” Veronica looked up at Heather. “Heather, I don’t
know if I ever DID tell you this but I didn’t mean to kill you.” “Yeah, right”
said Heather said “I’m SURE the drain cleaner just magically ended up in my
cup” she said, coughing up some drain cleaner to prove her point. “No, honest”
Veronica said “I made a prairie oyster to give you, but JD poured drain cleaner
in the same kind of cup. He kissed me and distracted me into picking up the
wrong cup.” Heather looked at her skeptically. “Uh huh, and then you
‘accidentally’ wrote a fake suicide note in my handwriting” she said, rolling
her eyes. Veronica’s eyes filled with tears, her face falling into a despaired
look.
“I did write the note, Heather. But I was panicking, you were dead and I didn’t
know what to do! I lost control of the situation, and JD told me to write the
note or else I’d go to prison. My fingerprints were all over the cup, and
everyone had seen our falling out at the party the night before.” Veronica
buried her face in her hands “He killed you, and I covered it up, He lied to me
about the bullets that killed Kurt and Ram and I believed him. I tried to leave
him, and he tried to blow up the school. I can’t get rid of him Heather… He has
me wrapped up in this fucked up spider web of his.” She was holding back tears
at this point.
Heather just sat there, her mouth a perfect o. She knew that Veronica and JD’s
relationship had been fucked up but this… this was a whole other level. There
was one thing Veronica was right about however, if JD wanted to, he could frame
her for everything. “Veronica…” Heather said, trying to register everything
that she had just learned “You are in WAY over your head…” Heather’s mind was
racing. Trying to find some way, any way to pull Veronica out of this situation
unharmed. “I need you to calm down; you need your wits about more than ever
right now. We can’t have even a single lapse in your defenses, or he could get
to you.”
Veronica looked up at Heather, her face a total mess from all the emotional
chaos that JD had wreaked upon her in the last few days. “Heather, I can’t let
him in anymore… If he gets into my head, I’m done for. It’s game over for me.”
Heather looked at Veronica, and her eyes filled with tears, this girl was
fighting, against all odds. She could only hope that she would continue to
fight until she could get some help, and escape this hell. “Stay strong.” she
said, giving a sad smile to Veronica. “You’re the only one who can fight this
demon.”
*JD’s POV*
JD was sitting in the chair at a (slightly) unsteady old table. He pulled out
his explosives kit, looking over the contents to make sure that everything was
still in order. There was only enough to make one bomb… He only had one shot at
this, and he wasn't about to throw it away. He got to work, measuring out the
gunpowder, and adding it to the canisters. This time he made certain that there
was no off button on the bomb, no repeats, no mistakes, no way to postpone it.
Westerburg high was going to blow on Thursday. He grinned sadistically to
himself, he knew exactly what he’d get Veronica as a present when he got back
to her afterwards… after all, she needed something to do while he was away,
didn’t she?
He checked the bomb, when he turned it on it was set to go off in five minutes.
That would give him plenty of time to get out. He checked, and rechecked, his
bag. He needed to make sure that there was no way it would turn on in his bag.
He couldn’t afford to lose his life, not now that he had his darling Veronica
to come home to. After packing the bomb into the bag he remembered the too
small trench coat he had taken from his old room, he placed that in the bag as
well as one of Veronica’s blazers. He never liked that particular one anyway.
After finishing up, he headed back downstairs, he DID promise to ask Veronica
about her day.
At the door to the basement he heard Veronica’s voice… She sounded like she was
talking to someone, opening the door quietly he could hear her a little
clearer. He couldn’t tell what she was saying but heard the word ‘Heather’ his
eyes widened in confusion, why would she be talking about the Heathers? He
closed the door silently behind him and crept downstairs. Then a step creaked
under his foot and he swung around the corner to look into the room, but
Veronica was alone in the room. No sign of anyone else either. Everything was
just as he had left it aside from the empty food containers where the corn nuts
and slushie had been.
He was confused, but thinking she must’ve been talking to herself went up to
her. “Good afternoon sweetheart how was your day?” he asked “Fuck you” Veronica
said. “Well, well” JD said, “I brought you a slushie and some corn nuts and ask
you about your day and you just pay me back in rudeness?” Veronica didn’t give
him the satisfaction of a response. “Well anyway mine was productive, thank you
for asking” he said pointedly. “It’s getting late, come to bed” he added after
checking his watch, 10:00 pm it said. Geez he spent more time on the bomb than
he had thought.
Veronica just sat in the corner, looking away from him; he sighed and picked
her up in his arms, dropping her on the bed. “Why do you want to sleep on the
floor?” he asked. Veronica didn’t respond so he climbed in bed next to her and
gathered her up in his arms. She tried to pry his arms off of her, but it was
no use. He had her trapped. He hugged her to his chest. “I need to keep the
precious things closest” he whispered in her ear. “Get Off Me.” She growled,
“Come on darling, you know I can’t do that.” He responded “Now go to sleep” he
said, closing his eyes. Veronica wouldn’t sleep… not while this MONSTER was
holding her like some teddy bear or something. But eventually, the fatigue of
not having slept in two days caught up to her and she knocked out.
JD got up early; he needed to get a head start on today. No redoes, today he
would erase Westerburg high off the maps. He looked over at his precious
Veronica and smiled. Soon she’d be set free from the binding Westerburg had
tightened onto her mind. He planted a kiss on her forehead, when he got back
they could leave, but there was no point in waking her now. He gathered his bag
from the floor, and changed his clothes. He didn’t need to be stopped today
because of someone who realized that he shouldn’t be there.
He gathered all his supplies and headed out the door, taking special care to
lock it behind him, still. He needed Veronica to still be there when he got
back. As he headed toward the school he smiled to himself. Not a single problem
could be had today. There would be no one else to look for his dearest,
Veronica. His smile turned sadistic, no one left to look for anyone at all.
*Heather Duke’s POV*
I was running! Running, as fast as I could… why am I running? I look behind
myself to see and the second I see the reason I put on a massive burst of
speed. “AGH!” I shrieked, tripping over a root. Before I got up I noticed a
piece of blue fabric… It looked suspiciously like a piece of Veronica’s blazer.
No time for cryptic messages! I had to- *bang* I cried out in pain, and hit the
ground clutching my shot leg. He came up to me. “Why thank you Miss Duke,
you’ve done me a tremendous favor, even if you don’t know it… unfortunately,
you won’t be living long enough to learn what it was.” He raised the gun to
point at my head. I was frozen. *bang* everything went black…
Heather Duke bolted upright in bed; breathing heavily… thank goodness it was
just a dream! She looked over at her alarm clock, CRAP she was SO late! She’d
only be there in time for the pep rally if she was lucky. She hoped she could
find Martha and McNamara there… She wasn’t sure why but the dream seemed a
little TOO real, maybe they’d know something about it. She got dressed quickly,
and grabbed her keys; she’d grab her books later. There were more important
things to attend to. When she got to school the parking lot was full so she
parked on the other side of the woods.
After looking around, she decided that the quickest route was to cut through
the woods. She walked as fast as she could, stopping to look at nothing, but at
the same time seeing everything, or at all least the wrong things. That’s when
she saw it, the popped up root she had tripped over in her dream. She saw a
splash of bright color out the corner of her eye and wanted to scream. Next to
the root was a scrap of fabric, one torn from Veronica’s blazer, in the exact
same place her dream had shown it as well.
Looking around frantically, she began to run. If the torn fabric was there
then… NO! She wasn’t even going to consider it, she exited the forest, looking
much the same as she had walking in, apart from her being slightly shaken… and
she couldn’t quite get rid of the feeling she was being watched.
JD watched Heather exit the forest. He had toyed with the idea of taking care
of her then and there but decided against it. She would be taken care of with
the rest in the explosion. Besides, writing another suicide note would just be
a waste of time when he had one with her name on it anyway. Waiting for her to
enter the school, he crept out of the woods and made a beeline for the kitchen
entrance. Lunch was already over for the day and no one would be in there.
He snuck out of the kitchen and mingled in with the crowd, heading for the gym.
Breaking off from the crowd, however when he reached the doors to the boiler
room. He walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace; he didn’t need to worry
about time or someone finding him.
Martha & McNamara
Martha spotted an odd looking kid in the crowd as she and Heather were heading
to their lockers to retrieve their things. Martha watched him out of curiosity
when she saw him break away from the crowd, she didn’t recognize him… maybe he
was new? Then she let out a gasp of surprise and horror when he turned to go
into the boiler room. She had seen who it was under the brim of that hat!
“McNamara, we need to go NOW! No time for going to our lockers.” Martha said,
grabbing Heather’s wrist. "Martha, what's going on!?!" McNamara practically
shouted as Martha ran down the hallway with her in tow. "JD is in the building
with us, Heather. We NEED to get out." Heather adopted a panicked look and
started running as fast as she could toward the exit with Martha. The girls
tried to open the door, but it was locked. So they ran to the next one, their
footsteps echoing down the empty hallways as they heard the ticking of a clock
in their minds.This door, thankfully was open. Heather and Martha ran out, into
the street.
JD had just finished attaching the bomb to the pillar, and pulled the coats out
of his bag, he also pulled out his trademark trench coat, pulling it on and
stowing away the baseball cap. No one would be around to see him anyway, well
no one that had time to call the cops at least. He planted the coats back
behind some paint cans so that it would look like they were hiding out down
there, afterwards he went up to the bomb and hit the button. Running up the
stairs, out the door, and through the exit and he just barely managed to make
it to the edge of the forest before-*BOOM!!*- He could feel the heat of the
explosion on the back of his neck, he smiled, almost giddy with his sick joy.
