Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/797053301/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/796507722/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/712253307 ---------------------------------------------------- Trigger Warning: This chapter is basically all about fighting, and the mention of weapons and bl00d. If you are sensitive to such things, do not read this chapter. You have been warned. ----------------------------------------------------- I MEAN IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. W A R N E D ----------------------------------------------------- ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Start of chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜ Harper backed away, barely dodging Tracy's attack. "Tracy--why are you doing this?! We're friends! I looked out for you, remember?!" "We aren't friends!" Tracy shouted. "And I don't need you to look out for me! I never did!" She jumped at Harper again. And again, Harper dodged, kicking Tracy away from her. Tracy lunged at her again, and Harper fell to the floor with Tracy pinning her down. Then, to her shock, Tracy pulled out a knife and tried to jab Harper with it. Harper snapped her hand up, grabbing Tracy's wrist, panting as she tried to keep the knife away from her. Both girls scrambled to their feet, staring at each other. "Did you really just try to stab me, for a danged necklace?" Harper asked. "Not just for the necklace," Tracy panted. "For Daniel's approval." "Ruthless Daniel? He doesn't deserve your efforts!" Harper shouted. "He's horrible to everybody! Don't you remember what he told us all? If one gets caught, leave immediately--don't help? That's what those girls down there right now did to me! They LEFT!" "And you seem pretty grateful about that," Tracy sniped. "But Daniel tried to save you! He said so!" "SAVE ME?!" Harper let out a hysterical laugh. "Tracy, he tried to kill me. And he almost succeeded." Tracy went pale. She knew Harper wasn't lying. Daniel would definitely do that. "So don't you see? If you screw up, Tracy, then he'll kill you too," Harper said, her voice cracking. "Please. You're my friend. I don't want anything bad happening to you." Tracy's eyes hardened. "Something bad did happen. You left me. But when you did, I realized something. I don't need anybody else. I just need myself. And I won't screw up. I'm /smart./" "Tracy..." "SHUT UP!" Tracy screamed. "GET THIS, HARPER! I DON'T NEED YOU! I NEVER DID!" She ran at Harper, catching her off guard, jumping her. Harper's head smacked against the catwalk railing, dazing her. Tracy reached to grab her pendant, but Harper grabbed her hand, twisting it as far as possible. Tracy's eyes teared up, and she kicked Harper roughly in the side. They wrestled together, exchanging hits and kicks that really stung. Then Harper jumped to her feet, leaping away from Tracy's next attack. Suddenly, she heard the doors to the building open, and both girls turned to see two women enter. Tiffany and Beatrix. Tracy lunged at Harper, covering her mouth with her hand and pulling her into the shadows. "Shut up or I will call the others, and they will have no mercy towards them!" she hissed at her. Harper glared at her, but stayed silent, not wanting the people who had rescued her to get hurt. "I think they're down here," Tiffany called, heading down to the basement. As soon as she and Beatrix were gone, Harper broke free from Tracy's grasp, spinning around and kicking her away. Tracy grabbed her leg,yanking her forward and making her slip, her head banging against steel. Harper's vision went black, but when she felt a tugging on her neck, it snapped back, and she jerked back from Tracy's grasp, holding her pendant tightly in her palm as she staggered to her feet, holding her hands at the ready. "Like I said," she told Tracy. "It doesn't have to be like this." "And like /I/ said, yes, it does. Now, I can do this the nice way, or the mean way," Tracy said, her eyes narrowing. "What willl it be?" "I'm not giving you the pendant, Tracy," Harper said softly, and Tracy's eyes turned colder, her expression turning harder. "Hard way it is," she said, and in a move so quick Harper almost missed it, she pulled out a pistol from its hidden holster, and pulled the trigger. A loud bang echoed through the building, and Tiffany and Beatrix both ducked, holding their hands to their heads defensively. "What. The heck. Was that." Tiffany turned around, looking everywhere, answering her own question a couple seconds later. "It was a gun shot." "From upstairs," Beatrix agreed. "Let's go." Harper had to double check for a few seconds that she wasn't hurt. But thankfully, Tracy had missed by a mere inch--it had come so close that a hole was cut through the side of Harper's shirt. Harper gaped up at Tracy. "You tried to shoot me." "Give me the pendant or I'll do it again," Tracy said, her voice terrifyingly steady.
˜”*°•.˜”*°• Chapter Continued •°*”˜.•°*”˜ "Tracy, we've been friends since we were toddlers," Harper whispered, completely shocked. "Do you really want to do this?" "Stop trying to guilt me, Harper!" Tracy yelled. "I'm not letting you off scot-free like everybody else always has!" "Well I'm not trying to shoot anybody over here!" Harper exclaimed. "And I'm not trying to guilt you! Tracy--you aren't thinking right now--" "YES I AM!" Tracy screamed. "Just--shut up!" She raised the gun again, and Harper dodged this time when Tracy pulled the trigger. "Tracy, stop!" Harper screamed, lunging towards her--which was a terrifying, terrible idea--and grabbing her wrist, the one that was holding the gun, trying to wrestle it out of her hand. Tracy fought back, and as they scrabbled at each other, trying to win the gun, Harper heard two shocked voices from down below. "HARPER?!" yelled Tiffany and Beatrix, but she ignored them, knowing she had to focus on the fight. After all, it was life or death now. Then Tracy reached for Harper's pendant, and she smarted, stepping back. She realized her mistake a second later. Exactly when Tracy raised her gun, aimed, and shot.
