she's screaming , [ LIZ & ABBI ]

[annabel clarisse murphy]

The day had started out ordinarily enough. Anna had gotten up at five and hopped into the shower, beginning her morning ritual. Nothing had felt off or out of place. She was actually in a really good mood. Since she had gotten together with Benny, there had been less bad days. Less nightmares. Less flashbacks. Less fear. It was strange, to a certain degree. But she knew that this cycle of good days had to end soon, and it would. This day, a seemingly ordinary Wednesday. Nothing special about a Wednesday - midweek, plain, nothing to get too excited about. Sure, Anna loved living life and being awake and active. But that was just normal for her. Arriving at school nothing had changed. It was a normal day. Her coffee tasted normal, a Raspberry Mocha from the Starbucks drive through. Her clothing was normal. Well, normal for Anna, above average for most others. Her homework was done. She was happy. Normal, normal, normal.

But even the most normal days can turn into a complete horror. Something that every student, parent and teacher fears, but never really thinks will happen to themselves or their school. A school shooting. Normal turned to hell in just moments. Happy turned to horror. Calm turned to panic. It just proves that not everything is as it seems on a first glance. Like this Wednesday.

Our boy Markus, last name being unknown, had taken the school over by just waving a gun around and firing. Just a single man, not even a student or member of faculty, someone who seemed to have absolutely no connections to anyone of the school, was taking over, taking lives. Many students had been hurt, and many had escaped without a hitch. But there were currently only three who hadn't made it out at all, and were still breathing. Annabel Murphy, Liz O'Bryan, and Abigail Valentine. Three lovely and completely unconnected girls, taken into his will. Bending to his wishes and wants. Just wanting for him to spare their lives. It was a game, in a way. Or at least to Anna it was. A twisted, sick, life-altering game. Life or Death situation. Sure, Anna had been in many dangerous situations over the years. Some that girls lie awake in bed fearing. Rape. Pregnancy. Abortion. Abusive Relationship. But this, being held hostage, was surely worse than anything she'd ever personally experienced. But today, her goal wasn't her own life. It was to get the other two out, regardless of herself. Find his motives behind everything. Yet still follow whatever he wants and to remain calm. Let him think he has the upper hand.

Sitting on the chilly tile in the art room, Anna had her back against the wall. She really shouldn't have worn a dress today. Biggest mistake ever. At least she had a weapon - high heels. Too bad the dick made her take the shoes off at the door. Her hair was a disarray, completely fucked up thanks to physical exertion, trying to free herself from Markus and get out of the building. Anna had actually put on makeup this morning, too bad it's ruined now. Crying does that. Thank you freak outs and paranoia. The lights were off, and Markus was pacing. Passing the time, maybe. Who knew? He was a sociopath. He's a criminal, a murderer. For what reason? No one knew. Yet. But Anna was determined to find out. And get Liz, Abbi and herself out alive.

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[abigail kaelin valentine]

waking up at a later time then usual, abbi dragged herself out of bed with the covers still covering her half-naked body and threw herself into the shower. things were good, things were very good actually which didn't come as much of a surprise to the positive girl that was abigail valentine, but things just felt like they were a lot more manageable today for some oddly built reason. wrapping a towl around her body, abbi began to rummage through the wardrobe and pick out her outfit for today which consisted of a pair of black-knit tights, an oversized white sweater with black rhinestones forming a skull on the front and a pair of blak converse that she'd stolen from her brother since she couldn't find any of her own.

scooting down the stairs and picking up the backpack from the floor, abbi slung it over her shoulders and made the ten minute journey to school. as confusing as things with damien were, she was somewhat happy to be able to see him today. an hour apart from her and her friends was like when your favourite teddy as a child went missing- it was unbearable and you'd end up stuffing yourself in a corner trying to wonder what you could to for the rest of the day that didn't involved that valuable object.

of course, when waking up when school was about to start obviously meant she was going to be a late show, but at least she was going to be turning up unlike most of the lazy students. she wasn't lazy and she was looking forward to school- for once. well, that was until she actually arrived at school. lets flash forward to the present time for a moment, shall we? abbi was sat on the floor, her back pushed up against the wall as she tried her best to bury herself into the wall, hoping that there was some secret passage way that meant she would just fall through and escape the essences. it wasn't working. that morning, a man by the name of markus had entered school grounds with nothing but a gun and a finger wrapped around a trigger. no-one knew his motives or his plans behind the situation, and all that abbi knew about the situation was that herself, anna and liz were all being held at gunpoint in one of the art rooms for reasons unknown.

abbi's blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders and a little over her eyes to try and hide the fact that she was indeed scared. you're probably expecting that she knew how to handle the situation since she'd been in this position before, but the circumstances were different. her brothers dealer had a motive that she understood, abbi didn't understand markus' motive nor did she know the person. this was going to be a long day.

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[elizabeth hayleigh o'bryan]

Elizabeth had gone to her father’s for the night, the evening prior to now she had a strange dream when she was napping. Normally she didn’t think about nightmares often, but this one gave her some odd feeling… like something bad was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. It just made her feel safer to sleep at her Dad’s house, in a room that was literally next door to her Dads. It was just before school now; she was finishing up her eyeliner and waiting for her dad to call for her. She heard her nickname being called in a familiar voice; she called back a quick ‘coming!’