Martha and McNamara couldn't help, but watch with tears of horror in their eyes
as their school, all their teachers, their peers, everything was obliterated in
front of them. The smoke from the explosion was thick enough to cut with a
knife. The awful, sooty, smell stung their eyes, and caused them to cough
violently. They could feel the heat from the flames- from their friend's
burning pyre.Why had he done it!? What was the end goal of killing all these
people? Martha and McNamara watched in silent vigil, tears running down their
soot stained faces.
Veronica and Heather were sitting together, Veronica had woken up and JD was
missing. She was terrified of what he might be doing that he would forgo a
chance to torment her about it. Suddenly there was a loud noise, an awful
earsplitting explosion that caused Veronica to go into a shock. "N-no... he
didn't! NO!" She screamed, hoping with all her heart that she was right.
Heather looked on, confused as to what was happening. There was an odd,
groaning noise coming from the next room. "Wha?" Veronica said, picking herself
up to walk over and investigate. Heather simply sat down on the bed, figuring
that whatever it was. It wasn't important.
Duke's ears were ringing, where was she? It got all loud and hot, and then....
She wasn't sure what "then" was? Was it now? Now, she was in a very dark room.
She heard a door open and stood up, turning around to see who, or what it was.
Her eyes widened in shock at who she saw. "Veronica!?" she squeaked "We've been
looking all over for you, where have you-" Suddenly she noticed what a mess
Veronica was, from her matted hair, to her tear stained, anguished face, and
her stained blazer. "What happened to you?" she asked, not sure what to make of
it. "Heather..." Veronica said quietly, almost mournfully as she fell onto her
knees "Oh my god, Heather. What happened!" Heather Chandler came over,
"Veronica why are you saying my na- Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw" She
said, noticing Duke standing in the room.
Veronica's face was turning red, very red! Her hands clenched into fists. "I'm
Going To KILL Him!" she said. Chandler looked over at Veronica, decided that it
wasn't a good time to interrupt, and refocused her attention on Duke. Duke was
very confused by this whole ordeal. "Heather!" she exclaimed, unsure of what
was going on. "I tried to keep you out of the forest you idiot. Did you have a
brain tumor for breakfast?" she said, with mild annoyance on her face at the
ignored warning. "Nothing happened in the forest..." Duke said "Everything
changed while I was in the gy- Wait... how'd you know about my dream?" she
asked skeptically.
"Because I gave you the vision, Heather" Chandler responded "I knew that
Westerburg was next on Psycho's kill list, and was TRYING to keep you alive.
But look where it got you instead" Duke looked at Chandler, confused "You...
actually did something to help me?" she asked "I'm so stupid! I went to tell
McNamara and Martha about it all!" Chandler gave Duke an deadpan look. "Really,
Heather?" she said, "Wait, where ARE McNamara and Martha?" Duke shrugged "Beats
me, they probably got out" Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps up above
their heads, Veronica froze, a door opened. "I'm back Ronnie, didja miss me?"
Said JD.
Chapter End Notes
     Misleading title is misleading, no?
***** That of Death and Disbelief *****
Veronica turned, slowly to face JD, her eyes screaming bloody murder. "YOU...
YOU BLEW UP THE F*CKING SCHOOL!?!" she screamed at him, her fists starting to
turn her fingers white. "Tsk tsk" sighed JD, "Now, now Veronica, we mustn't
yell. It's not very mature is it?" he said in mock exasperation. Heather Duke,
looking up from her argument with Chandler froze. "H-Heather..." she said,
pointing at JD. Chandler turned around, and saw JD approaching Veronica, also
seeing the pissed A.F. look on her face she decided to let psycho trench coat
have his own funeral. Duke however, was having none of this, "Veronica, what
are you doing? RUN!" she shouted. Veronica turned around, to glare at Duke,
that one split second was all JD needed. He leapt forward and grabbed Veronica
around the waist. "Shut up, Heather." he said, grinning at his own joke. He was
struggling to keep ahold of Veronica's waist with only his one arm. Duke's hair
started smoking, and her eyes turned to burning coals. "What. Did. You. Just.
Say?" She asked, her voice soft and calm, making it all the more dangerous. JD
simply ignored her, dragging Veronica towards a bag he had previously dropped
on the floor.
Holding Veronica with one arm and reaching into the bag with the other JD
grabbed the bottle of sedatives that he had bought. "Oh no you don't!" Duke
snapped, rushing up to JD and attempting to knock the bottle out of his hands,
taken aback when her hand simply phased through it. "What the-" She said,
trying unsuccessfully to beat up JD. Veronica was, however, a lot more
successful when she elbowed J.D. in the chest. "OOMPH!" He grunted in surprise.
"That's it, Ronnie, time out for you... how about, a nap?" he said, shifting
her around and opening the bottle of sedatives. Veronica's eyes widened as she
struggled against his arm, trying to get in another hit. JD, having expected it
this time, caught her arms and turned her around. "C'mon now Ronnie, it won't
be so bad. Just get some rest." He said, trying to get the pill through her
clenched teeth. 
Chandler, getting sick of Duke's pathetic attempts to attack JD, grabbed Duke's
shoulder. "Heather, love. You can't touch anything, remember? You're dead now."
Duke's eyes widened, her breath becoming faster, and her hair lit on fire. "YOU
F*CKING KILLED ME!?! YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!!!" She screamed, with murder in her
voice. Veronica took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip under JD's
arm and rush behind the boxes in the dark room she had found Heather in.
"Damnit." JD muttered under his breath, stepping into the room to look for
Veronica. Chandler looked at Duke, "Good job." she said, mildly impressed. Duke
just saw red, her vision blocked by the rage and contempt she harbored for this
demonic man. Suddenly, the drawl of a tired, and overall none very appealing
voice filled the room, "What's going on?" said Kurt. "Yeah, why are you in here
Heather?" Ram asked. Chandler facepalmed, "Great, now the room is really full."
she said, mentally rolling her eyes at their ignorance. "You two shut up!" she
said, "I'm trying to focus on what's going on." Suddenly they heard Veronica
scream from the room next to them, and then it became muffled, and they heard
JD say "Just swallow it already, Ronnie. It'll be over faster that way."
Chandler groaned, she had wasted the opportunity to help Veronica on these two
numbskulled boys."Would you two just go back to my place?" she said through
clenched teeth. "No way!" Kurt said, "Yeah, we want to know who's getting blown
off in that room over there." Ram added. "Punch it in!" They both said, doing a
fist bump, and practically tripping over themselves to get into the room. Once
in there however, the scene they were greeted by was much different then they
had imagined. JD was holding Veronica's mouth shut, trying to get her to
swallow the sedative pill. "C'mon Ronnie!" he said. "You'll feel much better
when you've taken your medicine." JD, having succeeded in forcing Veronica to
swallow the pill, picked her up and laid her down on the bed. "I'll be back for
you in a bit, Darling." he said, "I just need to pack our things into the car."
he got up, and grabbed his duffel bag, bringing it toward the staircase. Once
the ghosts heard him leave, They immediately tried to get Veronica to spit out
the drug. In the end, it was Chandler's blue tongue, and glossed over, bleeding
eyes that got her to puke it up. Veronica coughed, and said in a weak, tired
voice "Thanks guys, I'm positive that wherever he's taking me, that I don't
want to go." JD came back into the room for Veronica's bag and saw the puke on
the mattress and Veronica, slowly getting up. He sighed, exasperated and
crushed up a pill, and added it to a bottle of water that he then forced her to
drink.
"You've had your glass of water, now go to bed sweetheart." He said, much like
a parent would say to their procrastinating child. Kurt and Ram were infuriated
at the way he was treating her, and how he had pissed off Heather Duke. "Let's
kick his ass!" Ram said to Kurt. "C'mon, man, we're seniors! We're too old for
that crap!" Kurt said. "Dude! This is for the babe!" said Ram. "Okay, for once
you actually have a point." Kurt shrugged. "Shit, Heather's rubbing off on me."
"I forgive you, bro." Ram said. So they ran up to him, and started to throw
punches and kicks that did nothing but phase through him, and ruin their self
esteem. "What the hell, man!" Kurt said, punching himself in the arm, "OW,
SHIT!" He shouted, holding his newly bruising arm. Chandler rolled her eyes at
the idiocy of the two jocks, "You two have no excuse!" She said. "You've been
dead for like, a month now. You should know better than to try that." Ram
looked at Chandler, his eyes in shock, "Wait, does that mean that we like,
can't touch anything?" he asked, dumbfounded by this development. "Yes, of
COURSE it does, Ram! Geez it's like you two haven't even tried to do it yet."
she snapped, annoyed by their sheer idiocy. "Well… We've been staying in the
woods, mostly. So, we really haven't." Kurt said. Duke tapped Chandler on the
shoulder, "WHAT, HEATHER!?" Chandler shouted, in her irritation at her fellow
ghosts. "This might be a bad time to tell you, but Veronica, JD , and
Veronica's bag all went missing while you three were arguing." she said,
fidgeting nervously.
