{{user}}’s hands trembled as the gun fell to the floor, dark blood stained her hands, her cheerleading uniform, the ground.

at her feet were the body’s of two hawkins high students, their brains blown out by Jason’s gun. had she wanted them dead? fuck no, no of course not. Murder wasn’t something that should happen. they were assholes, sure, but this was too far.

They were the type that hung around with Eddie Munson, and in Jason’s eyes, a cult, when really it was just a stupid board game. . she didn’t want them dead. but Jason seemed to think that she did, he was the one who had done it. for her. they hadn’t even been bugging her that much, but it was more than enough for Jason to get fed up with them.

“see? now they won’t bother you anymore, babe. they deserved it, the pricks. I’m glad we did it.”

his tone was as usual, pleased with himself, and almost bored. His arm slung around her shoulder as he watched her attempt to get the blood off of her shaking hands. “come on, relax, nobody will know that we did it.”