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hiddleswiftt · 8 months

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I love your fics and I saw you wanted ideas so here I am. I thought maybe you could do a Taylor inspired fic for Laurie with Love Story maybe with like a ball or something?

ooohh! yes! I’ve been waiting on a laurie fic request for a while now!

maybe with another march sister reader??

(tumblr deleted my first draft so i have to re-write!)

LOVE STORY (INSPIRED BY THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG “LOVE STORY”!)

laurie laurence x march sister (fem) reader!

description - you have been friends with laurie (along with your sisters) since his mother passed away. laurie was the lonely boy who was living with old mr laurence who lived opposite the march house, and ever since he started hanging around with you and your sisters, you’ve started to have feelings for him. six years later, you are travelling around europe with aunt march as her companion whilst you are studying and completing your acting classes. you and aunt march are invited to a ball in paris and someone in particular is on the list for you to dance with for the night! - i tried to make it similar to amy and laurie’s story but the reader wanting to be an actress rather than an artist like amy!

you’ve always loved laurie. always.

even when he had feelings for one of your older sisters josephine (or jo).

you’d be the one sitting aside, especially during your eldest sister meg’s wedding, while you watch jo and laurie dance. amy would reassure you that you’d be okay as you sit with her and beth (as she continued to struggle slightly from trying to get better from scarlet fever).

when beth got scarlet fever, laurie was always around for you. when you found out about it, jo and meg told you to stay with aunt march until beth is well again.

“i don’t want to say with aunt march! id rather catch scarlet fever than stay with her, the poodle and the parrot!” you’d wine as you put your head between the pillows of the couch while laurie would insist for you to stay with aunt march.

he was very persuasive, but in a kind way.

he wouldn’t tell you to do something if you didn’t want to. but this was serious. the spread of scarlet fever was serious. it wasn’t a joke anymore. you just about understood that.

laurie told you he’d come and see you, and you suggested for him to bring either the carriage or the phaeton, which he did, just to make you happy.

whenever laurie came to see you, you’d be dancing dramatically (as you would usually) wearing aunt march’s feathered things. you’d smile at him when you realise he’s been standing at the doorframe of the room watching you.

you’d show him things such as aunt march’s wedding ring (which you told him that she was too fat to wear anymore - he’d snigger at you quietly when you said this), the golden bracelet that was for the only child she ever had (until it died unfortunately…) or perhaps anything else you had found amongst aunt march’s house while she was napping.

you would show laurie the will you’ve written, since you thought you’d be the next to die to scarlet fever. laurie sat with you in confusion.

“from y/n m/n march, this is her will and testament for those that may die after her,” laurie read, “for my sister jo, i give her my..”

in this case the list went on.. and on..

laurie looked at you, “y/n.. you’re not going to die! you’re not even sick!” he tells you, trying to reassure you that you were going to be fine.

then you look across to him, and slump down next to him, “i know.. it’s just a precaution! i will some day.. we all do!” you tell him.

there’s a silence between the two of you. then you finally pluck up the confidence to ask laurie to write something else on your will.

“laurie? i have one more thing for you to add?” you ask him, “i want all my curls cut off to all the men who had loved me!”

you seem a little dramatic, but laurie laughs at you slightly and quickly scribbles it down on the will for you.

“if you want to look horrific in your coffin, y/n, go ahead!” laurie tells you, laughing as he finishes writing your comment on the will.

TIME SKIP -

it had been a year since and you had been travelling around europe with aunt march as her companion, while you completed and studied your acting classes.

you and aunt march were set to attend a ball in paris! you had changed a lot since you left home so aunt march suggested that you should start looking towards marriage now that you are properly of age now.

you had met a man named fred vaughn back a few years ago (he’s a friend of laurie’s) on the lake one summer. aunt march suggested for the two of you to marry, but you were unsure, and you thought that you wanted to make your own match.

you arrived at the ball venue in paris. you looked stunning. one of the best dressed probably..

as you entered the venue, you were given a card which included 6 men that wanted to dance with you for the evening.

you glanced at the names on the card briefly (except for the first - which you headed to first).

gregory lance - the first gentleman on the list. wants to dance “the saraband” with you. so you headed towards him for the dance.

as you quickly got through each dance, you finished your fifth finally. you said goodbye to david molesey - who was your fifth dancer, and looked down to your card again to find your sixth and last dance of the night.

you looked down to spot a familiar name on your card.

‘6. theodore laurence - lancers’

you smile and start to look for laurie, not realising that he was already staring at you from the doorframe of the room.

you smile at him and you decide to meet each other half way.

you hug him straight away, trying not to let you or laurie ruin your look of the night. “laurie! what are you doing here? i thought you were in london with your grandfather!” you said, smiling at him.

he smiles at you, completely in awe of you of how beautiful you look, “well.. i guess i am needed here just incase you need anything, y/n march!” he said, “and you look so beautiful! i almost didn’t recognise you!”

you blush a little and slap his arm softly, “yeah yeah.. what have you been up to, laurie?” you ask him, “anymore of the gambling and the drinking?”

he laughs slightly, “no.. no.. none of that recently, y/n!” he tells you, then you remember something that didn’t do laurie any good recently.

“im so sorry jo turned you down, laurie.. im so sorry.” you tell him, looking at him, making sure he’s okay.

laurie looks back up at you, “don’t worry.. im not..” he said to you, smiling at you and taking in the view of you, then he remembered that you both have a dance together, “miss march? may i have this dance?”

laurie takes your hand in his, leading you to the middle of the room to start the dance. you nod at him, “one often does at a ball, laurie laurence..” you tell him, giggling at him a little.

he smiles at you, as you both walk and start the dance. the dance has become more easier for you both.

you remember when you were younger, probably about five years ago, you and laurie were stood in the laurence house dancing. beth was playing the piano, meg was constantly flirting with mr brooke and jo and amy were giggling at you two while we continued to step on each others feet as you both danced.

oddly it was the same dance that were to start dancing at the ball just then. it was a familiar feeling that you hadn’t seen or talked of in a long while. the nostalgia rushed back to you both immediately.

it felt just right.

as the music and the dance stopped, there was a sense of something between you two.

you invited laurie to talk with aunt march and a few others. a lot of aunt march’s friends thought you and laurie were married!

you just shut your mouth and didn’t say much after that.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you decided to have a break and walk outside to get some air on the balcony. it was getting slightly too warm in the building so it was good to escape for a few minutes.

you didn’t notice laurie behind you, so it shocked you for a moment.