"Wait, WHAT!" Chandler shouted, looking around. Sure enough, no signs of JD or
Veronica were anywhere to be seen. "Heather! Why didn't you tell me that he was
taking her away!? Do you WANT him to have her!?!?!" She said, her expression a
mix between pained and pissed. She'd become far too fond of Veronica in the
last week and a half to lose her now. "I didn't notice they were gone until
just now, I thought you were watching her!" Duke said, looking Chandler
straight in the eyes. "Wait, you mean none of you saw JD walk out of the room
with Veronica? That's hilarious!" Kurt said, "They left like, ten minutes ago
while you were arguing with Ram." Heather; not for the first time, and most
certainly not the last time, facepalmed. She couldn't believe the kind of
idiocy that was being spewed out of Kurt's mouth. "Kurt... WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T
YOU SAY ANYTHING!?!?!?" She shouted, her voice echoing off the empty walls of
the house and causing everyone but her to wince and cover their ears. "You said
it yourself, we're ghosts. WE can't actually DO anything about it." Kurt said,
looking unsure of himself all of a sudden.
Chandler said nothing, just walked up and squared him in the jaw. "AWWWW!!!
HEATHER, MY PERFECTLY HANDSOME FACE, WHAT THE FUCK?!!!" Kurt yelled. "I THOUGHT
YOU SAID WE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HIM!!!!!" "WE CAN'T, YOU IDIOT!!!! BUT THAT
DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!!!!!" Chandler yelled. "BUT WHY?!!!!
WHAT DOES IT MATTER, WE CAN'T HELP HER!!!!!" "YES, WE CAN. I'M NOT LETTING
PSYCHO TRENCHCOAT KID HAVE HER MIND ALL SCREWED UP LIKE YOURS!!! SHE'S A
HEATHER, AND HEATHERS HAVE TO KEEP IT TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!" Chandler then stormed
out of the room, before coming back and grabbing Duke's arm. "Come on, Heather.
We are the only two ghosts who have enough of a brain to do anything." "What
can we even do?" Duke asked, as she and Chandler ascended the steps. This
caused Chandler to stop. "Shit, I don't know." She said. "We can at least stay
with Veronica."
Then, Duke suddenly put her hand to her temple. "You do that, Heather. I need
to go lay down." Heather was about to yell at Duke to stop bitching and
moaning, but she saw by the look on Duke's face that she was undergoing an
existential crisis at the moment. "Yeah…" She said, cringing. "You do that,
Heather." Duke disappeared, probably to go flop down on her bed. Chandler then
teleported to her main haunt.
***** "Family Road Trip" *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
An old station wagon was driving down a faded road away from Sherwood, Ohio.
The driver, a tall, dark haired, young man of about 18 kept looking over his
shoulder. No one noticed, or if they did, they did nothing. There was a
passenger in the car. A brunette girl of about 17 was asleep, buckled into the
backseat. No one noticed; no one cared. For them it was just a normal day, get
off work and go home. For the boy in the front seat it was a beautiful day, he
was finally leaving Sherwood Ohio behind, and Veronica was coming with him. For
the girl however, it was one of the worst days of her life. She had no say in
where she was going, not even any say in if she was in the car or not. Her
friends, her home, her family, they were all behind her now. Dead or alive, she
didn’t know. Nothing outside of the bubble that Jason Dean had placed her in
had reached her since about a week and a half ago. The worst day in her life,
but the best day in his, non disputable for either party but that’s just the
way life is.
In the backseat the girl stirred, and said “heather…” in her sleep. JD glanced
up at the rear-view mirror. First checking the road, and then looking at her,
his beautiful angel, his darling wife, Veronica Sawyer. Veronica was dreaming,
he wondered if it was about him. “I wish I could see inside that pretty little
head of yours” he said to himself more than anyone else. “I’d reach in and fix
whatever those assholes did to you that made you so blind to our love.”
Veronica simply slept on, oblivious to the world around her; he had made sure
she was sound asleep. She would need to be; otherwise she’d cause a fuss and
get them both into trouble. He couldn’t have that, so off to sleep she went. He
smiled to himself at the reassuring sight of her, safely buckled into the car
where he could see her, and then glanced to the road behind him again. Still
nothing, which meant nobody, had suspected that the fake evidence he left at
the sight of the explosion was fake then. He was free from becoming wanted for
that little incident, and Veronica was free from the toxic people that had
blinded her. He refocused on the road, “Not long now, Ronnie. We’ll be out of
Ohio soon.”

*In Veronica’s dream*

Veronica was running through a sea of people in the gym of Westerburg High. She
fought through the crowd endlessly but no matter how many people she avoided
the crowd just went on. She had to get to the boiler room, she had to save
everyone. The crowd continued on, the endless sea of people seeming to extend
with each step she took. Suddenly she started to see some familiar faces. Faces
she had hoped and prayed would never be here at the pep rally, she tried to go
to them but people would just crowd around them and push her away. There was no
hope; she would never get to the door. She fell to her knees, putting her face
in her hands when she felt a hand on her shoulder. JD was behind her, holding a
gun to Martha’s head. “M-Martha!” she stuttered, “JD! WHY!?” JD just smiled
sympathetically and said “Darling, I can’t have you running away or stopping me
anymore, if you come with me, she lives. If not, she dies and I bring you with
me anyway.” Veronica paled, torn between reaching to Martha to grab her, and
just running away entirely in the hopes that JD would leave Martha alone to
pursue her. “Tick tock Darling. I don’t have all day you know.” Veronica
gulped; Martha had nothing to do with this. Veronica couldn’t just leave her,
besides she knew that if she ran that JD would find a way to get back at her,
or worse; Martha. Veronica paused; she looked at Martha who was trembling like
a leaf, shaking her head at Veronica. She didn’t deserve this. Veronica opened
her mouth to respond right before the scene in front of her changed.

Heather Chandler stood in front of her in a large blank, white area.
“Heather…?” Veronica asked looking around herself, confused as to where the pep
rally had gone. “Veronica, listen. You NEED to wake up.” Chandler said,
urgently. “Wait… then JD DOESN’T have Martha!” she sighed in relief, “I was
so-.” “VERONICA FOCUS!” Chandler yelled. “Of COURSE JD doesn’t have Martha, he
thinks she’s dead!” Veronica looked at Chandler, finally quiet. “Ok, now that
you’re actually listening. You need to wake up Veronica! JD put you in his car,
and is driving out of Ohio! This is your last chance to get away from him
without help.” Veronica looked at Chandler. “Heather… You DO realize that I’m
not sleeping of my own accord. JD drugged me; I don’t think that even now that
I’m aware I’m dreaming I could wake up.

Chandler looked at Veronica then she opened her mouth, and closed it again.
“Wow, the demon queen of high school, at a loss for words. Someone call the
news channel” Chandler was not amused, “Really Veronica? I come all the way out
here to help you and you just make a joke at my expense?” Veronica looked
embarrassed; I only wanted to lighten the mood Heather.” Chandler looked at
Veronica “I can only imagine what’s going on in your head right now that
despite the fact you’re being torn away from your home and your entire school
was blown up, everyone inside murdered. That you still think about telling a
joke to lighten the mood.” A shade of sadness momentarily covered Veronica’s
face before she banished it to the back of her mind. “Heather, I only want to
be happy right now. JD can’t get to me in here and so I will make jokes and try
my best to stay sane.” She straightened her back, her face becoming like stone.
“I will defend myself and become stone when I am awake and he is around, I will
release my frustration when he pushes me too far, but I will NOT let him take
control of how I feel when I am in my own dreams. He can’t touch me, here so I
am safe.” She said, with a sense of finality.

Chandler felt an urge to applaud the strength of this person who when any
normal person was faced with this situation would’ve sat in the corner and
cried, tried her best to be normal and free even if it was only when she was
asleep. She didn’t applaud Veronica however, because if she applauded her then
she would’ve felt too safe. Not even dreams were fully incorruptible if someone
tried hard enough. “Veronica, you listened to me.” Chandler said, a little
surprised at this. “Well, yeah Heather. If advice makes sense you don’t just
throw it away because you don’t like where it comes from.” Chandler nodded;
Veronica had a level head, even in a time like this. That was serious
fortitude. However Chandler was starting to become anxious. She had no idea
where JD was, no idea where he was taking them either. “Veronica… you know
what, I think I should probably go. I’ll just leave you to your dreams I
guess.” Veronica turned to look at Chandler, but she was gone.
 
JD glanced over at a sign as it passed by at the side of the road. "Welcome to
Indiana" he read aloud "Ya hear that Ronnie!? We made it!" he said excitedly.
"So, you've finally gotten away from the Ohio police, huh? Are you proud of
yourself 'JD'?!" Said, a voice from the backseat. "Hello, Heather" said JD
without turning to look at the spirit "What could've possibly possessed you to
seek out my lowly presence?" he sighed, exasperated at the thought of being in
the same car as the former queen bee. "I came over to tell you, She's not going
to give up. I'm not sure what kind of game you're playing at, but Veronica is a
strong soul. She's going to fight to her last breath." Chandler said, with a
sense of finality. JD paused, then he burst out laughing. Chandler looked at
him, unimpressed. "What's so funny about that?" she asked, almost bored by his
reaction. "You REALLY think that I'm playing some sort of game!? That's where
you're wrong. I'm not trying to play at anything, heck I'm not even trying to
fight her. I'm simply taking her to safe place to recover. YOU on the other
hand need to stop it with your little 'visits' they aren't helping." Heather
looked at him, her eyes narrowed. "What Recovery?" she asked, skeptically.
"Don't play dumb!" said JD, a momentary flash of irritation crossing his face.
