extravaganza.

kurt. twenty. film dude. academy award for most basic haircut.

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pennyxdriver:

Pete blinked, his eyes landing on the gun before looking back up at Noella with an expression that wasn’t dissimilar to a deer in headlights. She couldn’t be thinking what he thought she was thinking, but they’d been doing a pretty good job at reading each other’s minds up until now so he was doubtful he could be reading her wrong. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the gun on the floor, all he could hear was Penny trying to bring Kurt back around. Riker saw his moment, Pete was distracted and his hold loosened ever so slightly on the bat. He raised the knee of his good leg and hit Pete in his groin. Pete keeled over, the bat dropping from his hands and Riker falling on top of him. He crawled across the writhing Pete, reaching out for the gun on the floor. He almost had it when it was snatched from out of his reach. He looked up and saw Penny holding it in her shaking hands. That didn’t scare him. Pete managed to overcome the pain, throwing his fist into Riker’s back. Riker turned over, grabbing the bat from the floor swinging clumsily into the side of Pete’s head. He fell like a ton of bricks. Riker struggled back to his feet, using the baseball bat as some sort of crutch. He looked to where Ruth lay and then his eyes met Noella’s. He decided to run. He turned his back, beginning to run down the hallway away from them. He didn’t get far before a shot echoed around them, and he fell face first. Penny opened her eyes, the smoking gun held out in front of her, and Riker’s body in the direction she had it pointed. 

Noella deeply didn’t want to expect Riker turning around and fleeing, but when that turned out to be exactly the case, she knew he wasn’t the same, vaguely sane-ish person anymore. She had prepared herself to chase after him, but didn’t have the time to really move, as there was a loud bang. She saw Riker’s body collapse, this being the seventh time that day alone that she had witnessed a near-murder incident. Her vision was beginning to blurry, so she blinked, a shiver running down her spine as she turned to look at Penny. She then began slowly approaching his body, the bloody baseball bat raised in her hands. Halfway there she got distracted by loud gasping, and turned around to see Ruth swinging a knife from the floor at Penny’s leg. Kurt, who had gone back to his senses a while ago, was still trying to overcome the part of being ridiculously dizzy and in pain. From the corner of his eye he saw through some fog the newest turn of events and hazily counting the odds he mumbled at Penny, who was still standing above the weakened attacker; “Just fucking shoot her.”

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petemacintosh:

They stood frozen, Pete’s bat aimed at Riker and Ruth’s gun aimed at them. The lamp fell from Penny’s hands, hitting the floor with a crash. She locked eyes with Noella as she approached, the look she saw in her eyes shook her to her core. And then she watched as she plunged a knife into the back of their abuser. Riker’s eyes swelled and the sound of Ruth’s gasp, instantly knowing that he had to get to her. He struggled to get to his feet, slipping in the mix of blood on the floor. He was stopped in his tracks as Pete grabbed by the collar, almost chocking him as he pulled him back, throwing the guy’s body against the wall like he was a rag doll. Meanwhile, Penny had dropped to her knees beside Kurtis. After removing her flannel shirt and placing it under his head she tried to remember anything from that first aid course she had to take in 10th grade that could be at all useful right now. Pete had Riker held up against the wall with his bat pushed against the asshole’s neck, keeping in place. He looked to Noella, almost wanting to trade places. Not almost wanting. He wished she didn’t have to be the one to do that. “Noella..” He began softly. Riker wriggled under his hold, causing Pete to push harder on the bat. “What do we do now?” He asked glancing from her to Penny and Kurtis. 

Ruth’s body fell to the floor. Noella was left with a bloody knife and adrenaline pumping through her veins. It wasn’t until Pete had slammed Riker against a wall that she was slowly realizing that she just killed a human being. She dropped the weapon, her hands shaking. She impulsively attempted to wipe the tears off with her sleeve, but that only smeared blood over her cheek. She instantly removed her hand from her face, as if she wanted nothing to do with it and let out a sob. The rest of her emotions she tried to swallow back, as she looked over to Pete. Noella didn’t want to make anymore decisions. She really did not know what to do. So she gave Pete a choice, lightly kicking the gun on the floor in his direction, turning away from  Riker and looking over to Penny and Kurt, whose body looked like it had shut down. His glasses were broken on the ground and his face was all covered in red. 