“y/n? are you alright?” he asked you, finally catching up with you and standing next to you on the balcony.

you smile up at him, “yes.. yes.. im fine.. i just needed some air..” you tell him.

you notice two boats on the ocean near to the venue, as you both stood on the balcony. the boats were close together. laurie caught you looking at them, and swiftly looked back at you to admire you.

“those boats are pretty close together.. as if they are on the same path..” you mumble to him.

laurie smiles and takes your hand in his. this gets you to look up at him. “y/n.. are we on the same path?” he asks you.

you suddenly look from the boats to laurie, who had now taken your hand in his. you looked into his eyes. you both knew exactly what you wanted.

“i guess we are, laurie…” you finally admit, as you start smiling at him.

you both stand and admire each other for a couple of seconds, then laurie begins to hold your waist, now leaning into you slowly.

as you both continue to stand on the balcony, you and laurie lean in together for a slow but passionate kiss.

you bring your hand to his cheek, and continue to kiss. the two of you felt alive at this point. more alive than you both have ever felt, ever.

you knew you should’ve told him how you felt years ago, although laurie was in love with jo at the time. gladly, you didn’t think that was the case anymore.

laurie loved you. and you only.

you loved laurie. and laurie only.

you both moved away from the kiss, laughing and sniggering still as if you were still children. you both knew that you weren’t children anymore, since time and your childhoods have gone so fast, and you both had nothing you could do to change that.

you were just happy in the moment. the moment you were continuously picturing for years. you never thought it would ever happen, but here you both were. in that moment together.

you notice something different about him that you didn’t see before.

“laurie. you grew out your hair!” you say, playing with it a little.

laurie laughs at you slightly, “i guess you could care for it?” he says, now looking at you.

you smile at him happily, “always, laurie… always!” you say, kissing his cheek.

suddenly someone with a letter on a tray walks to you and laurie. you pick it up swiftly and open it, making sure laurie stands by you though it, as you think the letter could be what you think it could be.

you read the letter. you were right.

you stand next to laurie and sob into his arms.

“it’s beth…” you say as you put your head into his chest, letting laurie hold you.

you let laurie read the letter. it’s from marmee, clarifying beth’s death.

you weren’t as close to beth as jo was to her. but you did have your fun times. especially that same moment when you, laurie and your sisters were in laurence house together, as beth played the piano while you and laurie would attempt to dance but instead you’d be treading on each others feet.

although you and beth weren’t as close as her and jo were, she still was your sister.

it was as if you planned out her death, as if you planned out your own with the will you wrote and told laurie about a few years ago.

MINI TIME SKIP -

it took you a couple of days to get through beth’s death. you were still in paris, you told marmee you’d come home as soon as possible.

you had a mix of feelings about what could be happening between you and laurie and thoughts of beth, and the fact that you weren’t there to support her when she was dying.

you stood on the balcony of the home you were staying in with aunt march. aunt march wasn’t doing so great herself either. she was falling ill now.

laurie came to see you that same day. he wanted to talk about the relationship you had but he was unsure whether you were okay to talk about it after hearing about beth’s passing.

“i keep remembering that will i wrote when beth had scarlet fever..” you remind laurie, as you both stand together.

“you bequeathed me a plaster horse, if i remember correctly.” laurie thought, as he looked at you.

“i had my death all planned out.. all rehearsed in my mind…” you say, trying not to cry, “i had beth’s all rehearsed and ready too… thought it would.. tear me open.. or burn me down like a house. but now im just frozen!”

laurie took your hand in his again. “ill come and see you everyday, y/n…” he says, admiring you but also making sure that you’re okay.

you look up at him, slowly twiddling your thumb with his, “promise me?” you ask.

he looks at you again, watching you twiddling your thumb with his, “yes.” laurie told you, now reaching into his pocket for something.

you wonder what he was looking for, so you decided to look out at the view from the castle balcony.

it took him a few seconds to find what he was looking for. he brought a black box from his pocket, and showed it to you.

you turned back to him and looked at the box. you were stunned.

“so.. y/n.. could we make it last forever?” he said, opening the box to reveal the engagement ring inside.

you were taken by surprise that laurie wants to marry you. you smile widely, and nod at him, letting him put the ring on your finger confirming your engagement.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you and laurie were on their way home from your long trip around europe with aunt march. aunt march had briefly found out about your engagement to laurie before passing out, and being taken home with aunt carrol and her daughter florence, who had been your other company before laurie arrived.

as soon as you arrived home, laurie helped you out of the carriage to find meg, marmee, father, amy, and jo (slowly) running out to greet you both.

marmee (with her good eye) noticed a ring on your finger. funnily enough, it wasn’t the same ring that laurie gave you a few days ago. it wasn’t the engagement ring.

you smiled down at the ring, and then looked back up at laurie.

“that’s not an engagement ring!” marmee says, realising something.

you and laurie smile at each other as you notice marmee admiring your ring.

“it’s a wedding ring!” marmee says, pulling you into a large hug and kissing you on the cheek, while father shakes laurie’s hand to congratulate us both, and to thank him for marrying you.

you smile at your mother again. “i cant quite get my glove over it!” you laugh, then moving to laurie to give your ‘husband’ a kiss on the cheek.

MINI TIME SKIP -

the hustle and bustle around the march house after yours and laurie’s return and the surprise of your marriage spread amongst the house. especially to mr laurence (laurie’s grandfather), who had told him to go abroad after jo turned him down.

you were happy. both of you were.

turns out that jo was falling in love with the professor she met at the boarding house in New York. she arrived home a week after yours and laurie’s return after being out in town and the professor was waiting for her.

you knew she was in love with him. jo knew you had always been in love with laurie.

you kindly persuaded jo to tell professor bhaer how she felt about him, and from soon after that, all your sisters and yourself were in love.

you all sat together, you and laurie at the piano as laurie played and you rested your head on his shoulder, meg and john with kitty and minnie, marmee and father and finally jo and bhaer.

it just fitted together so perfectly.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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joandfriedrich · 4 months

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To answer the question @littlewomenpodcast had asked, "What is Aunt March's first name?"

I remember there being a mention of her name being Josephine, which would make sense. If Meg is named after Marmee, and since we do not have an idea of what their grandparents were like, it would make sense that they would name their second daughter after her.

It also makes sense why Jo has such a distaste for her name as she shares it with someone who sets her teeth on edge. I can't imagine any other name she would have, Josephine seems perfect for her.