"I know you did something her mind! She can't see our love anymore, I'm just
trying to reverse the damage that you and and the rest of Westerburg did to her
mind!" Chandler looked at him incredulously. "You CAN'T be serious!?" she said,
her voice filled with shock and disbelief, and almost amusement. "You think
that what you're doing is HELPING her!? Try mental anguish you sicko! She HATES
you and all you're doing is making it harder for yourself. I almost feel bad
for you, oh wait! I DON'T because YOU are a TWISTED FUCK!" She shouted, getting
angrier with every word. "How would you know, you cast her out before you even
really knew her!" He said, not skipping a beat "I WAS HER BEST FRI-", "Do you
REALLY think so Ms. Chandler?" JD asked, his face betraying nothing at what he
felt. "I may not know much about friendship but I'm pretty sure that best
friends don't cast each other out because they refused to let you humiliate
their other friends and then got sick. Might I add that YOU Ms. Chandler were
right there when she was doing everything that led to her being sick. Best
friends don't let each other overdo it like that, but NO! YOU cast her out, so
she came to ME! I'M the one who made her feel better and YOU ended up DEAD! Now
who's the better friend Ms. Chandler?" JD said, finishing with a smirk on his
face.
 
Chandler saw red, "You literally kidnapped her, killed everyone in her entire
school and are taking her out of her home state against her will, and STILL
think you're doing what's right! What, is she just going to magically forgive
you because you're keeping her away from society? Yeah right!" Chandler said,
looking over at the unconscious girl next to her. "Now who's losing their
cool?" asked JD, smiling at the chaos he had caused. "NOT ME! I'M THE FACE OF
COOL AND CHILL! CAN'T YOU TELL!?!" Chandler shouted, standing up. "I'M
LEAVING!" She announced, disappearing. "Good riddance." JD muttered under his
breath after her.
 
Chandler appeared on the sidewalk in front of Westerburg high in the ghost
realm. She turned around and face palmed. "Goddamnit!" She said, looking over
the courtyard.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Shots Fired *****
Chapter Notes
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“Goddamnit..." Said Heather Chandler as she looked out over the courtyard in
front of Westerburg high. "I forgot about them." She muttered, as a few faces
from the massive crowd of dead students, faculty, and visitors looked over and
spotted her. "LOOK! IT'S HEATHER CHANDLER!" One shouted, bringing everyone's
attention to her. About five hundred voices started to shout all at once
however one statement seemed to stand out in its repetitiveness. "Wait... If
Heather's here, does that mean that we're dead!?" Heather looked over at the
usually stoned girl who had said it. "EVERYONE QUIET!" Chandler shouted,
everyone shut up. "Ok, yes you're dead, there was a bomb in the boiler room.
No, the person who set off the bomb is not here too. Any more questions?" She
asked, tapping her foot in anticipation at the flood of questions she
anticipated.
 No one said anything, the fact that they were dead was still sinking in.
However one person, taking advantage of the quiet asked, "Can I hug you?".
Chandler stared at them "What the fuck, no." She said, looking at them in
confusion. "But you died for us." Said another voice in the crowd. Chandler
rolled her eyes "That's what you were told? No, I did not die for you, I was
murdered. Actually I was murdered by the same person who murdered you. They
killed Kurt and Ram too, but those two actually were fags." The entire crowd
stared, waiting for her to say who did it. She looked out, then realizing what
they wanted she opened her mouth, "I was murdered by Jason Dean and Veronica
Sawyer." she said. one moment, one moment of complete silence. Then three
things happened all at the same time: 1, everyone in the crowd lost their heads
except for two people, 2 one of the people, a woman towards the front of the
crowd fell into a dead faint, 3 Everyone looked over to to the woman and the
man picking her up and recognized them almost instantly. Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer
were killed in the explosion. Chandler followed everyone's eyes and couldn't
believe her own. Mr. Sawyer, having caught his wife looked around to see what
all the fuss was about. "Oh dear." Chandler said, realizing what was about to
happen.
“All at once the Sawyers were just about trampled by angry people, student and
staff alike. "What kind of parenting leads a child to MURDER!?" "Why didn't you
STOP HER!?" "Did you two KNOW about this?!" everyone was yelling at the same
time, Mr. Sawyer looked like he was about to follow into his wife's footsteps
when Chandler stepped in and waved away the people. "Cut it out!" she shouted,
her voice cutting through the noise like a hot knife through butter. "They had
nothing to do with it! Heck, their daughter wasn't even a knowing, let alone
willing accomplice. I've been talking to her and she knew nothing about what
was happening until after it happened both times. She only wrote my suicide
note after her 'boyfriend' said she'd go to jail if she didn't!" eyes were all
on Chandler as Mrs. Sawyer came to, but no one but her husband noticed. "Wh-
what's going on?" she asked, looking at the people crowded around her and the
teenage girl wearing the nightgown in front of her. "We'll talk later."
Chandler said. a voice cut through the crowd "Wait, where IS Veronica?" it
said, everyone started to murmur and look around for the missing student.
Chandler sighed, "She was kidnapped... by Jason Dean." Suddenly everyone was
screaming, "OH MY GOD!" "IS SHE ALRIGHT!?" "WHY DID HE TAKE HER!?" "SOMEONE
NEEDS TO HELP HER!!!!" Chandler looked around, trying to find a way to slip out
of this mess quietly when Mrs. Fleming piped up. "Ok, now everyone calm down
this is a perfect opportunity to-" "OH, SHUT UP and go patronize some bunny
rabbits or something Mrs. F!" shouted pervy nerd. "I DON'T PATRONIZE BUNNY
RABBITS!" Mrs. Fleming shouted in indignation. "Oh, shut up Pauline!" said the
headmaster. "Yeah, we all know that you do!" said a beleaguered geek. "Nobody
listens to you, Mrs. F! Get your head out of the weed cloud!" the stoner chick
added.
Heather Chandler took opportunity to pull Veronica's parents out of the crowd
and drag them toward her house. "C'mon you two, we need to talk." she said as
they walked out of eyesight of the crowd. However, they heard two slurred male
voices coming from behind them and turned to see Kurt and Ram walking toward
the school, babbling with drunken stupor. "Well then... I'm not going to bother
with that." Said Chandler, pulling the two adults with her as she continued to
walk away. Mr. Sawyer wondered what his lifeafterlife had come to that he was
following a dead teenage girl wearing a skimpy silk kimono robe in search of
answers as to what had happened to his daughter. Mrs. Sawyer was desperately
hoping that this was a dream and that she would wake up at home with Veronica
safe in her room. Neither wanted to think about the person who they were told
had their daughter. From everything they had just found out, he was a dangerous
person who had manipulated everyone into believing things that weren't true.
Heck, they had even fallen for his manipulations more than once.
Heather Chandler just led on, she didn't need anyone else to have this
information. Hell, she didn't even know if the Sawyers could handle the current
situation. Regardless they had a right to know what was going on. "Come in,
this is my place." Said Chandler, opening the door, and motioning for them to
sit on the sofa. Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer sat down, and looked up to Chandler who
sat back on the recliner. "Soo... what was all that about?" asked Mr. Sawyer,
looking at Chandler his face a mix of concern and confusion. Mrs. Sawyer just
sat there, leaning against her husband. Her head was spinning, trying to make
sense of what was happening. Surely this girl must've been joking... a murderer
didn't REALLY have Veronica, right?
Chandler sighed and opened her mouth "I'm sorry that you two had to find out
like this. I'm sure that if you knew you were probably holding out hope that it
wasn't the truth but let me tell you, it is." Mrs. Sawyer just buried her face
in her husband's chest, trying to hide her reaction to the news presented to
her. Mr. Sawyer stroked his distressed wife's hair trying to keep a straight
face, to keep strong for them both. Chandler looked on with a little added
respect for how hard the man was trying despite the fact that one of a parent's
worst fears had befallen his daughter. "Veronica hadn't even known this kid for
a full day before I died, but they were together when they came to my house
that morning. I told Veronica to make me a prairie oyster and they went out
into the kitchen. When they came back I asked Veronica for the cup and she
handed it to me but when I drank it, it was NOT a prairie oyster." Veronica's
father paled, "What was in the cup?" he asked nervously, looking as though he
didn't really want to know the answer. As it turns out her 'boyfriend' thought
it would be funny to put drain cleaner in a cup identical to the one with the
prairie oyster in it. She grabbed the wrong cup and that's what she gave me.
Mrs. Sawyer shuddered and turned to face Chandler, looking as though she might
be sick. "M-my sweet little Veronica k-killed you!?" she exclaimed, trying to
keep the stutter out of her voice but ultimately failing. "If it makes you feel
any better, she didn't do it on purpose." Chandler offered, trying to make the
shaken woman calm down a little. Mrs. Sawyer just slumped backwards into the
couch cushion trying to keep ahold of herself despite the fact that her world
was falling around her. "Anyway, I stupidly didn't look into the cup and downed
the whole thing before realizing what I had drank. So that encounter ended
rather badly for me, and Veronica recently filled me in on what happened before
I 'came around' so to speak. Basically she flipped and trenchcoat kid took
advantage of her panic to get her to forge a suicide note in my handwriting.
Afterwards I decided that I was going to hang around and see what else they
did." Mr. Sawyer looked at Chandler "Go on." he said, a little uneasily. "Well
after I died Veronica got a call from Heather McNamara telling her to motor to
the graveyard because of an emergency. So off Veronica went but when she got
there all she saw was a passed out Kurt Kelley and McNamara hiding in her car.
Turns out the reason she was called there was so that she and Duke could give
her up for date rape in order for them to avoid date rape.
Mr. Sawyer's face turned to one of outrage. "They did WHAT!?!" he shouted
causing Chandler to look over at him, disinterested. "You heard me, anyway the
two boys were too drunk to do anything so Veronica eventually just walked away
after it was clear that McNamara and Duke wouldn't let her into the car. So at
school the next morning Veronica goes up to them and asks for an apology.