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thatrikerguy:

Riker had the incisive need to please Ruth. Despite him being in agonising pain he still pulled himself up onto his feet, not wanting to sit here and watch her get upset when there was something he could do about it. “I’ll be right back.” He muttered, grabbing Pete’s baseball bat. It took him forever to walk up the stairs, blood running down his leg and groans leaving his mouth with every step. Where could they be? Everything was quiet around him, although he was finding it difficult to hear anything other than his own agony. He walked around for about fifteen minutes before the pain began to fade away. It was still there, he was just getting used to it now. He paused outside a door, listening for any sound. 

Kurt had found himself in a dark-lit room with a lock that didn’t work and Pete in the corner. Out of the all the options in their nearest surroundings Kurt decided that a glass bottle was the most reliable weapon. He could hear Riker approach, and despite his body still being in great pain and the blood that had soaked through his clothes, he shuffled closer to the door, somewhat ready to take the attacker by surprise. He glanced over to Pete, nodding his head slightly, before pulling the door open and swinging the bottle at Riker. 

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thatrikerguy:

Riker had been reaching for his knife, ready to aim it at Kurtis for even thinking of touching Ruth, when he saw Noella point the gun in his direction. He picked up the knife, raising slowly and holding up his hands. “Noella, put the gun down.” He demanded softly. From the corner of his eye Riker watched Pete move over to Penny, whispering something in her ear. “You’re not going to shoot me.” He continued, an eye still on whatever Pete and Penny were up to. Both him and Ruth might have been in a difficult situation but they were still blocking the stairway and if any of them tried to make a run for it Riker could still stop them. Nonetheless, the two plotting idiots thought they could surprise him as Pete pushed Penny towards the stairs. She tried to rush past him but she wasn’t fast enough. Maybe her stab wound was taking it’s toll on her. As soon as she was close enough he reached out grabbing the corner of her flannel shirt, pulling her towards him. She struggled, putting up a bit of fight if he had to be honest with himself. He drew her towards him, wrapping on arm around her waist and using the other to bring the knife up against her throat. He looked Noella in the eye. “Now, tell your boyfriend to take his hands of her.”

Now, Kurt wasn’t all for overpowering women or making generally violent movements, but when the girl had a gun and everyone was in danger, he figured he’d make an exception, despite this whole thing being quite unusual for him. He knew he was supposed to hold her, and he did, but he was already physically stronger than her, so he didn’t want to go too crazy. Noella, however, stood in the same spot, the gun still pointed at Riker. “You’re delusional.” she told him, her teeth clenching when he grabbed a hold of Penny. “No.” she really did her best trying to sound like she was in charge and not scared at all. “First, you’ll let her go.” she demanded. At that point Ruth was trying to fight back, but Kurt didn’t seem to be having any of it. Noella was getting impatient. Her eyes analyzed Riker’s posture, the way he held onto Penny. Noella had never shot a gun before, but since there didn’t seem to be a better option she aimed the gun at Riker’s head, as if to threaten him. “I said, ‘let her go’.” she then quickly pointed the gun lower and fired a bullet into Riker’s leg. Kurt, at that moment, loosened his grip and attempted to shove Ruth to the ground. It did work, the girl hit the floor with quite some force, but during that process, her raging self had pulled the trigger of the gun she carried, resulting in an unexpected bullet to Kurt’s side. For a moment everything seemed blurry as tears filled his eyesight, but then he could hear someone call his name, and with adrenaline pumping and blood streaming down his skin, he saw as everyone was making a run for it and followed. He didn’t know how long the psychos would stay distracted, but he felt like there wasn’t too much time. He would’ve loved to just get out of the fucking morgue once and for all, but once they had reached the exit it turned out that it had been barricaded. At this point they didn’t seem to have the time to find a way around it, and the only option at this point was to hide. Hide and fight. So he watched as everyone quickly split up and ran into separate directions, before eventually doing the same. 

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petemacintosh:

Pete wouldn’t have been able to notice if Kurtis was there or not, all he could focus on was Alicia. She couldn’t catch her breath and sounded like she was trying to speak but it was all coming out as raspy gasps and mumbles. “Alicia, calm down, breathe.” He tried guiding her through her breathing, exhaling and inhaling slowly, while trying to make her understand that she should do the same. Penny didn’t like this room, everything about it felt wrong, and if she could turn back around and run in the other direction she would. Alicia hadn’t gotten much quieter, which added a whole other level of eeriness to their surroundings. “Riker-” Alicia managed to choke out eventually. “We’re looking for him. Do you know where he is?” Pete asked concerned, stroking a stray hair behind her ear. She shook her head. It took her another minute to talk again. “H-he killed them.” Pete had to take a step back, not knowing what to say. He looked to Kurtis first, and then glanced over at the other’s. 