#little women #jo march #aunt march

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caddyxjellyby · 4 months

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Tagged by @monstrousgourmandizingcats

last song I listened to: Girls! Girls! Girls! - Emilie Autumn

favorite color: Purple

last TV show or movie I watched: Bottoms (2023). It was fine.

currently watching: Just finished rewatching A League of Their Own (2022)

sweet, savory, or spicy: Sweet or savory

relationship status: Single

current obsession: See next question

last thing I googled: “Stout motherly lady” to find an online copy of Little Women with the 1868/69 text instead of the later revised text which says “tall motherly lady.” I'm still amazed by the fact that Aunt March's name might not be Josephine? It's even more Berenstainy than the Berenstain Bears.

Tagging you, you're it.

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claudia1829things · 5 months

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"LITTLE WOMEN" (1949) Review

Louisa May Alcott's 1868 novel is a bit of a conundrum for me. I have never been a fan of the novel. I have read it once, but it failed to maintain my interest. Worse, I have never had the urge to read it again. The problem is that it is that sentimental family dramas - at least in print - has never been appealing to me. And this is why I find it perplexing that I have never had any problems watching any of the film or television adaptations of her novel.

One of those adaptations proved to be Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's 1949 adaptation, which was produced and directed by Mervyn LeRoy. It is hard to believe that the same man who had directed such hard-biting films like "LITTLE CAESAR", "I AM A FUGITIVE FROM A CHAIN GANG" and "THEY WON'T FORGET", was the artistic force behind this sentimental comedy-drama. Or perhaps MGM studio boss, Louis B. Meyer, was the real force. The studio boss preferred sentimental dramas, comedies and musicals. Due to this preference, he was always in constant conflict with the new production chief, Dore Schary, who preferred more realistic and hard-biting movies. Then you had David O. Selznick, who wanted to remake his 1933 adaptation of Alcott's novel. One can assume (or not) that in the end, Meyer had his way.

"LITTLE WOMEN", as many know, told the experiences of the four March sisters of Concord, Massachusetts during and after the U.S. Civil War. The second daughter, Josephine (Jo) March, is the main character and the story focuses on her relationships with her three other sisters, the elders in her family - namely her mother Mrs. March ("Marmee") and Aunt March, and the family's next-door neighbor, Mr. Laurence. For Jo, the story becomes a "coming-of-age" story, due to her relationships with Mr. Laurence's good-looking grandson, Theodore ("Laurie") and a German immigrant she meets in New York City after the war, the equally good-looking and much older Professor Bhaer. Jo and her sisters deal with the anxiety of their father fighting in the Civil War, genteel poverty, scarlet fever, and the scary prospect of oldest sister Meg falling in love with Laurie's tutor.

Despite my disinterest in Alcott's novel, I have always liked the screen adaptations I have seen so far - including this film. Due to the casting of Margaret O'Brien as the mild-mannered Beth, her character became the youngest sister, instead of Amy. Screenwriters Sally Benson, Victor Heerman, Sarah Y. Mason and Andrew Solt made other changes and they left out some of Alcott's memorable plot points from the novel's narrative. But these changes, however regretful a few of them were (namely Jo and Amy's conflict over the former's manuscript) did not have any real impact on Alcott's original story. Ironically, both Victor Heerman and Sarah Y. Mason wrote the screenplay for Selznick's 1933 film. This should not be surprising, considering that this adaptation bears a strong similarity to the earlier version. I thought Mervyn LeRoy's direction injected a good deal of energy into a tale that could have easily bored me senseless. In fact, MGM probably should have thank its lucky stars that LeRoy had served as producer and director.

As much as I admired LeRoy's direction of this film, I must admit there was a point in the story - especially in the third act - in which the pacing threatened to drag a bit. My only other problem with "LITTLE WOMEN" is that I never really got the impression that this film was set during the 1860s, despite its emphasis on costumes and the fact that the March patriarch was fighting the Civil War. Some might say that since "LITTLE WOMEN" was set in the North - New England, as a matter of fact - it is only natural that the movie struggled with its 1860s setting. But I have seen other Civil War era films set in the North - including the 1994 version of "LITTLE WOMEN" - that managed to project a strong emphasis of that period. And the production values for this adaptation of Alcott's novel seemed more like a generic 19th century period drama, instead of a movie set during a particular decade. It is ironic that I would make such a complaint, considering that the set decoration team led by Cedric Gibbons won Academy Awards for Best Art Direction.

I certainly had no problems with the cast selected for this movie. Jo March seemed a far cry from the roles for which June Allyson was known - you know, the usual "sweet, girl-next-door" type. I will admit that at the age of 31 or 32, Allyson was probably too young for the role of Jo March. But she did such a phenomenon job in recapturing Jo's extroverted nature and insecurities that I found the issue of her age irrelevant. Peter Lawford, who was her co-star in the 1947 musical, "GOOD NEWS", gave a very charming, yet complex performance as Jo's next door neighbor and friend, Theodore "Laurie" Laurence. Beneath the sweet charm, Lawford did an excellent job in revealing Laurie's initial loneliness and infatuation of Jo. Margaret O'Brien gave one of her best on-screen performance as the March family's sickly sibling, Beth. Although the literary Beth was the third of four sisters, she is portrayed as the youngest, due to O'Brien's casting. And I feel that Le Roy and MGM made a wise choice, for O'Brien not only gave one of her best performances, I believe that she gave the best performance in the movie, overall.

Janet Leigh, who was a decade younger than Allyson, portrayed the oldest March sister, Meg. Yet, her performance made it easy for me to regard her character as older and more emotionally mature than Allyson's Jo. I thought she gave a well done, yet delicate performance as the one sister who seemed to bear the strongest resemblance to the sisters' mother. Elizabeth Taylor was very entertaining as the extroverted, yet shallow Amy. Actually, I have to commend Taylor for maintaining a balancing act between Amy's shallow personality and ability to be kind. The movie also featured solid performances from supporting cast members like Mary Astor (who portrayed the warm, yet steely Mrs. March), the very charming Rossano Brazzi, Richard Stapley, Lucile Watson, Leon Ames, Harry Davenport, and the always dependable C. Aubrey Smith, who died not long after the film's production.

Overall, "LITTLE WOMEN" is a charming, yet colorful adaptation of Louisa May Alcott's novel. I thought Mervyn LeRoy did an excellent job in infusing energy into a movie that could have easily sink to sheer boredom for me. And he was enabled by a first-rate cast led by June Allyson and Peter Lawford. Overall, "LITTLE WOMEN" managed to rise above my usual apathy toward Alcott's novel.

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hannahhook7744 · 11 months

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If I go Missing (Harry Badun);

The following is to be handed over to Auradon in the event I go missing at the soonest possible convivence.