However when she told me to shut up about them touching my stuff little miss
green with envy told HER to shut up. Apparently she had gotten ahold of my red
scrunchie and used it to take my place. Afterwards she went around helping Kurt
and Ram spread rumors that she blew them both off and she ran off to cry." Mrs.
Sawyer opened her mouth like she was going to say something but Chandler just
shushed her. "So trenchcoat kid tried to beat up Kurt and Ram but just ended up
having his ass handed to him. When he found Veronica hiding in a closet he had
the brilliant idea to tell her they were going to tranq the two and stage a gay
suicide pact. So Veronica calls the boys up and tells them that she wants to do
a threesome with them and being the stupid faggot jocks they are, they believed
her. JD told Veronica that he was filling their guns with 'ich luge' bullets
which were tranquilizer. I'm not sure why or how but she believes him and as it
turns out the bullets were called ich luge for a reason. It's German for 'I
lied'.
Mr. Sawyer looked like he was about to pass out so Chandler just said, "None of
that now. You're a full grown man and I won't have you passing out in my living
room." Mr. Sawyer straightened up, still not looking so well but determined not
to pass out no matter what this girl said next. "So Veronica waited for them in
the rendezvous point in the woods and had them strip for her. She said that at
the count of three they could come at her and rip her clothes off of her. When
they got to three though Her boyfriend jumped out from behind a tree and shot
them. Veronica shot too but missed. So JD went out and chased Kurt before
shooting him and dragging him back to the clearing." Mrs. Sawyer slumped even
further into the couch, not wanting to hear any of this but knowing that she
needed to know exactly what this boy was capable of.
"Afterwards, Veronica broke up with him because she didn't want to be a part of
any more murders that JD might commit." Heather continued, "However, this was
before he came and warned you of Veronica's 'thoughts of suicide' which, by the
way, didn't exist at the time." "At the time?!" Mr. Sawyer repeated, "You're
saying that she developed them a little later?!" "Yes, most likely. She's
probably already tried to, but JD has a way of depriving her of any way out of
the trap she's in, even through means of suicide. You know how you found her
hanging from her bed sheets?" Mrs. Sawyer nodded. "Well, JD knew about that
little stunt she pulled. He actually fell for it. But now, she doesn't even
have those. She sleeps on a bed with no bedsheets." Heather said, crossing her
arms and shaking her head, pitious and disdainfully.
Mr. Sawyer's eyes widened. "Wait, wait. Wait! This boy was in our house?!"
"Yes, he picked her window lock." Heather said, matterofactly. "Holy shit. He's
not going to leave her alone!" Mrs. Sawyer started sobbing, "You're saying that
she really doesn't have any way to escape?" "Not without the help of a
miracle," Heather replied. "And, I highly doubt that God will be able to help
her. She's fallen into the clutches of the devil spawn himself. I mean, he did
blow up the entire school and everyone in it." Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer hugged each
other for dear afterlife. "Not my little girl…" Mr. Sawyer said, only a
little more audiable than a mix between a gasp and whisper. Mrs. Sawyer bauled
into her husband's arms. "If only we knew! We could've tried to help her!"
"Well, of course she didn't  tell us for a reason, Valerie." Mr. Sawyer said,
gazing to the side. "She should have!" His wife responded, distraught from all
the new information being placed on her mind. "Yes, she should have, but
would you tell me that you murdered three people?" He tried to reason.
"She didn't, though, Theodore! She was just an unwilling accomplice!" Mrs.
Sawyer insisted, looking to Heather for confirmation. "She was, I'll admit
that, but who would possibly believe her if she said so?" "I would have!" The
heartwrenched mother yelled, angry at anyone who could possibly pass off her
daughter, a good girl who simply got caught up with the wrong guy, as a
murdress.
Would you really have believed her, Valerie?" Mr. Sawyer asked, a little
shocked at his wife's words. Mrs. Sawyer said nothing, just pulled her legs up
to her chest like a frightened child, and cried into her knees. Nobody said
anything, the only sound was Mrs. Sawyer's tears and sobs. Heather Chandler had
no more words of comfort for the pair. She was proud of herself, however. She'd
broken the news to them in the gentlest way she could imagine possible. But it
wasn't enough. Nothing could ever be enough to completely comfort you, when you
just got killed but the person who kidnapped your daughter...
 
***** What's next? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Veronica slowly came to, blinking sleep out of her eyes and turning to get out
of bed. She couldn't. She tried harder, and upon feeling a tugging sensation at
her ankles, looked down. They were tied on a short rope so she couldn't get off
the mattress. "Oh good, you're awake," said JD, as he looked up from an odd
looking machine in the corner. "I was hoping we could watch a movie together,
now that I have this generator with me." Veronica looked at JD with skepticism.
"Yeah, uh huh, sure. What are you really getting at over here?" She asked,
squinting at him, looking for clues as to what he was up to. "Nothing, my dear,
I just thought that you might enjoy a nice, realizing movie after all the
stress you went through back in Ohio. Now, Romeo and Juliet, or The Princess
Bride?" He asked, nonchalantly. "Fuck you!" Veronica snapped, glaring at the
psychopath. "I don't exactly feel like watching a movie with you! Not after all
the shit you just did!" "As you wish, darling," JD said with a devious smirk on
his face, getting up from the generator and going towards Veronica. She tensed,
realizing her mistake, but waited for him to get a little closer, before
clocking him in the face. "Piss off! If I didn't enjoy it last time, what the
hell makes you think I will this time?!" She seethed. "But you did enjoy it,
Ronnie. You just don't care to admit it." JD groaned, rubbing his sore cheek.
"What did I fucking say?! Piss off!!! As if I would ever do that with
you willingly!" "You did once…" He pointed out. "That was before I found out
that you were psychotic! Also, I was desperate and under a whole lot of outside
influence!" She snarled. JD frowned, looking a little bit dejected. "Romeo and
Juliet it is, then. I can see that you need some time to cool down.
Veronica rolled her eyes and turned to her side so that she was facing away
from JD. The opening credits played, she ignored it. She wanted nothing to do
with anything JD had put on, about thirty minutes in, however, after several
failed attempts to engage Veronica JD got up and turned off the disc player.
"Look, obviously you don't want to watch this... I have to go get some food so
I'll just leave the remote over here, go ahead and watch whatever you want.
I'll be back soon, okay?" He said, a little dejected and exasperated. Once he
left, she just lay there, before looking over at the remote. She was tempted to
turn on The Princess Bride, but that was something that she only did with
Martha. Martha… A tear almost fell. She held clenched knuckles to her mouth,
bowing her head to her knees. In a way, she wished Martha were here, but that
would only be possible if Martha were a ghost. And in order for Martha to be a
ghost… "Oh my god…" Veronica shuddered. "What am I thinking?! I don't want
Martha dead! What is wrong with me?!!" She heaved out a shaking breath, trying
to calm herself down. No. She couldn't think like that. If she ever let JD find
out, he may just go looking for Martha to make sure she was already dead… if
she isn't already dead… Please, God, let her be alive...
*The previous day*
Barely registered sirens drew closer as Martha and McNamara stood silently in
front of the ruins of Westerburg. The girls looked over at each other. "What
now?" Martha asked weakly, trying to wrap her mind around the rubble, the
smoke, the smell of burning flesh that had made it all the way across the 6
lane road to them. "Now, we tell the police about JD." Responded McNamara.
Memories of one scream echoed in her mind. One person, a tiny freshman girl
with short brown hair made it to the locked door right before the school
collapsed. The thought of her, reaching the door just to realize the
hopelessness of it, her face falls into despair... It was permanently etched
into her mind. Martha turned around to see a police officer approaching. "Umm,
Heather?" She said, poking McNamara in the back, snapping her out of the
memory. "What?" "There's a police officer headed our way." McNamara turned to
look, and sure enough, there was a police officer headed their way looking very
shocked. "..." the girls both said as the police officer came to a stop in
front of them. "Where are the rest of you?" he asked, looking at the ruins
behind them, a look of shock and horror on his face. "I'm not sure there are
any others," Martha said, looking away from the school toward the forest.
Earlier, right after the school collapsed, she thought she had seen movement
over there. It was faint and gone too quickly to tell though. But she had to
wonder... "...!" She started, startled by Heather's hand waving in front of her
face. "Huh?" She asked, semi absently.
*Back to present-time*
Veronica picked up the remote to the cable box looked it over. How long has she
been cut off? She didn't remember. Without any sort of light from the outside,
all accounts of time blended into themselves. She turned on the television and
started scrolling through channels before catching a glimpse of her own face
and pauses for a second. "...The search continues for 17-year-old Veronica
Sawyer last seen headed towards the woods by Westerburg High in Sherwood Ohio
wearing a blue blazer and grey miniskirt." Veronica gulped, unsure how to feel
about this. On one hand, she hadn't been forgotten and they were actively
looking for her. On the other hand, their search for her was putting people in
danger of JD. She looked up at the TV now showing a smoking, flaming ruin that
she took a minute looking at before realizing: that was Westerburg High. Or
what was left of it anyway.