Kurt couldn’t tell what it was, but he believed her. Even though she was in worst condition imaginable, and could be lacking rational thinking. He didn’t need her to say anything else. A strange sort of emotion washed over him at her words, as he locked eyes with Pete. Thoughts collided in his head, a sickening feeling of vague relief spreading through his stiff figure. His eyes wandered to Alicia, then slowly back to the boy. Without a word, Kurtis then left the room, heading directly towards where the rest was. He walked in, the first thing he saw being a bed-like creation in the middle of the room. After a moment of hesitation, as if he had taken time to consider, he pushed past his friends and headed straight towards the main attraction. He pulled the cloth off, revealing the cold, destroyed body of Billy Cusak. He shuddered, then winced, and thew the cloth to the floor. “We need to get out of here.” he stated, as the thought came to him, and he headed back to the door, where Penny, Rick and Noella still stood. 

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pennyxdriver:

Penny followed at the back. “I think they keep the- the, uh…” Corpses. She couldn’t say the word. “The basement. Alicia always complained about it when she had to work here.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her hands trembling. “Would he be there?”

"I don’t know.” Kurtis muttered an answer to her question, skimming around. The first impression of the place wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the signs that someone had been there before. He cleared his throat. As much as the idea of a basement sounded like a trap, Kurt realized that they didn’t really have many alternatives here. He turned to Penny. “Do you know where that is?” he asked, deciding that it wouldn’t be handy to get lost in a morgue. 

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petemacintosh:

Pete felt like he was being berated by a teacher or a parent, he didn’t feel like saying anything at all. “She’s going to wait in the car.” He replied sheepishly. “I don’t know, man, what else should I do? Let her walk home alone in the dark? What if something happened to her?” 

Kurt looked over to Ruth, who stood awkwardly on the pavement, her hands folded together. Fact, she didn’t seem like such a problem, but they practically didn’t know her at all. He sighed, examining Pete’s face for a moment with his dull, own two eyes. “Sure. Let’s go.” he said, casually, sort of waving him off. 

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petemacintosh:

Pete muttered an apology to Ruth as he was dragged away by Kurtis. He snatched his shoulder away from his hand, with a roll of his eyes. “What do you mean?” His mouth was curled up in a confused sneer. “She had a gun in the church. We went to get it.” He shrugged.

Kurtis wondered for a moment if the idea of an almost stranger with a potential gun to offer, especially in this time of the day, sounded odd to anyone else. Clearly, Pete wasn’t in the same place, mentally. “Okay.” he was blunt, but forward. “But she’s not coming with us, right?” he asked, as if to give Pete’s mind a chance to shine. 

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pennyxdriver:

Penny watched him as he left the car, her eyes lingered for a moment. She wanted to talk to him, this honestly felt like the most time they’d spent together since before the night of the party. It was hard to believe how much one night could change everything. Her eyes glanced over Noella in the front seat, and any thought she had of going to talk to Kurtis left her mind. Instead, she watched the church. It didn’t take long for her to see Pete and the girl come back through the church doors. “They’re coming back.”

Kurt was kinda just having some alone-thinking time out there, until he saw Pete and the girl. He had managed to finish his cigarette and as they approached he threw the remains to the ground, waving over to Pete, as if to gesture that he wanted to talk. He waited for the two to get closer, before walking in their direction. He then put his hand on Pete’s shoulder, giving the girl a polite smile, whether it was forced or not. “I’d like to have a word with you.” he told Pete, calmly, before dragging him aside. He looked the boy up and down. “What are you doing?” he asked, more harshly than he had intended. 

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petemacintosh:

Pete glanced back at the car, pointing to the church and trying to gesture to them what he was doing. He followed Ruth, sticking close to her side. “Thank you for this, Ruth.” He muttered as they reached the building. “I’m sorry for involving you, but I am grateful.” Back in the car, Penny was left even more confused by Pete’s attempt at relaying a message with hand signals. “To pray?” She wondered. 

Kurt watched as the two disappeared into the holy building, at first feeling irritated, but he bottled it up, beginning to roll himself a cigarette in the backseat. He didn’t participate in any conversation until the tobacco stick was done. “Good. Right.” he then nodded at whatever whoever was saying, before getting out of the car and lighting himself the masterpiece. 