MY FULL LEGAL NAME: Harold Everett Badun.

NICKNAMES OR PET NAMES I GO BY: Harry, Detective, Harry #2, Har, Har Bear, Harry B, Badun, Toothbrush Shank kid, Stalker kid, Oldie, Noir,Detective Harry, The leader, and Detective Badun.

DATE OF BIRTH: March 2nd, 17 years ago.

RACE: Caucasian.

HEIGHT: 5’8 (172.72cm).

APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 132.277 lbs (60 Kg).

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown.

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown.

GENDER: Male.

IDENTIFIABLE SCARS OR TATTOOS AND PLACEMENT: Bear trap scars on both legs and a B.D.A magnifying glass tattoo on the right wrist.

MOST RECENT ADDRESS: Carlos’ treehouse behind Hell Hall.

FAMILY:

Horace Badun (Father)(Living),

Helga Sinclair (Mother)(Living),

Unnamed (Paternal stepmother)(Deceased),

Hunter de Vil (Maternal half-brother)(Living),

Harleen Badun (Sister)(Deceased),

Hendrick Badun (Brother)(Deceased),

Holiday Sinclair (Maternal half-sister)(Living),

Mable Badun (Twin sister)(Deceased),

Harper Badun (Paternal half-brother)(Deceased),

Hartley Badun (Paternal half-brother)(Deceased),

Henny Badun (Paternal stepsister)(Deceased),

Heidi Badun (Paternal stepsister)(Deceased),

Jasper Badun (Paternal uncle)(Living),

Katharina Stronghold (Paternal aunt via marriage)(Deceased),

Unnamed (Paternal aunt via marriage)(Deceased),

James Badun (Paternal cousin)(Deceased),

Joseph Badun (Paternal cousin)(Deceased),

Jacqueline Badun (Paternal cousin)(Deceased),

Jace Badun (Paternal cousin)(Living),

Jodie Badun (Paternal cousin)(Deceased),

Johnny Badun (Paternal stepcousin)(Deceased),

Judy Badun (Paternal stepcousin)(Deceased),

Josephine Badun (Paternal cousin)(Deceased),

Spots the Rock (Pet rock)(?),

And Mystery Noir (Pet turtle)(Living).

CLOSE FRIEND NAME: Jason ‘Jace’ Nelson Badun.

PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT: Badun Detective Agency.

CLOSE WORK ACQUAINTANCE/MANAGER: Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia.

POSSIBLE SUSPECTS:

Rosina Leckermaul (The gingerbread hag).

Barker Coachman (The Coachman).

Any of the other human traffickers on the isle.

Cruella de Vil.

Lyle Tiberius Rourke.

Harry Hook (Unlikely).

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #descendants fanfic #disney descendants au #descendants au #disney descendants alternate universe #descendants alternate universe #the badun detective agency #the badun cousins #harry badun #disney #etc.

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detroit-grand-prix · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams Chapter 24 - Look What You Made Me Do

Chapter summary: The 2021 season begins with mid-winter testing. Bee deals with her rising profile in the motorsport world, and a crash in wet conditions tests a work relationship.

Content warning: N/A

Chapter word count: 4,441

Author's Notes: Here we are, at the beginning of the end. This chapter is kind of lean, but I'm really just trying to transition from 2020 to 2021 here. The 2021 season is as far as I have planned this story. I also probably won't spend a lot of time on each individual race, because there's one in particular that I want to focus on. However, the Bottas/Russell crash in Imola was too ripe of a narrative opportunity to let go, so I had to take it. Here's some articles about the incident if you want to read about it: 1 / 2 / 3 And a video of Toto & George talking about it later on. Oh, the museum exhibit mentioned is real! I was just there a this past spring, it's incredible. There's really nothing about F1 in there (other than a graphic that has an F1 car for a size comparison). I was a little surprised there wasn't anything about Americans who HAVE raced in F1, but it is what it is. But if you're ever in Michigan and get a chance to go to The Henry Ford, I definitely recommend it.

Bahrain International Circuit, Sakhir, Southern Governorate, Kingdom of Bahrain March 12, 2021

Bee’s winter break was busy, once again. It never just seemed to be a break. But given how busy the season was, a lot of things got pushed off to the winter break. It had been happening every year since she’d joined the GP3 series.

She spent most of it back in the United States, which was strange for her, but she had a few engagements.

First up was the FIA’s 2020 Prize Giving Gala. It happened, but in a strange virtual format. Bee put in the effort of doing her hair, makeup, and wearing an elegant evening gown (another Christian Siriano dress - she didn’t dress up much, but she did like his dresses a lot), just to sit in an office at the Williams factory and attend an awkward Zoom-based ceremony. She did win Rookie of the Year, which was a surprise to her - she was the only rookie in F1 that season, but anyone across any FIA-sanctioned series was eligible.

She spent Christmas in Stuttgart with her parents before going to the US for press and media obligations that the Williams PR team had set up. When hearing that Bee would be in the states over the holidays, her aunts wanted to do a big family Christmas together, but Bee put her foot down. It was a terrible idea with the state of the pandemic in the United States. It was enough of a hassle to go to the US for her work obligations, let alone participate in family gatherings.

She explained in the family group chat that she was grateful that the family wanted to get together because it wasn’t very often that they could, but said that “I’m not going to risk getting sick and ruining my season before it even starts. I’m not going to the US for fun, anyway, it’s for PR stuff, and I probably won’t have much time.” She added that “Lewis says he’s still feeling the effects of it and he was sick weeks ago.”

Bee’s mom said there was a little bit of behind-the-scenes sour grapes amongst her sisters - they thought Bee was acting like she was too good for the family, but Josephine stuck up for her daughter, saying that it was too big of a risk to her career for now, and nobody should be gathering anyway.

A museum in Detroit - a rather large one, called The Henry Ford, had announced they were adding her to an upcoming permanent exhibit, which was called “Driven To Win: Racing In America”. The docent that had called her told her that they originally weren’t planning on including much about Formula 1, as it wasn’t an American racing series, but having an American woman achieve some minor degree of success in the series forced them to make a last-minute change.