*The previous day*
Flashes of camera lights, microphones, questions shouted by police and
reporters alike. Nothing made sense, but all at the same time it did. Martha's
mind was racing a million miles an hour trying to focus on it all. McNamara,
seeing this grabbed her hand and squeezed it, trying to pull her back into
reality. To some extent it worked, bringing Martha's attention instead to the
reporter that Heather was currently talking to. The reporter, seeing this,
asked. "Do you think that this 'Jason Dean' survived the explosion, and if so,
where is he now?" Martha blinked. Did he survive? There was not much room for
question, he was too smart to stay in the building. "Yes, from everything I
know about JD I believe he's still out there, and if he's anywhere it's
probably either out of or on his way out of Ohio." She gulped, thinking of
Veronica and how much harder looking for her was going to be. "Do you believe
that Veronica Sawyer was at all involved in this tragedy?" The reporter asked
earnestly. McNamara looked at him with shock and disgust. "Of COURSE she
wasn't! At least not directly." She thought for a minute. "Veronica was a good
friend of mine. A few days before she went missing she was telling the whole
school to enjoy being seventeen and living before we became adults." The
reporter was taken aback by her tone. An investigator nearby looked over at the
distressed pair of girls and cut through the crowd toward them. "All right,
break it up. Nothing to see here folks." He said, waving his arms between the
girls and the crowd of people. The crowd grumbled but backed off. "Now." He
said, turning to look at the teens. "You two are coming with me. There are some
questions that need answering." Martha and McNamara nodded, following him to
the cruiser parked on the corner of the street. Leaving the sounds of the
crackling flames behind them.
*Back to present-time*
Veronica's eyes widened as the reporter announced an interview with two of the
surviving students of Westerburg. It couldn't be... could it? She listened
intently to the man, trying to catch a name but heard none. Then the clip cut
on and she saw two very familiar faces. Relief flooded her senses as McNamara
and Martha answered questions, and supported each other. They were ALIVE, they
were safe. She felt a sudden chill on her shoulder and whipped her head around
quickly. Right behind her was a familiar head of golden curls. "Heather,
they're ALIVE!" Veronica said, her eyes welling up with tears of joy. Heather
looked down at Veronica, did she REALLY want to destroy her so entirely when
this was the first time she'd been so happy since before meeting JD? She
thought for a minute before deciding that it would have to happen eventually.
"Veronica... I need to talk to you about something. Turn off the TV." she said,
trying to brace herself. "Umm, ok Heather, what is it?" Veronica asked, looking
at Heather's sympathetic face. Heather looked past one shoulder, and then past
the next, nodding over each one in turn. "Veronica... I'm not sure how to tell
you this, but your parents... they." Veronica's eyes widened, her face turning
into one of despair and extreme loss. ".....n-n-no," she said weakly, looking
back up at Heather. This revealed the reason she had looked over both her
shoulders. Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer were both standing behind the young ghost,
looking aghast at Veronica's state. Realizing that she could see them, they
rushed to her side and held her tight, or at least they tried to.
Veronica felt her parent's arms phase through her and shivered from the chill.
Heather turned and left, this was none of her business anyway. Valerie
inspected Veronica, looking for any signs of abuse or torment, however, found
none. At least, until Veronica looked up to her mother. Valerie looked into her
daughter's light brown eyes and saw a world of agony. Theodore looked
confusedly at his wife, why did she look so afraid at Veronica's eyes. However,
before he could say anything Veronica opened her mouth. "Mom... Dad?" Her
already tear stained face looked in danger of having fresh tracks on them.
"Shhhhh, it's alright. We have you." Her mother cooed, trying to rock Veronica
and being momentarily confused when she couldn't. "Y'know why did I ever get
involved in my teenage daughter's social life?" Theodore said playfully.
"Because you're an idiot dad." Responded a sadly smiling Veronica. "You two..."
Valerie said in mock exasperation, she was trying not to ruin the moment with
as fragile as Veronica's psyche was at the moment but was legitimately
concerned for the subject of what had happened between now and the last time
she had seen her daughter. Veronica really was a mess with her rumpled clothes,
matted hair, and... was that vomit on the collar of her shirt? That's when she
noticed the bindings on her ankles. "What the..." she started, her eyes fixed
on the short ropes attaching her daughter to the bed. Veronica followed her
mother's eyes and looked down at her ankles, flinching when she saw the ropes,
she had forgotten about that. "..." she said, halfway alarmed, not wanting her
parents to dig too deeply into the situation but not really knowing what to say
about it either.
Theodore was the first one to break the silence. "So, um.. how're things with
you and your boyfriend?" he blurted out before realizing what he had said and
clapping his hands over his mouth. Valerie whipped her head around to glare at
him fiercely. Veronica's face looked a mix of depressed, fearful, and angry.
"JD isn't my boyfriend anymore... not after-!" She stopped suddenly, her
parents didn't need to know all of what had happened recently. It was bad
enough that they had been caught in the crosshairs. Having finished glaring at
her husband Valerie refocused her attention onto Veronica. "You were saying
something?" She asked. Veronica said nothing. "Nevermind." She said, quickly,
picking at one of her nails. She didn't look at the pair, she shifted to the
floor. It was as if the color was draining from her face, crossing her legs.
She took a deep breath, trying not to cry. Crying would entail losing
control and she couldn't do that. Not now. Her very sanity depended on it. She
had to be strong. Valerie could see that Veronica was hiding something but said
nothing. Veronica looked at her parents' faces, trying to convince herself that
this was a dream, it HAD to be... right? However, being able to see the wall
through your family's heads is not a very convincing sight. She started to
shake, ever so slightly, not knowing what to say next. Suddenly, the sound of a
lock being unlocked could be heard, and Veronica's eyes went wide. Heather took
this as her sign to pull the parents out, saying, "He can see us, we have to
leave. Otherwise, it would only hurt her more."
With that, they were gone, and for a few blessed seconds, Veronica was alone
once more. Then, her personal nightmare unlocked the door. "Ronnie! I'm ho-
ome!" He called, all sing-song and chipper. Veronica resisted the urge to roll
her eyes and scowl at the man demon. "I've brought spaghetti, with lots of
oregano." He said. "Your favorite, right?" Having just seen her parents, and
remembering that spaghetti with lots of oregano was one of the last meals she
ate with them, she was jolted in her spot on the bed. "My favorite..." She
mumbled, looking down at her lap. "Well then, I hope this is a good dinner.
Allow me the honor of cooking for you, Darling." He said, producing a propane
stove, and a pot to boil the noodles in.
Veronica, still in her grief-induced stupor, just watched the flame dance under
the pot, wishing she could stick her hand out and catch fire and burn to death.
However, even if she did, JD would douse water on her, no doubt. Then, not only
would she miserable as she is now, but she would be soaking wet and in pain.
Sighing at how horrible her best idea was, she turned to look at the news,
which she had not turned off and had just finished with its commercial break.
JD, upon hearing the voice of a TV anchor on the scene of Westerburg's remains,
looked up to see what his darling wife was watching. When he saw the location
of the news report, he scowled. So that's what Veronica was so upset about.
"Darling, there's no use being so sad about such a trivial thing. All those
people who were holding you prisoner are gone, now. They can't bother you,
anymore." JD said, getting up and hugging her. She hunched her neck in, like a
turtle, and leaned closer to the TV. "I've never heard such a lie..." She
replied, quietly. JD opened his mouth, about to ask what she meant by that when
the TV spouted a voice that made him freeze. A voice that could possibly kill
him, if used correctly. A voice that he'd been raised taught trained, like an
animal, to fear since the day his mother died.
"And now, a word from the family of the accused psychopath behind this
horrendous crime." The reporter said, before passing the microphone to a
middle-aged man, holding a warm beer. Upon seeing Bud Dean's face, JD felt a
strong impulse to shoot the god damn Television. He could see the bullet
entering the screen right between Bud Dean's eyes. But, upon contemplating
that, JD realized that it would possibly scare Veronica, so he abstained from
pulling out his gun and forced himself to listen. "I don't what you people
think my son did, but I'll tell you fuckers right now that Jason Dean is no
psycho, and he did not do this!" Bud said. "Mr. Dean, are you aware that there
were multiple explosives missing from your workplace, which match the type of
explosives used to obliterate this building?" "What did I say?! Jason Dean is
no psycho, and he did not do this!" "Mr. Dean, we were just asking a question.
Did you or did you not know about the missing explosives?" The reporter asked.
"No, I did not, you bitch!" He said, before lunging at the news reporter, the
last that was seen from that camera was a man attacking a woman, and a bunch of
cops rushing to pry him off of her.
For once in JD's life, he was relieved with his father. It wasn't very often
that the dysfunctional, psychotic family supported each other, but when they
did, it was a very refreshing experience. JD was stunned. He didn't expect to
have his father's support with this challenge. It took a few seconds for JD to
speak after that, and then he burst out laughing. "That has to be the only
thing I've heard from that old beaver that makes any sense!" He said. Veronica
scoffed. "I highly disagree." She said. JD looked at her, surprised by the
civility that he saw. She wasn't saying stuff, simply to scratch at him like a
declawed cat; she was replying to him as if they were having a nice
conversation. Like a couple, watching the news together. Maybe he was making
progress. JD got up and sat beside her legs, which were still crossed at the
ankles. He then reached up and caressed her cheek and jaw, before gripping on
hard enough that she couldn't easily look away, but soft enough that it didn't
hurt. It forced her to stare at him. To be stared at by his dark eyes. Two
windows into two totally different minds, different hearts, different souls;
Two windows, being held open by a boy reaching through one of them to hold open
the other and sneak into the bedroom of the little girl next door. Said girl
has no choice, but to hold the window open for him, for he's already crawling
his way inside. He's completely inside now, and the girl is curious as to what
toys lay in his room, waiting to be played with. She cautiously steps towards
the window, wanting to peer into the boy's room, but the boy quickly shuts both
the windows. It doesn't matter, he's inside her room now, he doesn't need the
windows to be open anymore. For minutes, Veronica and JD just sit there, eyes
closed, but not at rest. JD was ransacking her mind like a little boy in a room
full of toys for him to take, to play with, to break, to throw away, and to
find another toy. Meanwhile, the little girl, who's room was being torn apart
and plundered of all the things she held dear, is trying to keep him from
ripping apart her dolls, named Princess Martha and Heather Maceroni. Her
friends, her protectors from nightmares. He'd already spilled some blue paint
on one of her dolls, a porcelain doll in a pretty red dress, and he'd popped
the heads off of both her Ken dolls after smashing them together repeatedly.