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petemacintosh:

Pete didn’t slow down, he almost didn’t want to say anything in response. “You read the note, right?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the road. “There’s another note?” Penny chimed in, but Pete quickly brushed it aside. “We can’t call the cops. We are not calling the cops.” He repeated himself to ground the point in further. “Besides, by the time we stop, find a phone and call the cops there’s not going to be anybody for them to save!” His voice grew with each word, leaving him shouting by the end of the sentence. He continued drive, the closer they got to their destination the more he began to doubt what they were doing was the right thing, but he couldn’t stand the idea of something happening to Riker because they were stupid enough not to listen to this maniac’s demands. That wasn’t saying that what they were doing wasn’t stupid, it was, but it seemed like the stupider of the two options. Pete rounded a corner, coming up to the church. The morgue was only five minutes away. 

"So, what? You just wanna walk in there like that and hope for the best?” the more Kurt thought about it, the less he liked the plan. Or, you know, the lack of it. “We don’t know who we’re dealing with here, alright? We have no idea if it’s one person, or fucking five hundred. All we know is that they are prepared for us.” in a way, he did understand Pete’s point, but he just didn’t quite agree with it. “We are ––  what? Five people with one gun and bunch of heavy tools? Against what?” he didn’t even wait for an answer. “We need back-up, man.” this was even a reality check for Kurt himself. The whole time he had tried not to get the police involved, but now, he was starting to doubt that decision. The closer they were getting, the more he felt the need to convince the rest that safety matters. But that, apparently, wasn’t much appreciated. 

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pennyxdriver:

Pete practically jumped out of his seat when Kurtis opened the door, and left even more confused at his words. “What do you mean?” He asked puzzled, trying to make sense of the note in the dimly lighted car. Penny reached across, taking the note out of Kurtis’s hands. Her eyes scanned the paper for a moment before holding it up in front of Pete’s eyes. “How did they know we were coming here? We didn’t even know,” her voice was barely above whisper as she eyed Kurtis suspiciously. Pete took the note out of her hand. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark, but as soon as he read the words on the note he let it drop to his lap. “Noella! Get in!” Pete shouted her, a new kind of urgency in his voice. “We’re going to have to skip Alicia’s place,” he added once she was back in the car and almost as soon as the last car door shut he was skidding off down the road at full speed. “What did you manage to get?” Pete asked, looking over at Noella. Before she could answer Penny spoke up, “More importantly; how did you that note? What happened in there?”

Once she was in her seat, Noella reached into the pocket of her jacket and handed Pete his wallet, which she didn't need to use after all. Rick was far behind comprehending what was happening, other than that his beloved cousin was in trouble and they needed to get there as soon as possible, preferably. He sat still, upright, his hands rested on his knees, his eyes on the road. He was still a little too intoxicated to cope. It wasn't too common for him to participate in murder cases while high, so he felt like he was allowed to be lost. Honestly, at this point he didn't want to have any conversations, he just wanted to get to the fucking morgue. Kurt found Penny's voice in this situation quite odd, as they had apparently planned not to invite her along. He, himself, still felt like it was one of the worse ideas they could come up with. He made a face, narrowing his eyes and raising his brows. "Oh, you know, it was just chilling there with the fucking corpse." he spat out, still quite ticked off. Noella remained silent. "What the fuck are you saying?" Rick finally spoke up, his gaze resting on Kurt, who sort of struggled with putting the situation into words. "There was a body, Rick." Noella explained, her eyes on the road. Rick finally now processed that information. "They knew we'd be there." Kurt said, before Rick could come to any final conclusion. "How? I don't know. But there's something beyond sketchy going on. I––" Kurt paused, clearing his throat. "We shouldn't be going there. Not like that." another pause. "We should call the cops." he really hated to say this. 

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pennyxdriver:

Penny pushed one of Rick’s elbows out of the way, poking her head between the two front seats. “I’m not going home,” she said defensively, looking from Noella to Pete as she tried to make sense of what was going on here. Pete turned his body to look at her, feeling sympathy but also a good heaping of frustration given the time they were waisting with this discussion. “Look, Penny we think Riker’s in trouble and needs our help,” he explained, trying to leave out the finer details, “- and well, Penny, you’re- y’know.” Penny looked at him with a baffled expression. “So, you want me to go home alone?” She asked trying to make sense of the situation but there was also an edge of anger to her words. “I don’t remember that working out very well for me last time.” She tried not to shoot a glare in Noella’s direction. "Just take me with you,” it almost sounded like she was pleading, which she was. She didn’t like the idea of driving around at night alone, or being home alone, or being alone in general. Pete’s patience broke looking at her pouting seat. “Fine!” He groaned throwing his arms up in the air. Penny felt triumphant for a moment before a sense of dread washed over her. “Besides I’m a lot better now,” she added, falling back in her seat as Pete reached for his keys and started up the car.  