She would be featured in the exhibit along with Danica Patrick, who was Bee’s IndyCar counterpart of sorts - the most successful woman in the history of American open-wheel racing, as opposed to Formula 1/European racing. Danica had actually been scheduled to test in Formula 1 in 2008, way before Bee’s time, but the team she was going to test for pulled out of the sport, and eventually Danica decided she was too old to switch racing series. They had requested that she donate any race-worn items from the season to display, which would be added to the museum’s permanent collection. They preferred the gear she was wearing in Monza, as that was where she’d achieved a points finish. She donated a set of her gear - suit, gloves, shoes, fireproofs, and her spare helmet from Monza. They specified race-worn items, but her Monza helmet meant too much to her to give it to a museum. The only place it would be displayed would be on her bookshelf in her apartment.

Finally, pre-season testing came back around, but it was in Bahrain instead of Barcelona. It was strange, in a way, but Bee thought that she wouldn’t miss the relative chill of the Spanish springtime… until she stepped out of the hotel and felt the swell of a 100-degree heat hit her face.

“Nope, I take it back,” Bee said to George as they got out of the car at the track. “I’ll take Barcelona any day. At least you can put more layers on, you can only take so much off.”

It was always a little strange coming back after break, it was like the first day of school in a new school year. Bee was always curious to see how things shook out with teams and drivers after silly season. She’d always see moves happening when announcements came across social media, but it was always another matter to see new drivers with their teams.

This year, there were a few new faces - Haas had hired Mick Schumacher, Michael Schumacher’s son, who had won the previous F2 season. They’d also promoted their reserve driver, Nicholas Latifi, to a regular driver. AlphaTauri had a rookie from Japan named Yuki Tsunoda, also rising up from Formula 2. Renault had been renamed to Alpine, with a new livery and colors, and had hired Fernando Alonso, who had apparently retired in 2018. Sebastian had left Ferrari for what had previously been known as Racing Point, and was now Aston Martin, replacing Sergio Perez, who replaced Alex Albon at Red Bull. Alex Albon was now racing for Red Bull’s DTM team.

Williams debuted the FW43B at testing. It was the first Williams F1 car designed without the actual Williams family at the helm. It had a new, two-toned blue livery with touches of a goldenrod yellow color to pay homage to the team’s past colors. Sir Frank had stepped down, but Claire had agreed to stay on as team principal for one last season to transition the team.

Bee had driven the car at a shakedown in February, and she was very encouraged by it. The Williams F1 car had come a long way since the FW41 that Bee thought was trying to actively kill her - it was nice to see that the input she and George gave was being taken to heart. The car felt fast, it was easy to drive, responsive - still nothing like the various iterations of Mercedes’ she’d driven during testing sessions, but at least she didn’t feel like the car was trying to kill her anymore.

She had also set a goal for the season. She hasn’t told anybody but Toto about it, because it still sounded far-fetched. It was her goal to be on a podium this year, and she had been doing all she can to make that a reality. There would be more chances this year, too - the F1 schedule had been put back to 22 races again, including the United States Grand Prix.

“Finally,” Bee thought when she saw the Circuit of the Americas on the schedule. “I’ll get to race there, at home.” As much as she considered Germany to be home, she was still an American, and she had the most support from American fans who had discovered the sport through Netflix by far. The docuseries hadn’t hurt the sport’s visibility, but the desire for an American driver for American fans to support very much worked in her favor. And it wasn’t that she didn’t have fans in Europe or Asia, but there were still editorials in British papers and magazines every week from the sport’s old guard who lamented the loss of the Grid Girl and thought that that was the only way someone like her should be allowed on track. Even when they were complimentary of her it seemed like they were putting her down - she remembered seeing a quote in the press from Bernie Ecclestone, the former owner of Formula 1, calling her ascension to Formula 1 a “good PR move” for Williams that had nothing to do with her ability to drive a car. It upset her at first, so early on in her debut season, but now it was just a tired argument. Better to just ignore them.

She wanted to do well this season overall, but especially wanted to do well in Austin. It would be her first time racing there because F2 and F3 didn’t race there.

“You know, I’ve never actually been to the United States.” Emilia said when Bee showed her the updated schedule. “Wait… no, I think we took a family trip to New York City when I was young, but I don’t remember it very well”.

“Oh. Texas is completely different. The US is so big that going to different parts of it feels like going to an entirely different country. That’s what it felt like the first time I went there. I hope you like Mexican food.” Bee said. “It’s amazing there.”

“I… don’t think I’ve ever tried it. Not that I can remember.”

“Oh, you’re in for a treat, then. We’ll need to ask Danny for recommendations when we go. Sometimes, I think he’s even more American than I am.”

Paddock restrictions and team bubbles also eased considerably once they’d gotten to Bahrain. She could now, say, go to the Mercedes hospitality area and have breakfast with Susie, who was there for testing. It was almost strange to see her in-person again, it had been so long. They regularly messaged each other and FaceTimed, but Bee missed her.

“I saw your interview in Vogue,” she said. That was one of the interviews and photoshoots that Bee had gone to do over break. “I loved it. I always love reading your interviews. I save every single one of them, you know. And I loved the outfits they picked for you - you looked amazing.”

“Oh,” Bee said, blushing a little. “I liked a few of them, like that suit they gave me - I loved it, I ended up buying it. Same with that red dress, that was Siriano, so I called him to buy it and he just gave it to me. It’s weird that I’m friendly with a fashion designer, honestly. But some of them just weren’t… me, I guess, like that short top with all of the cutouts? I don’t even remember what designer it was, but it was just uncomfortable. And I’ve never liked wearing high heels, so all of the standing shots were a bit dicey. I kept thinking I was going to roll my ankle.”

“That’s where you and I have always been a little different.” Susie said. “You’re much more of a tomboy than me. I love getting dressed up for shoots and things like that. Not that that’s a bad thing, but I think you’re what people had expected me to be when they heard “female racing driver”, you know? You’re right though, now that I think about it - seeing you in makeup for the gala - you looked fantastic, but it was definitely different.”

The waitress brought over their breakfasts and set them on the table. “Thank you,” Bee said to the waitress. “I know. That’s why I don’t bother with it most of the time, even outside of race days. I catch a glimpse of myself and see someone else staring back, it’s unnerving.”

“Anyway,” Susie said, taking a drink of her coffee. “We haven’t actually talked about racing in a while. How are you feeling about the season?”

“Hm.” Bee said, chewing on her toast. “It’ll be interesting to run a full season, finally. I’m hoping I can get on a podium or two. The car feels good, at least it did at the shakedown. We’ve come far since I started testing for the team. Toto and I talked a bit about my goals and such when we were getting ready to negotiate my contract - I don’t know how much the two of you talk about, well, me, though.”

“We have talked a bit. He told me that you just wanted to be fighting for podiums this year, mostly, which I think you can.”