She did not understand why he'd done so, but she was still sad. He'd stomped
all over her play school, with one of her favorite dolls in it. A little wooden
doll, with a green dress and dark hair, whom she'd named Duchess. He knocked a
photograph off her bedside table, a photograph of her and her parents, whose
faces had been cut through by shattered glass, though hers remained undamaged.
The little boy saw another Ken doll in the corner of her room. It was
collecting a thin layer of dust, having obviously been in time out for a while.
He pulled the Ken doll out from the corner, dusting it off with his shirt and
handing it to her. It wore a black shirt and was the only one she had with dark
hair. She didn't want to play with it. It was still in trouble for all the
mayhem it caused in her previous adventures with her dollies. Seeing her just
sitting there, staring at the doll, the little boy went and sat down with her.
She was angry with the boy and did not look at him. He pulled a doll out from
his pocket. It was a pretty brunette barbie doll with a sparkly blue dress and
tiara on her head. "Don't cry. Here," The little boy said, upon seeing how sad
he'd made the little girl by wrecking her room. He placed the dolls next to
each other, in a way that they were holding hands. The little girl wrinkled her
nose at the sight of the dirty, old-looking, black-haired doll holding hands
with the new, shiny-looking, blue-dressed doll. So, she took the blue doll and
began to play on her own with the doll. The little boy began trying to bring
the black-haired Ken doll into the play, but whenever he got to close, the girl
always made the brunette doll say, "I don't like playing with meanies!" and
turned away.
Veronica forced her eyes open. JD opened his own a split second later. Once
they were disconnected, Veronica released a sigh. JD tilted his head, before
kissing the girl. She tensed up and tried to shove him backwards, but he just
flicked his tongue over hers. After retracting, he saw that the spaghetti was
ready and he said, playfully, "Veronica, dinner."
Chapter End Notes
     Quick note: I know that these chapters have been taking a while to
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***** The Interrogation Room pt. 1 *****
Heather McNamara was seated in a dark room, facing a lamp that nearly blinded
her. This was the second day she was in here, but she knew the drill already.
After getting in the car of the detective she and Martha were immediately
driven to the county police station. Heather had been very confused as she and
Martha were led different ways. That is, until she was placed in the dark,
aforementioned room. That's when she realized what was going on: they believed
that she and Martha had done it. The police questioned her about things
involving the explosion. Where she was when it happened, why she was standing
across the street from the building when they got there, did she know the other
girl with her, etc. She answered truthfully to each and every one, raising a
few eyebrows when she got to the part about having seen Jason Dean in the
crowd. "Are you referring to the same Jason Dean that has been a missing person
for three weeks and whom you accused of kidnapping the girl, Veronica Sawyer?"
One of the policemen asked, squinting at her, trying to find a crack in her
story. Heather took a deep breath, "Just put on your clique face, don't show
them how nervous you are." "Yes, I'm talking about the same person." She
replied calmly. "Oh gosh, am I being transparent? Can they see how scared I
am?" she thought to herself, while keeping her face pleasant, but serious. The
policeman looked over to his co-worker and nodded. "Okay, young lady, we're
going to check your story with your friend, Ms. Dunnstock. You're going to be
staying here until we can confirm your story." The police officer took her by
the arm and led her to a cell, he turned and looked at her kindly. "Don't
worry, if you have nothing to hide then you'll be out of here in a few days.
However, until then we need to keep you here." McNamara nodded, she could
understand why. She and Martha had made the decision to stay at the scene of
the crime, and were now paying for it. Of course, it would've looked more
suspicious if they fled... What COULD they have done? She drifted off a little,
thinking about how things could have gone had JD died with the first bomb.
-Back to Present-
===============================================================================
 
“Hey, I asked you a question, young lady.”  The office said, a little harshly
but not too hostile a manner. “I’m sorry, what?” Heather asked, snapping out of
her thoughts about yesterday. “I said are you aware that a good deal of
explosives were stolen from Big Bud’s Deconstruction a couple of weeks before
the incident occurred?” Heather blinked, "So THAT’s where he got them from."
“No, I was not.” She responded, cool as a cucumber. The police scrutinized the
look on her face. There were no signs of discomfort besides the squinting of
the light in her eyes and she was showing no visible mental distress, not even
the usual distress of those falsely accused. They had been thoroughly trained
in the art of interrogation however, and she had shown no indications of having
lied or thought up an alibi. Her case was flawless but her expression seemed a
little artificial. “Are you familiar with a girl by the name of Athena
Pelline?” One of the guards asked, looking into a file while the other watched
her reaction. None. “I think I was in her class in third grade, but I never
really talked to her, why?” She asked, a little confused. “Miss Pelline was the
only other known survivor of the Westerberg bombing besides you and Miss
Dunnstock. Were you perhaps acquainted with her younger sister Lady?” Heather
thought for a minute, Lady… that name rings a bell in the back of my head but
who was she?“What did she look like?” She asked, looking for a hint as to the
identity of the girl. “She was a freshman, Caucasian girl with short brown
hair, a small physique, and hazel eyes. Heather’s eyes widened. She remembered
a girl with that description. Those wide hazel eyes crying out for help through
the glass front door of the school, filling with tears of despair as the school
crumbled atop her. “I do believe I was for a brief moment,” Heather responded,
her eyes on the verge of filling with tears at the memory of a girl she could
never know.The police looked at each other. Was she cracking? They seemed to
have hit a nerve. “What do you mean by ‘for a brief moment’?” They asked.
Heather was full on crying now. "You have to tell them the truth." "I’ve only
ever seen the girl you described once. On the day of the explosion right before
the school collapsed she reached the glass front door of the school, it was
locked, she called out for help. Then the school collapsed on top of her."
Heather said, holding back a sob. The first policeman, Officer Hansen, if she
had read the name correctly, looked at her a little skeptically.
"If you were across the street at the time of the explosion then how are you
sure of the girl in question’s expression?" Heather blinked. “I hadn’t thought
of that, how DID I see her so clearly?”“I’m not sure, I could just TELL what
she was feeling.” "Oh god, I'm starting to sound like Ms. Flemming. They're
never gonna take me seriously!" Officer Hansen did not look convinced. “But
what about you and your friend? How come you got out of the school but no one
else?” Heather had been afraid of this question. “Martha and I were leaving
early when she noticed JD walking in the crowd wearing a baseball cap. Neither
of us had time to think, we just ran.” Heather took a moment to thank the stars
Duke hadn’t been at school that day... wait, hadn’t he said Athena was the ONLY
other surviving student? “Ms. McNamara, you were a cheerleader, correct?” “Yes,
I used to be cheer captain before the attack.” The officer cleared his throat.
"If that's so then why weren't you out in the gymnasium with the rest of the
cheer team when the device detonated?" This is going to look very bad for me
and Veronica if I only tell them that she informed me and Martha. "Are you
aware of the bomb that went off at the pep rally before this? The one that
exploded on the football field where supposedly no one was hurt?", "Yes"
responded the officer. "What about it?" McNamara went on to explain their
reasoning behind suspecting JD, while the officers looked on at her betraying
no feeling towards this story.
The officers looked at McNamara, then they looked at each other. Was she being
serious? This was an outrageous story, but they still couldn't find any signs
that she was lying. So either she was really good at acting and had come up
with a good alibi beforehand, or she was telling them the truth. Of course...
that explanation for how the bombs were stolen from Bud Dean made a lot more
sense, but still. How did someone survive having a bomb strapped to their
chest? Not to mention, what drove them to try to blow up the school in the
first place? It seemed that there were some pieces to the story that didn't
quite fit... either that or there was something more to the story that she
either didn't know or wasn't telling them. No matter which it was they needed
to get down to the bottom of it. "So, Ms. McNamara, would you say that you're
close to Ms. Sawyer?" One asked, finally. "Yes, we're good friends.", "Okay,
then did you ever notice anything odd about her behavior leading up to the
incident?" McNamara thought for a moment. She DID seem a little stressed and
such after Heather's suicide, and it got worse after Kurt and Ram's. That's
when she broke up with- HOLY SHIT!!! McNamara's eyes went wide and her hands
flew up to cover her mouth. A small squeak snuck through. The officers leaned
in a little more intently at that. "Yes?" one of them said expectantly. Heather
took a second to gain her composure, "Can I tell them? It would certainly spell
trouble for Veronica but at the same time... she wouldn't have, would she? It's
crazy to think that she would." "She seemed a little stressed and almost kind
of hunted at school for a while, I had chalked it up to be her way of dealing
with the death of our classmates who had died recently but she seemed a little
worse around her boyfriend, and he was getting a little more controlling and
demanding with her."
A little more came into the light here. A possibly manipulative/abusive
boyfriend perhaps? Did the deaths of her peers have anything to do with it?
