A Pawn in his Game By Sky [Disclaimer: the characters used here, and the beginning idea for the script, were taken from the movie Heathers, 1989 directed by Mark Lehman written by Daniel Waters. This story was written purely as fan fiction.] "JD you cant!" she looked at him with her loving eyes. She knew that she could change his mind. "You cant blow up the school. Sure it's the ultimate suicide, but what is the point? Where is our power?" she looked at him. He just looked back. He exposed the bomb that was around his waist. "JD what are you doing? What are you doing?" He just looked at her. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Did anyone ever love me? I don't think so. Did anyone ever love you? Think again. Did anybody ever love anybody? Who would be that perfect. Heaven is where we get along. Lets go there, Veronica. No more high school politics for us. I loved you Veronica." "You never loved me. And I want you out of my life." "So you want me to kill myself do you Veronica?" "I don't want you to kill yourself." "Then lets blow up the school. The cops can come, and gun us down, just like Bonnie and Clyde. Don't you want that?" "I don't know what I want. Right now, I just want some pate. I don't know why I love you, I just do. I don't know if I do love you, I may just be confused. I sound like a psycho. "JD who can you kill if you're dead?" she waved her arms through her black messed hair. She lit a cigarette. She was thinking faster and faster. What did she want? What was better, a murderous life as JD's Bonnie? Or a harmoniously dorky life with Martha Dunstock and Betty Finn? What would Miss Flem say? What about Peter? Did she like Peter? She was confused. Peter was a nerd, but he was safe. He was nice and safe. He didn't have a personality though, and Heather thought that he was boring. I may love Peter. I don't love Peter. Would I kill for Peter? No. I don't even like Peter. But he's so honest, and cute, and like a boy scout. "Is there any future for us Veronica? If I do live, what will it be for? You know I love you. You just don't love me. You didn't like Miss Chandler, so I killed her. WE killed her. Can you just throw all that away? How can you throw away such a beautiful history "Murder isn't love. You're even more confused than I am. What I feel for you, I'm not sure what it is. Respect? Love? Trust? I don't know. You tried to kill me. What am I? Stupid?" "I just wanted us to go to heaven together Veronica. Why wont you let me love you? If I cant live with you, I will die without you." He set the bomb. 10..9..8..7..6.. it jammed. "Goodbye Veronica." "The school!" she cried. "All those people." she said, in a weak voice. "Is that all you care about Veronica? Other people!? I love you. Do other people?" he looked at her. His face was covered in dirt from their struggling. The bomb was flashing at his waist. His arms were spread like the wings of a bird being freed from his captive rebellious status. "Wasn't Kurt and Ram a victory?" he cried. "You haven't changed!" veronica cried. "You're just the same as you always were!" Veronica screamed. "No, I have changed. I have changed in one way. Now I realise, that I wasn't thrilled by doing all those killings, I was thrilled by doing them with you. Just because I tried to kill you, doesn't mean that I don't love you. I realise that you were right about Heather Duke. If we killed her then someone else would only sprout their head in her place. I know now Veronica, that even though I stand here, about to die, I know that you made me a happier man than I would have been." He pressed the bombs button in a failed attempt to detonate it. The number still flashed. He banged on the buttons, until they began going again 5.4.3.2 "WAIT!" she cried. She ripped the belt off him, and threw it into the bushes. They both ran as fast as they could. She dived into some nearby bushes pulling him with her. The bomb didn't go off. She peered her head over the bushes, to look in the direction of the bomb. The bomb that was going to wipe out the man of her dreams. The bomb that would kill the one person who let her see her true self. How could he think of killing himself. What was he thinking? "What about the bomb?" "What about it?" "Why didn't it go off?" Veronica asked, still puffing from her adrenaline rush. "That wasn't a bomb, it was just a prop that I go from the drama department." She looked at him with so much anger. Her look was so fierce, that if you had been there, you would have run 500 miles just to get out of the vicinity. "I cant believe you fell for it!" He was laughing so hard, until BAM! She slapped him right in the face. "You passed my test Veronica! I knew you would pass it if you really tried. I cant believe it! Ha!" his sneering was typical of him, and he felt quite proud of his achievement. "Discovering a real live super heroine isn't something that happens to me every day Veronica!" She looked at him. She started slapping him like a little girl having a temper tantrum. She couldn't believe that he could do something like this. "Are you telling me that that whole suicide thing was an act?! I thought you loved me! I really believed you loved me! This is unbelievable! Nobody has a life as bad and as dramatic as mine! This is like a nightmare that never ends! I--" She paused, to think about whether or not to confess what she was feeling. "I loved you. I love you. I thought you felt the same." "I like you more than my dad liked my mum." He said, like he was justifying his lack of compassion. "I love you as much as anyone can love anything!!!" She screamed so painfully, you would have thought that a hyena was being attacked by a lion. "How could you do this to me JD?!" "Easy. I tied a fake bomb to my chest, and watched you cry." She drew her gun. She pointed it at his head. "Here I go with my gun at your head. If you don't love me, Ill shoot you dead." JD recited a limerick to make her more angry. She pulled the trigger. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! She wanted to make sure that there were no more bullets in the gun. "Oh no. I've killed him. I've killed Jason Dean. I know he was bad, but I loved him. I really loved him. I know, Ill write a suicide note. 'I Jason Dean could not go on living in a world where the school was society. I could not surround myself with these high school politics anymore. Heather, Kurt, and Ram all set a good example for me. I know now that suicide is a horrible thing, but some of us are born to die.' That will do." She screamed startled, as a hand grabs her throat. He knocks her out cold, and ties her up. He is satisfied that he has bread a killer. He takes her into his car, and drives her to his place. Hours later, she wakes up. She is tired, and disorientated. When she wakes up, Jason Dean tells her what's going on. "They were fake bullets. I was testing you, and you fell for it again. This is marvelous." She looks at him. Her eyes are so in love. "Veronica, I loved you. I still love you. I want you to join me in my little slice of life. What you are about to see may shock you." "Nothing can shock me now JD" "I believe that this will really shock you." He opens the door on her left. There is a bunk bed, and sleeping on it, is Kurt and Ram. "Now look on the right." He opens a door, and behind it, is Heather, lying on a big red sofa. "You were my pawn Veronica. All of this was just one big act. I have wanted to catch you for quite some time Veronica." "What are you talking about JD?" "I loved you. I loved you a little more than you loved me. I want you to stay here. And you will stay here. You're the woman of my dreams, and I have wanted to catch you for so long." He looks happily psychotic, as he glances at her with raised eyebrows. "You took a long time to catch." "Why didn't you catch me as you say, as soon as you met me, since you're so obsessed?" "Now what fun would that have been? I don't want some little wimpy girlfriend. I had to mould you, and turn you into a female version of me, and now that I have done that, I shall keep you here for ever." "It's not so bad Veronica. It's actually quite very." Said Heather Chandler, as she laughed like a loon from an asylum. Written by Sky. Skysimone@yahoo.com