“Ah. Well, he just asked me what I wanted out of my career after my first year and I told him I think I can compete for podiums this year, but I don’t think I’ll ever be in an earnest running for the championship, unless something happens where I get a Mercedes seat, and I know I’m not first in line for that - George is. And that’s fine. It’s not that I’m not going to try to be as competitive as I can, I just had the misfortune of coming in around the same time as a bunch of drivers who have the potential to be once-in-a-generation. All I really wanted growing up was to get here.”

Susie nodded. “That was my line of thinking when I was testing for Williams. The sport wasn’t ready for a female driver then, it is now. It might be a while until they’re ready for a champion. I think you’ve got the talent, but you’re right - timing wasn’t on your side.”

As they were talking, Bee’s watch chimed.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I have to go. I’ve got my slot with Netflix soon.”

“Oh, don’t want to keep them waiting. They’re interviewing me this season, too! Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later - we’ll get dinner one night during race weekend, I promise. It was so good to see you again, Bee.”

They hugged goodbye and Bee half-jogged to the media building that Netflix was set up in. It was a relief to go into the darkened studio, even with the hot, bright lights - it was still cooler than it was outside.

They asked her some standard questions - what she did over her break, what her goals were for the season - nothing too surprising. It was like this last year, too. There weren’t many narratives that start forming even before testing. The questions would get more specific as the season went on.

She was putting her mask back on and gathering her backpack at the end of the interview, and one of the producers said, “I don’t know if you watched the show or read the reviews, but you were kind of a fan favorite.” Bee laughed.

“Well, maybe you guys just gave me a good edit.”

“No, really,” he said. “A lot of the feedback we got on seasons 1 and 2 was that the sport is too much of a… sorry for the term, but sausage-fest, so people really liked seeing a female driver finally make it into the sport last season.”

“Huh.” Bee said. “That’s very different from my experience growing up, but maybe that’s a good sign that things are changing for the better. Anyway, see you guys next race.”

As she walked from the media building back to Williams, she thought about it a little bit, and she had noticed that she seemed to have more followers on Twitter; tags on other sites with her name were more active these days. From her teenage years, she knew there was one barometer of fandom that wasn’t likely to be publicized or tracked by any metric aggregators, but it was a reliable indicator of how popular something, or someone, was. Just a quick look at the fanfiction archive wouldn’t hurt.

Sure enough, there were fanfictions written about her in the Formula 1 RPF (real person fiction) tag. There hadn’t been the last time she’d checked last year, but that was a long time ago. She couldn’t see anything too salacious, but they were there, now. It looked like she was mostly a background character for slash romance pairings between other drivers. There were a few that wrote her in a relationship with George, which made her laugh - no thank you. She liked George, but as one would like their brother. There was one short work, though, that caught her eye -

“Phoebe Stallard x Emilia Kalbach”, marked as explicit. F/F. There was a story about her being in a relationship with her trainer, and it was spicy, judging by the tags on the work. She felt her face heat. She wanted to look, because she was surprised that she had even managed to register within the group of F1 fans that wrote fanfiction, let alone them knowing who Emilia was. The author had even coined a term for their relationship - “Beemelia”. She said out loud. “Bee-melia.” She wondered if the author knew how close that word was to sounding like it had the French word for honey in it, miel, which was kind of charming. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d ever seen a fanfic written about an F1 driver and their performance coach, but…

She closed the tab on her phone’s browser before she could think about it any more.

The rest of the testing period was mostly business as usual - new PR photos, new YouTube segments for the official F1 channels - all of the other things they did before the actual racing took place.

Williams didn’t look too bad, they were solidly in the middle this year. Red Bull and Ferrari looked amazing, and Mercedes looked like they might be on the back foot, which was worrisome, but a lot could change before the season actually started.

And things did change - two weeks later, they were back in Bahrain again, and Mercedes won the first race. Not by a wide margin - Lewis’ victory only came because Verstappen had overtaken him off the track, and couldn’t get his position back once race control told him to surrender it. Bee very narrowly avoided getting taken out by Nicholas Latifi as he spun out in the third turn of the race, and she and George managed 15th and 14th. She was a bit annoyed - she was hoping to at least be close to a points finish, but it was only the first race.

Autodromo Internazionale Enzo e Dino Ferrari, Imola, Emilia-Romagna, Italy April 18th, 2021

The morning Bee woke up on race day and saw the weather in Imola, she had a feeling the race would not be going her way.

“Rain,” she said to Emilia during their warmups, “is the great equalizer in these races. You could have the best car on the grid by a long shot, but if you don’t know how to handle it when it’s like this out, it doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

“And you don’t like rain, do you?” Emilia said.

“I don’t. I’m not great at it. George is really good at it, but I’m not. I keep meaning to watch his onboards and look at his telemetries to see what he does, though - I need to do that, soon.”

Qualifying, however, had been in dry conditions, and it had gone well enough. George and Bee had both made it into Q2 without much of an issue, which felt like an achievement at this point last season, so she was hopeful. But then the rain came.

She lined up on the grid, tried to take a few deep breaths, tried to imagine the racing line - she hadn’t raced here in a while, so she was trying to remember qualifying yesterday, and today, it would be about finding the dry line. There were even issues during the formation lap. Fernando Alonso hit the wall at the Tosa turn but managed to drive back and have his mechanics do repairs on-grid before they started. Charles Leclerc spun out, but recovered.

After getting a poor start, Bee barely managed to avoid Latifi running wide before turn 14. She managed to keep the car away from him, but he spun into the wall, leading to a safety car on the first lap.

“Jesus,” Bee said. “That was close.”

“Good evasive driving, Phoebe.” Gaetan said. There were more spins and near-misses until the rain stopped and the track started drying. Bee decided to risk it and pitted for slick tires fairly early on, around lap 23, after Gaetan told her that other drivers were changing tires over.

She’d managed to gain a few positions, and as far as Gaetan told her, George was fighting for P9. Things were looking good - she might be able to get into the points as well, especially if there was enough attrition and she managed to keep out of trouble.

“Red flag, Phoebe, red flag. Return to pit lane. George and Bottas have crashed at Tamburello.” Gaetan said.

“Oh, damn. Is everyone okay?”

“Yes, both are okay and out of the car. It looks like they’ve had a bit of an argument, though.”

She didn’t know what Gaetan could’ve meant by that. Bee didn’t bother watching the replays waiting for the restart. She learned that lesson after Bahrain last year. Watching crashes while you’re waiting for a race to restart was a recipe for instant anxiety.

She got out of the car, chatted with Emilia in the garage, and did their warmups again when they announced a restart time.

