Shake and Nod: Part six
by: Moon Bunny
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The shot rang out loud and clear.
Like in slow motion, Troy dropped the knife and clutched his arm, crying out in pain and agony.
The shooter, a police officer, glared at the killers.
"I think," She began slowly, dangerously. "That you'd better let the kids go."
"Jen?!" Joey gaped. "What're you doing?!"
Jen, the police officer, barely glanced at Joey, but her tone was conversational. "I'm just ridding some teenagers of their stalkers."
"Jen is Bodie's older sister." Joey told the group, dazed. "I'm so glad that you-"
The next second Jen-Bodie's sister-lay on the ground, her head gushing blood among other things.
Joey began screaming hysterically, and even Pacey looked away, holding his girlfriend and trying to calm her down. Jen Lindey was already crying from the wound to her stomach, but somehow her sobs increased. Dawson passed out.
The shooter in the doorway took off his devil's mask to reveal Kris Joe. The biggest loser in school.
"Kris?!" Pacey gasped. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Aww Pacey..." Kris sounded pleased with himself. "You never were very bright were you?"
"Shut the hell up." Joey bit out, breathing hard.
"And you Joey." Kris turned and glared at her, shaking his head. "You never gave me the time of day."
"What's this all about Kris?!" Pacey demanded, not even glancing at his writhing cousin on the ground.
"You were the town losers as well, but you didn't even bother to hang out with the rest of the losers! We did everything we could to get you into our group but you resisted. You treated us like scum, even though you were scum yourselves!" Kris shouted angrily.
Pacey and Joey exchanged a look, and Pacey spoke. "You're going to kill us because we didn't join your clique?!" He ended up shrieking.
Kris paused for a moment. "That's about the size of it." He shrugged, then looked down at Troy. "Damnit you wimp, get up!"
Troy drew in a haggard breath and picked himself up off the floor. His arm was completely torn up at being shot from such a close range.
"How should we kill you?" Kris considered, studying Joey. "A gun shot to the head would be too humaine, but stabbing you so many times with a knife when I loved you would be even worse."
"Loved? Me?" Joey's voice caught in her throat, and it was difficult for her to talk as she clung to Pacey. "You can't be serious! You don't love. You hate, and despise, and covet! But you don't love."
"How cliche." Kris sighed dreamily. He snapped back to reality with a dangerous look. "But one you will pay for.
"Guards!" Kris shouted. "Get in here!"
As Joey, Pacey, and a barely consious Jen watched with horrified eyes, a group of kids, maybe ten, came into the room. All had knives waving towards the couple.
"Each person is allowed one, and only one, stab." Kris told them. He smiled sweetly at Pacey and Joey. "There are a lot of us 'losers'." He shrugged. "It would be best for you to remember that." He put a mocking upset hand to cover his mouth. "Oh dear. I forgot. You won't have a chance to put that to memory." His cold blue eyes locked onto Joey's. "Kill them!"
The group surged forward, their knives stabbing into Pacey and Joey. Pacey had thrown himself in front of Joey, but they were encircled and then pulled apart. Each screamed with pain as a knife entered them and pulled out. Again and again and again, until they wished for death.
When the swarm suddenly backed off, Pacey and Joey were covered in stab wounds from their arms to their legs.
Kris smiled. "And now," He began, grinning. "You die." He held up the gun and pointed it at Pacey. "And you go first."
"I love you Pacey." Joey whispered.
"I love you Jo-"
Pacey slumped to the floor, dead.
Joey began screaming hysterically again, harder though. She had never cried this hard in her life as she threw herself at Pacey and began trying to revive him.
"No... Oh Pacey... Oh god... No..." She looked up at Kris, and then back to Pacey. "I'll be with you soon."
"Yes, you will." Kris smiled, and walked right to the end of their feet. He cocked the gun. "Bye Joey."
"I love you Pacey." Joey whispered again, kissing his hand. Hidden, his hand squeezed hers. Her eyes widened.
Pacey's leg came up and kicked Kris' chest. The gun went flying into the air, and Pacey made a grab for it. He began shooting, and Jen and Joey dived to the floor. Soon only 6 were left. Kris and Troy, their leaders, were dead, so they, to Pacey's disbelief, threw themselves out the window.
"Joey?" Pacey dropped the gun and fell to her side. He looked her over. "Joey, are you okay?"
"I-I thought you were dead." Joey couldn't even feel the wounds draining her of her blood.
"I love you Joey. I could never leave you." Pacey smiled slightly. "Besides. Kris is a lousy shot. I used to watch him shoot at the range with his dad."
Joey laughed and threw her arms around him. Blood from both of them mixed as they held onto each other, and eventually passed out from lack of blood.
6 months later:
"Pacey!" Joey squealed, giggling. "Stop it!"
Jen and Dawson looked up from their towels and smiled at each other. They exchanged a kiss, and went back to getting more sun.
"I'm sorry Jo. You're just so cute I can't resist it." Pacey bent to her neck once more, but she darted out of his arms and to the edge of the beach, where the water licked at her feet.
"Yeah right." Joey sighed. "I still can't believe we didn't scar."
"We were lucky." Pacey agreed softly.
Joey nodded, then shook herself. "We came to get some sun. All that time in the hospital room left us pale and white." Joey reminded.
"I like you pale and white." Pacey protested devilishly, pulling her to him again.
Joey kissed him tauntingly. "Yeah, but my skin's always hot when I get tanned."
Pacey's eyes danced. "Then by all means. Get the sun."
Joey giggled again and leaned against him. He swung her around in a huge hug, then set her down.
"I love you Jo."
Joey smiled, nodding. "You and me forever Pacey.
"That's what this is all about."
~~~~End~~~~