I shot you down // Thread (complete)

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Who: Lisa Garland (alonetomorrow) and Harry Mason (picksupstrays)
Where Third floor, outside Lisa's room
When: During the "Fickle Children" event (as I call it, anyway XD)
Rating: R for violence/death
Summary: Harry and Lisa harbor bitter feelings for each other during this day. However, it gets out of hand when they finally see each other in the hallway.
the Story:

Fickle are what children are. That's what was said, only a few days ago. And maybe Lisa kept that in mind, but the heated feelings raging inside her distracted the nurse too much for that. Hate against Harry Mason, disgust against that cursed Alessa. Was there really anyone here for her? Even in this wretched place, she was alone.

If only Kaufmann were here. He'd treat her right, wouldn't he? And she would apologize for her angry outbursts. If only, though.

Quietly opening her door, Lisa walked out into the hallway. Maybe some fresh air would help cool her down.

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He had enough of this.

He's given it his all. He's given whatever he could for these... these ungrateful, whining, complaining bastards, and he's just had it.

Harry Mason hasn't felt this angry for awhile. He's... honestly not sure if he's ever felt this mad. Maybe he has without showing it to anyone--

Anyway.

Not that it matters.

He seethes, furious. He hasn't been to his room since... well, he'd gone to floor two, but Harry can't really remember why, so he's heading back up.

Harry doesn't even think about possibly bumping into Lisa.

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Adjusting the sleeve of her jacket, Lisa walked down the hallway without thinking that she might run into Harry. But when she sees the familiar figure, the nurse stops in her steps, lip tightening into a thin line of displeasure.

"Harry Mason," she says, her voice cold, as if merely stating it.

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Almost immediately, Harry stops. He narrows his eyes.

He doesn't think he's ever felt... so angry. So hateful for someone.

But he does.

"Lisa Garland," he responds, his tone mimicking hers, mocking. "What are you doing, scraping around for more White Claudia?"

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"I almost wish. Maybe then I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face."

She had never felt such hatred toward Harry before, but she just knew that she wished he would simply leave her alone. Out of her life, forever.

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"Oh, please. I'm the best thing you have going on here, Lisa. I'm just surprised I've put up with you as long as I have."

Harry brushes his coat aside a bit, reaching in.

"I'll tell you what," he says, almost gently. "I'll put us both out of our misery."

He pills out his pistol (got to throw this thing away soon, it was Cybil's), pointing it at Lisa.

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Lisa turns pale at the sight of the gun, fear in her eyes, even as she glares daggers at Harry. "You're really going to shoot me?" She almost wants to laugh, muttering under her breath,



She steps back defiantly, shrugging with her arms spread open, as if daring him. "Fine. Go ahead. I should've died back in that hospital anyway." Maybe if she prayed hard enough, she wouldn't come back to this place. She'd finally go home.

And Kaufmann would be there, waiting for her.

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"You said it yourself. You're just like them. I thought you were different of course."

Harry shrugs. "My mistake."

He fires twice at Lisa.

"Don't act so scared. You don't really feel anything, anyway, do you? You're just like them. Just hadn't noticed it before."

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"Ahh-" She thought she was different too. Maybe it was just some naive hope...

Lisa stumbles against the wall, blond hair falling into her face, as she slowly slides to the ground with shaky feet. It hurt. She could acknowledge that. It hurt. Harry just didn't know how much.

He didn't care anyway.

Her body trembles a little, sensitive to the bullets in her flesh.

"Maybe...you're right. Maybe it's better this way," she whispers, feeling sick at the smell of fresh blood as her vision was starting to fail her.

So she closed her eyes.

She didn't have to wait long for death.

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"Trust me. I know that I'm right."

Harry watches her carefully, as to be sure that she is indeed dying.

He nods, satisfied -- and turns and leaves her there, sliding his gun into his jacket again.

He doesn't need anyone to bother him again.