After the restart, Bee was able to get lucky with a way better launch and overtake Tsunoda, Perez, and Alonso, putting her in the points again by the time they crossed the checkered flag. It was only one point, but it was better than going home empty-handed with George’s crash.

She hadn’t given it further thought until a reporter from the Dutch station, Ziggo Sport, asked her something in the press pen - “Congratulations on the points finish again, Phoebe. Now, do you agree with your teammate George Russell’s comments about his crash with Valtteri Bottas?” She should have known it would be a weird question - the Ziggo Sport reporters were always asking something strange.

“I didn’t know he made any comments about it, I’m sorry.”

The reporter - she didn’t catch his name, but she’d talked to him before - filled her in - apparently George had said that he didn’t know why Valtteri was defending so hard for P9, and said that “Perhaps if it was another driver, he wouldn’t have”, implying that Valtteri knew George was in consideration for the second Mercedes seat and only defended so aggressively because of that.

“Now, Toto Wollf, yours and George’s boss, since you’re both Mercedes juniors, said that that suggestion was “bullshit”, but we know that George has been tipped as a possible replacement for Bottas after his contract expires this year, do you have a read on that?”

Bee’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t that this was news, she knew that George was always a more serious contender for a seat at Mercedes than she was, and she wasn’t expecting to be considered this year.

But... she had a long flight back to the UK later that evening with Toto and George, and if George was making comments like that to the press that Toto had to use such choice words for… it probably wouldn’t be a pleasant flight.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t see it happen, and I didn’t watch any replays. As far as I know, the stewards said nobody was at fault and it was just a racing incident, and we certainly had a few of them this race, with these track conditions. That’s all I know, sorry.”

“Good job,” Emma, her press officer, said. “I didn’t think anybody would ask you about that, even someone from Ziggo - what are you going to know about it that they don’t? But you gave a very diplomatic answer.”

“Well, that’s nice, because I might need some diplomacy for my flight home later. I flew here with Toto and George.”

“Oh, no.” Emma said, wincing. “Well, good luck with that. That’s going to be awkward.”

“Maybe Toto will let me sit in the cargo hold. It’ll probably be more comfortable.”

The flight was every bit as awkward as Bee expected it to be. She had gotten to the airport before George, and Toto was nothing but kind to her as she boarded, but there was a distinct shift in his demeanor when George came in.

George wordlessly sat in the seat across from Toto’s, and Bee (who had her headphones on but had nothing playing) thought she would be able to hear a butterfly fart in the cabin, as quiet as it was. The plane wasn’t large, so she could hear everything they were saying. She could see a sliver of Toto’s expression through the gaps in the seat in front of her that George was sitting in - it was stern, hard. She’d seen it before in negotiations, but hadn’t ever had the experience of being exposed to it directly. She had to give George credit at this moment - if it were her in his position, she probably would’ve folded like a card table.

By the time they landed in London, their discussion had finished. Bee tried to catch a glimpse of George’s expression before he deplaned, but he did so in too big of a hurry. Toto turned around to Bee and smiled at her as she gathered up her backpack.

“Sorry about that,” he said, his expression softening again. “I realize that was probably awkward, but it’s settled now.”

Bee wasn’t really expecting him to acknowledge it, it caught her off-guard.

“Oh… um. That’s okay. Will I see you before we leave for Portimão?”

“We’ll see.” He said. “If you wanted to come over for dinner this week, I’m sure Susie would love to see you again.”

“I’d love to. Just let me know.”

She descended the plane’s steps, headed to her car, and drove back to her apartment.

Bee didn’t have to wait long before the aftermath of Toto and George’s discussion had manifested itself. George posted a tweet on Monday afternoon, acknowledging his role in the incident and apologizing to Valtteri. There was a long article in The Guardian about the incident as well.

Privately, Bee was a little conflicted. The attempted overtake that brought them together probably wasn’t a risk she would take in those conditions, but that’s what set George apart from her - she thought it was a bold move. She didn’t think it was either George or Valtteri’s fault, either - sometimes in racing, things happened. It was a fact of life.

She had to admit, though - it had been a long time since she’d seen such passion in the sport that wasn’t just competitors being dicks to each other in the press over a rivalry. They both wrote off multi-million dollar cars live on international TV, and had put on a show befitting the act. She couldn’t remember the last time that happened since the height of Lewis and Nico’s rivalry.

No wonder Toto had been so quick to quench the flames.

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Chapter One | The Mall Massacre

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Shadyside and Sunnyvale. Divided in 1666 after the hanging of Sarah Fier. What used to be a time where everyone was fine with each other, but when things changed, the two sides rivaled. And with Shadyside, no one gets out.

Not even Angelica and her parents.

Angelica had somewhat of a normal life. Even though she had two mom’s, other’s weren’t thrilled about that. Angelica had a father, but she never knew who it was and it never occurred to her that it was someone familiar in town. Well, Sunnyvale’s side of town. Angelica Bishop, the daughter of Barbara Bishop was born on March 2, 1978 in East Union Medical center. Later, she lived with her unnamed aunt.

Growing up, she heard that the town of Shadyside was sketched out due to all the murders that happened for the last few centuries as she accepted it. Eventually, she met and befriended Deena Johnson as well future junkies — Kate and Simon.

But tonight on September 30, 1994, Angelica is working late at Shadyside Mall to get away from her bickering parents.

Angelica had just finished displaying the book from a group of teens knocking the books off the shelves. She overhears a conversation between Heather and an older woman.

“What started as a prank and ended in murder. Great choice. I love this one."

"It's for my step daughter. Lowbrow horror." The woman speaks.

Josephine rises to her feet and walks toward the two, standing beside her. The dirty blonde haired teen rings up the book; The Wrong Number before printing the receipt, slapping it on the book and sliding it toward the older woman. Heather raises her hand, flipping the bird at the woman, hoping she'll turn around. Angelica giggles at Heather as she covers her mouth, muffling the snickering.

"Congrats! You made it through the night, Heather."

"Thanks. But it's because my mom used the last paycheck on scratch tickets."

"I get it."

"Well, once I graduate, I hope to leave this shithole."

"Take me with you," Angelica jokingly pleads.

"Ha. We'll see."

The air around them was quiet. That was until the phone began to ring, causing them to startle. Heather walks toward the counter and picks up the phone, saying hello.

"It's Ryan," Heather says.

Angelica nods, annoyed.

"Is Josi there?"

"Yeah,"

The call abruptly ends as Heather hears the dial tone before hanging up the phone.