Like any other teenage girl, Liz didn’t come to the door half as fast as she had responded to the parental. She hopped in front of the mirror and ran her hands through her hair, making sure she looked presentable. Her hair was as fluffed and pretty as usual, that was always in the same style. She had a yellow hello kitty shirt on that read ‘lost in wonderland’, some black and slightly ripped skinny jeans, and her tie-dye colored converse shoes. She flinched when her dad yelled for her a second time, this time trotting down the stairs and after him out the door.
The distance from her house to the school wasn’t dramatically long. She was there in minutes, and when she got there she realized something familiar about the picture. She was about on time, but something about the scene and the way everyone was walking… was it all the same? She shivered at the déjà vu, hugging her dad before trotting off and into the school building.


Things were normal, just with the tad of déjà vu following her wherever she walked. What she dreamt wasn’t exactly like this. Yes, in her dream, everybody was panicking, trying to get out of the building. What made the situation different from her dream was that her dream included a demon leprechaun riding an alligator, terrorizing the school. This was much different. A single man, gun in hand, in control of the entire school.

Of course, Liz was one of the few people who did not escape. She, Anna, and Abigail were all stuck in the art room under control of this—in Liz’s description—creature looking, mean face. Of course she hadn’t said that to him, that’d be a little too stupid even for her. She did say something else though.

She sat against the wall, a small distance away from both of the other girls. She fidgeted, wiping away a single tear. She didn’t have many dangerous experiences in her life time. She was just you know, that one girl who got by pretty luckily… but after wiping a few tears away, she was determined to stop crying and get some guts. Yeah, it wasn’t smart to make conversation with a man with a gun, but did she care? Not really—well, she did. But she was about to die anyway, why not have a little fun, instead of being scared shitless for your last five minutes? Even having fun, being scared wouldn’t entirely go away... but it shouldn’t take up all the room for your feelings. “Uh…” Nameless man, she didn’t know what to call him without getting shot, “Steve, I’ll call you that—um,”

[/color]pause, “that’s a really, really dangerous little... thingy.” No shit, she really wanted to hit herself for that one.

Markus found himself shocked, with a layer of slight amusement right on top. He twirled the gun with his finger in the trigger hole, soon aiming at a pottery work some kid made. He didn’t fire yet, first he was to respond to the girl who looked about fifteen. ”Why, yes… it is.” He fired at the pottery work not five seconds later.

Liz flinched, widening her eyes and scooting over a little on the wall to be further away from him. “The art teacher will not appreciate that…”[/color]





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OUTFIT: herrr
WORD COUNT: 669
TAGGED: Abi/Anna
NOTES: sorry for the the delay babies! D:
MUSIC: WHERE WERE YOU- EVERY AVENUE
CREDITS: ss&T at caution 2.0 and ke$ha for lyrics

[annabel clarisse murphy]

Of course, Liz just had to open up her mouth. It was just.. so Liz. Sure, it might get all three of them in some serious shit, but oh well. She had already spoken, and there wasn't anything Anna could do about it. Anna wasn't exactly the smartest person either, so who know what situation they would be in soon. Who knew how long they'd be held here, with this crazy shooter.

Markus' response to Liz wasn't all that shocking, well, his words weren't. His initial reaction wasn't really either. But him shooting the pottery? Shooting at something, in general? The bang of the gun made Anna jump and scream, and as much as she tried to stifle it, the scream was still loud. She feared the shooters reaction, but he didn't seem to react whatsoever to Anna's scream. Maybe he looked a tad smug, but nothing else. He didn't even respond to Liz's next statement, saying that the art teacher wouldn't appreciate him shooting the piece of artwork.

Thankfully, Anna wasn't in tears anymore. She wasn't hyperventilating. Sure, she was pissed, annoyed. But she couldn't - wouldn't - do anything about that. For the first time in a long while, Annabel Clarisse Murphy was biting her tongue. Serious situations like being held hostage does that to someone, apparently. Anna could feel the inner-bitch arise, but she pushed it down as far and hard as she could. Where would it get her? Shot, probably. If not shot, hurt in some form. And Anna didn't really want to be hurt anymore for the day. She knew it was inevitable that she would be harmed in some way again today, but she had enough sense to push off the inevitable and hopefully lessen the amount of injuries that she receives.

Unable to restrain herself completely, she found herself glaring as Markus, her eyes darting between him and the gun he grasped in his steady hand. You would think that he would be somewhat nervous, shaking or sweating, but no. He wasn't. He was calm as could be, as if he hadn't just been the murderer of young teenage lives, as if he hadn't just put so many of their fellow students in the hospital, as if he didn't currently have three young girls scared shitless, all under the will of his gun. Markus went over to one of the tables, leaning himself against it. Twirling the gun around his fingers, he had a sinister smile upon his face. He looked.. proud, in a sense. Smug, proud, accomplished. Like a true villain, like the ones in all of the Disney movies. When the villain was prevailing, they had a certain look on their faces. Every single time, it was one of accomplishment. That one point where they belt out that evil laugh of theirs. It looked as if Markus was a real life Disney villain, about to cackle away, proud of his evil tasks that he was in the midst of completing. So sure that he would be getting what he wanted, whatever it may be.

What a sick bastard.

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