"Was she close with any of the deceased students?" Officer Hansen asked. "Yes,
she was relatively close with Heather Chandler, who was the first girl to
commit suicide.", "What about the other two? It says here that they killed
themselves in a repressed homosexual suicide pact. Were they important to her?"
Heather thought for a moment. Is this really a good idea? It's starting to make
her look like the bad guy. "I don't think so. I mean they were pretty terrible
to her the day before..." She mentally facepalmed, How is it that despite not
having done anything we all look guilty as hell!?  Nothing seemed to make sense
at the moment, she felt on the brink of a giant revelation but was trapped by
this room and its uncomfortable openness. What happened to the school!? It
thought I knew everything, but nothing makes sense anymore! she began to
hyperventilate slightly, the room was blurring at the edges of her vision.
".....are you ok...?" there was a heavy headache sinking its way into her skull
like a weight through water. Something was trying to press into her head, she
could feel someone there. Almost see.... her? The last thing McNamara saw
before blacking out entirely was the outline of a girl in green.
***** The Interrogation Room Pt. 2 *****
"Ms. Dunnstock." An officer named Gibbs said, pulling up a chair to the table
where Martha sat. "Her partner in crime." "What?" Martha asked. "Your friend,
Ms. McNamara admitted to the whole thing, Miss. We know that you blew up
Westerburg High, and murdered everyone inside." Officer Hansen said. Martha's
jaw dropped. "I did nothing of the sort!" She said, honestly terrified. Unlike
Heather, she'd had no experience with anything like this. Heather had learned
quickly how to keep her cool while under extreme pressure during the many years
that the other Heathers had made her be a bitch on command. Martha had not.
"And yet you seem scared. Why, when you have obviously done nothing wrong?" "I
swear I didn't even touch a bomb! Not a bomb that blew up Westerberg, not any
form of explosive!" She said. "Besides, my arm is still in a cast from a couple
weeks ago. How could I operate a bomb with just one hand, especially if I don't
know how to with two hands?" The officers looked to one another and Officer
Hansen said, "Either way, even if you're innocent, Ms. McNamara still confessed
that she did it and that you helped. So tell us, Ms. Dunnstock. Which parts of
her confession are false?" "Every last bit of it! Heather has been sticking
close to me ever since I told her what Veronica told me."
"Veronica? As in Veronica Sawyer?" Officer Gibbs asked. "Yes," Martha said.
"Isn’t she the girl that went missing?" Officer Hansen asked his colleague.
"Yeah... How about we have Ms. Dunnstock tell us about Ms. Veronica Sawyer."
"Will it help prove that Heather is innocent alongside me?" Martha asked.
"Well, it depends on what you tell us. Now, why don't you start from the
beginning?" Officer Hansen said, leaning forward.
"Well... It was last Friday night, and Veronica was at my house with me. We
were watching 'The Princess Bride' like we do every movie night. The pep rally
had ended early because a bomb went off on the football field. As far as we
knew, nobody was hurt, but Veronica had walked up and looked like she was
caught just within the blast radius of the explosion. I didn't ask what had
happened to her. I was simply too shocked. She asked me if I wanted to have a
movie night and I said yes. Then, while we were watching, she confessed to me
that Jason Dean had tried to blow up the school and that she managed to get the
bomb out to the football field when JD took it from her and blew himself to
smithereens. She wouldn't say why, though... But she did say that there was no
trace of his body, and so there was still a tiny fear that he may not be dead.
She told me to keep a watchful eye for any suspicious activity. That's how I
noticed JD lurking towards the boiler room at this last pep rally. I'd told
Heather what Veronica told me that night, so we both fled the school. we got
out to the parking lot as soon as the place exploded. That's why we were
standing there when the police pulled up." Martha explained.
The police officers pondered this for a minute, before standing. "We'll be
right back, Ms. Dunnstock." Officer Gibbs said, getting up from the chair and
walking out, followed by Officer Hansen, who gave Martha a reassuring smile.
"You'll be fine, Ms. Dunnstock." Martha certainly hoped so. She just wanted to
find Veronica and put this nightmare to an end. That way she could finally go
to sleep and not have nightmares about this mess like she’d been having for the
past two nights. It’s scary to think that if she had been a little slower, she
could’ve been seriously injured, maybe even killed. Martha started to cry. It
hurts to know that everyone you’ve known since kindergarten is dead or in
massive trouble. “I just want to go home...” She whimpered.
”What’s this?” Officer Gibbs said, walking back inside, holding a cup of black
coffee in his hand. “Tears?” Martha dried her eyes. “Can you blame me? Veronica
was my best friend. She’s been missing since last week and, aside from Heather,
all the people I grew up with are dead!” “Are you so sure, Ms. Dunnstock?”
Officer Hansen asked, sitting beside her. “Everyone was in that school. Nobody
could’ve survived having a building collapse on top of them, that is, is they
weren’t already incinerated by the explosion.” Martha sniffled. “You’re right.
But, there is one girl who was absent from school. She was home sick with a
fever.” He replied, setting a candy bar on the table. The pair must’ve gone to
the vending machines or something. Martha picked up the candy bar and took a
bite while looking at the Officer expectantly. “Do you know a Ms. Athena
Pelline?” Martha shook her head. “I’m a very shy girl. Aside from Veronica, my
only other friend after kindergarten was a girl named Betty Finn. I didn't
become friends with Heather until about two weeks ago.” She said.
"Hmm. Well, I think we've gotten all that we can out of her this way. She
definitely seems innocent, why don't we just go ahead and ask?" Officer Hansen
asked his partner. "Yeah, let's go ahead." "What?" Martha asked, confused. "Ms.
Dunnstock, we apologize for the dishonesty." Officer Hansen said. "We had told
you that Ms. McNamara had confessed to the crime so that we could possibly get
some more information out of you." Martha frowned. "Although I'm not happy
about that, I can understand." She said, taking another bite of her candy bar.
"So, judging by the fact that you gave me some food, I guess I checked out as
Heather's Alibi?" "Smart girl." Officer Hansen nodded. "You and she are, so
far, looking innocent. However, we still have a few questions to ask." Martha
was growing more comfortable with the situation. "Alright, what else would you
like to know?" "Ms. McNamara mentioned the deaths of three students prior to
the first bombing of Westerberg. However, a certain reaction from her caused us
to wonder if these were really suicides..." Martha furrowed her eyebrows.
"Well, I don't know about the death of Heather Chandler, but I was definitely
questioning the death of Kurt and Ram for a while..." She said. "See back in
kindergarten, Ram and I were a couple. We broke up at the start of first
grade." She hunched her shoulders. "Go on..." Officer Gibbs said, semi-
impatiently. "I know that twelve years is definitely a long enough time for
someone change their sexuality, but, before Heather Chandler died, I thought
I'd received a note from Ram, inviting me to his homecoming party. It was so
sweet as if he still cared about me after all these years." She smiled in
nostalgia.
"Yes..." Officer Hansen urged. "But, it turns out that it was really an attempt
by Heather Chandler to publicly humiliate me. She had intimidated Veronica into
forging a note in Ram's handwriting for me. When Veronica found out what
Heather had planned, she put a stop to it, but that ended up with the two of
them falling out in front of everybody. The next morning Heather downed a cup
of drain cleaner." The police glanced at each other before Officer Hansen
scribbled that down on the notepad he had. "Alright, and then what happened?"
"And then, a few days passed by when I was told that Kurt and Ram had shot each
other in a homosexual suicide pact." She continued. "I was shocked because I
hadn't realized that the note supposedly from Ram was fake. I confided in
Veronica that I suspected JD had killed the pair and was going to sneak through
his locker. I was under the impression that Ram can't have been gay for Kurt
because he was still thinking of me, therefore it had to be a fake suicide."
But, why did you suspect Jason Dean?" "Well, the day before Kurt and Ram died,
Heather Duke had assisted Kurt and Ram in spreading a rumor around school that
Veronica sucked them both off at the same time. The motive was there for JD to
do something like that." "How did you find out that the supposed note from Ram
was fake?" Officer Hansen asked. "Veronica told me after I confided in her
about JD," Martha said, hunching her shoulders. 
 "So, do you believe that Kurt and Ram commit suicide, now?" Officer Gibbs
asked. "Maybe... I really don't know, especially now that I know that JD tried
to blow up the school twice, and succeeded on the second attempt." Martha said.
"Hmm..." Officer Gibbs hummed. "I think that's all we need for right now."
Officer Hansen said, to which his colleague nodded. "In that case, come along
Ms. Dunnstock, I'll take to the vending machines to get you some food." Martha
was guided from the room, towards the vending machines, where the five dollars
in her purse was given to her so that she could buy some snacks for Heather and
herself. Meanwhile, Officer Gibbs had made his way to Heather McNamara's
holding cell, where another officer informed him that an m.D had arrived to see
what was wrong with her. Inside the bars, she was still unconscious and the
practitioner was checking her pulse and blood pressure. Both were normal.
"After you're done with that one, could you check over Ms. Dunnstock, Dr.
Pelline?" Officer Gibbs asked. "Of course, officer." She said, not a single
hint of emotion in her voice. She knew that her youngest was dead, and was
rather heartbroken that these two girls were alive instead: These two girls
whom she knew nothing of, for they obviously didn't know Lady, lest Lady would
tell her mother and sister about them. Still, she knew never to get emotionally
involved in a case, and therefore would not do anything other than her job.
Right now, all that mattered to her was making sure that these two girls, who
seemed to be very closely related to the crime, were in well enough of a
condition to aid the police in finding the culprit. "I'll make sure that they
are both taken care of, you have my word."
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