"He has a crush on you. You know that, right?"

"No, I didn't."

The two female teens walk out of B Dalton's, standing in the deserted mall as Ryan approaches. Suddenly, he scares them as they curse at Ryan. He laughs.

"Since when do you guys work late?"

"Since my mom used our last paycheck."

"I want to leave Shadyside, so I'm trying to make extra money."

Heather takes a sip of her Orange Julius as Angelica folds her arms to her chest. Ryan holds a blow up doll in his arm.

"You kept that thing?"

"Yeah. Jasmine."

"You gave her a name,"

"Yeah, I thought, uh, 'Big Tits' was kinda deflating her ego."

Heather rolls her eyes.

"You could give me a ride tonight?" Heather suggests, looking towards Angelica.

"That's what she said," Ryan comments, grabbing the doll's breasts.

"You are disgusting. And yes, I don’t want to walk alone.”

Angelica was slightly annoyed at the comments Ryan made, but she didn’t as much because she was used to it. Angelica takes a sip of her soda. Soon, her and Heather depart from Ryan as he walks the opposite direction. The two girls head back to B. Daltons.

“What?” He asks, looking towards them.

“I didn’t say anything, weirdo.” Heather returns.

Angelica felt slightly off, but that could’ve been the reason since she's been working since three in the afternoon and it's almost midnight. Fatigue and paranoia began to flood her system. Angelica and Heather make it back to the little shop as the blonde goes behind the counter to retrieve her purses and keys, jingling them to get Heather’s attention. She looks at you and smiles, but is caught off guard when a few books fall off a shelf in the back of the store. Heather walks toward the fallen book and picks it up, setting it on the shelf above as a hooded figure rushes past her. It makes Heather uneasy.

“Angel, was that you?”

“No, I’m behind the counter making sure no one pick–pocketed me. But, uh, everything okay?”

“Yeah. A book fell and my anxiety increased a tiny bit.”

Angelica nods before turning her head back and sees the taller female walk toward the counter. In the process, something makes the blonde have the urge to look around the courner. When she does, Angelica sees the dumped Orange Julius with small droplets of crimson. Eyes widening, Angelica looks up as Heather catches her glance when a figure stands above in front of the other female.

The hooded assailant brings out a small knife and stabs her but the book blocks it. She shrieks, dropping the book before rushing toward the entrance as Angelica follows after, crawling out of the book store. Heather gets free but the short blonde gets grabbed before she uses her free leg and kicks the figure in the knee, grunting before rising and follows behind the other female.

The masked figure manages to get out and follow after them both as fear is past Angelica and is causing anxiety. Heather calls out for Ryan as no one comes to their aid, leaving the two alone with the killer thats after them.

He grabs Angelica as the assailant manages to stab her. The pain penetrates her as she screams out. Her back facing the killer as his arm wraps around her. Not being able to think properly, something in Angelica kicks in as she gains the upper hand and stomps on the masked assailants foot. the figure lets her go as she pulls free from the grip, ushering away with tears forming in her eyes and something warm falling down the skin of her back.

“I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die! It’s not my time. Please, help me!” You plead.

“It’s… it's okay. We’ll be okay,”

Angelica and Heather separate but soon catch up, running into the store across from B. Dalton's. The two of them hide behind the counter as Heather grabs the blonde haired girl’s arm – something warm and wet drips down Josephine’s back.

She brushes her fingers against the gash in her shoulder, feeling the warmth on her hands. Angelica brings her hand back as her eyes look at her hand, seeing a large amount of blood covering her finger tips. Panicking, Angelica covers her wound the best she can with her hand the best she can, putting pressure on the wound.

“Shit,” Angelica curses under her breath.

Heather, who is huddled next to Angelica, grabs the telephone above before dialing the emergency number — struggling to make out a sentence whilst looking at the empty halls outside of the store. The perpetrator looks in their direction as Heather drops the phone, darting. She exits the small store as Angelica stays behind, looking for anything to pack her wound with.

With shirts lying around, she grabs a shirt before pressing it on the slash. The burning sensation increases as a pained gasp exists when the fabric hits the wound. Angelica overhears scream, gasping and groaning in pain. Her footsteps recede as something is going on, rushing toward the intense noises before feeling faint, blood continuing to pour from the wound on Angelica’s shoulder blade before grabbing an object that’s hard and heavy.

"Hey, dickhead." Angelica shouts.

The figure turns around, rushing toward Angelica. Holding the large Lava Lamp, she knocks the hooded figure out long enough , grab Heather’s hand and run out of the store, stumbling towards the food court as the other girl holds her wounded stomach. They rush past a dead body sitting in a chair as it scares them even more as Angelica pushes Heather forward, so she can get out alive.

Almost. There.

That was until the masked figure lunges forward, knocking into Angelica as the blade drags across her arm, slicing the delicate skin open. She loses her footing and falls toward the ground, blood flowing out the two wounds on her body.

The killer catches up to Heather. Stabbing her in the back. The force of the figure’s body causes Heather to fall toward the floor. Drawing the knife, the Skull Mask grabs Heather’s waist, pulling her close to him. The only thing Angelica could do was watch in horror, unable to move due to the increasing pain.

The assailant catches Heather’s arm, flipping her on her back. The figure draws the knife before plunging the steel in Heather’s chest. She screams out once again in crippling pain as Angelica witnesses the situation, horrified as tears stream down her cheeks. Crawling forward, she tries to reach Heather who is now hanging onto life when the sounds of shoes approach.

She glances toward the sheriff’s badge, inching toward him with tears in her eyes as they roll past the already dried tear streaks. Heather, who is gurgling blood, dies as her head rolls to the side. Looking at the figure above, she sees who the killer is. Tears stream down her cheeks, breathing heavily before laying down in her spot, feeling a great amount of pain and fatigue.

Blood forms beneath Angelica as she sobs, coughing in the process. A loud pop echoes as the male falls to the floor deceased. She couldn’t move, breathe, or speak, so she laid there. Sheriff Nick Goode rushes toward the individual, kneels down as he speaks into his speaker.

"Please, I don't want to die." She pleads.

"It's okay. You won't. Just hold on a little longer."

Angelica nods, sitting up slightly and looks down as blood rolls down the corner of her mouth. What felt like an eternity, an ambulance arrives as paramedics rush toward Angelica, loading her up and checking vitals as she gets rolled toward the ambulance. If she weren’t sobbing and groaning in pain, the sheriff would’ve thought she was among the victims at the mall. Angelica sits on the gourney, laid back before feeling herself get sleepy as she falls unconscious.

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