Kurt stayed silent for a while, minding his own business and trying his best not to get his head bumped by Rick’s elbows. After a a while, he felt like the ongoing discussion was going nowhere towards the main point of the night. He groaned, rubbing his eyes behind the glasses, before tiredly shoving his fingers into his hair. “Penny, we can fucking drive you home, can you stop causing trouble?” he requested, however very calmly, as he quite knew how to handle his emotions. He rolled his eyes as the discussion continued and when Penny finally managed to accomplish whatever it was she wanted, he figured it would be a good idea to turn back to the subject. Once they were moving again, Kurt cleared his throat, placing his hands on his knees. “Don’t you guys think we need a plan?” he asked, mellow sarcasm in his tone. 

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petemacintosh:

“Fine, that works,” Pete agreed, jumping in the driver’s seat. He didn’t waist time with starting up the engine and pulling out into the road. He drove for a few minutes in silence, only a couple other cars passing them on the roads. It reminded him that it was almost after curfew, people were started to head home for the night. He stepped on the gas, propelling the car forward. They were going to have to be quick. “When I pull the car over you run up and get Kurtis,” he started, “I’m going to stay here and keep the engine running. If Penny wants to come… don’t let her, okay?” He turned a corner, approaching their apartment block.

Noella watched him for a moment, before nodding her head, no questions asked. “Okay.” she told him, before quickly getting out of the car and rushing towards the staircase. Kurt, who hadn’t been expecting anyone at this time, was trying hard to work on his paper, despite the discomfort and vague depression he felt by being in the apartment, especially when alone. He opened the door for Noella, quite surprised by the sight of her, yet relieved. “Noella, hey ––” he began, but she cut him off before he could go any further. “Kurtis, we need to go.” He raised his brows slightly, confusion growing. “What, where ––” he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.  “–– to the car. We’re gathering everyone ––” she then paused, and Kurt didn’t quite know if it was because of the disoriented look on his face or whatever else. “Pete got a note. They have Riker. We need to do something.” she informed him and he couldn’t help but just stare at her. “What the fuck?” but before he could process this, Noella was shoving his coat into his hands. He quickly threw it on. “Is Penny here?” Noella asked, peeking into the apartment. “No, she’s out.” he told her. She nodded her head. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.” he nodded at her words and followed her out, locking the door and then following her down the staircase and into the car, where he finally got to take a breath. “Alright. Where are we going?” 

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petemacintosh:

Pete shook his head. “Not as far as I know. Alicia was pretty much the last to leave. All of my friends left around the same time, I don’t know what happened to Maverick, and Vincent’s friends all started to disperse when he didn’t come back…” Pete’s voice trailed off. He didn’t want to think about that. 

A part of Kurtis wanted to scold them for not even bothering to check up on his roommate. But on the other hand he was pretty much not there the whole time so he didn’t really have the right to do so. He remained as calm as he could be in a situation like this, letting out a sigh at the thought of Vincent not returning. “Okay, man, focus.” he sounded more demanding than he had intended. “The note was found the next morning, yes? Did you think anyone was acting strange? Out of everyone in there, was there someone who disappeared? Left, alone?” 

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petemacintosh:

“I didn’t.” Pete answered without hesitation. “Alicia wanted to ask one of you guys if you could check up on Penny, but we didn’t know where you were, so I offered to stay so she could go home. Ended up passing out on your couch.” he explained matter-of-factly. “Only woke up when I heard the police sirens.”

"Right. Okay.” he considered this for a moment. “Was there anyone else in the flat?” 

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petemacintosh:

“I’m just trying to help, man,” Pete said exasperated, holding his hands and dropping them. He didn’t know, this was all way above his head. “What about that note? The one Penny got? That’s a… thing.”

"It is.” Kurt agreed with the second statement, getting through the first one without coming up with a response. A wave of thoughts flew through his head as he looked over at the boy before him. “Pete? When did you leave the party that night?”