The second the blow connected, Jimmy knew he was in trouble. Trouble worse then anything yet. When J.J had attacked him, Jimmy had hung on, knowing that the blows would stop eventually. He'd shot J.J. Zach had cowered in the corner. Ray had hurt him, but had run. But now, he wasn't sure who was even attacking him. His thoughts were fuzzy, his motions clumsy and numb.
He blinked back the haze and spat. He couldn't get up. The boy was across the room from him, a crossbow in his hands.
Teo. Teo Weinstock, with a crossbow. His rage beat out his fear and Jimmy let out a feral growl as the image before his eyes blinked away. He sank back to the floor, his heart pounding in tune with his head.
"Ghhh."
Teo didn't even hear him. The boy had taken out something, and was writing.
"You fucker," He mumbled, his words slurred and nearly silent. Teo continued on as if nothing had happened. He tried to lift his head again, but the world raced away and he fell back, unable to do much of anything.
I remember you Teo. I remember you, big and strong and fucking everything that I wasn't. Oh yeah, you don't think a little fuck like me would remember? I remember. I gotta remember the cunts like you, who're out for my blood.
"Wait till I ged'- I get up- You better run, you fuck, fuckin' you gotta run-"
Teo didn't hear his mumbling. Instead he reached down, toward Jimmy's shotgun.
He's not listening. He thinks I'm not going to hurt him. He thinks-
"Geddaway from that-"
No, no, he can't get the gun, getting the gun is MY job, if he has that, what do I have? No, come on-
His limbs shook, but the ground was comforting. Jimmy didn't move. The fear finally took hold then, as Teo calmly strode toward him, weapon in hand.
Oh. Oh no. No, no, Jimmy get up, you weren't supposed to go down like this, Jimmy, Jimmy you fuck, Jimmy he's going to kill you. No, no Jimmy, the gun is YOUR job but he has YOUR gun, he's got your gun, you've got to move, you fought everyone, come on, come ON-
"Geddaway from me!" Jimmy yelped, for the first time in a long time, fear evident in his voice.
"May as well test this out."
Teo wasn't listening. He wasn't listening, and he didn't care. His heart beat faster and his eyes danced around the room. Calmly, Teo reached down and grabbed a tuft of his hair, yanking him up to his feet. Jimmy yelped in pain and he finally found motion his arm weakly flailing back to slap Teo across the chest. Nothing. He was nothing in comparison to Teo.
Strong kid, the big guy on campus, why I gotta fight the big guys on campus? Why do they hate me-
"Get off me!" He squealed, panicking. Teo began to walk with him, calm and silent. Towards the wall.
Up against the wall. Oh. Oh no.
Oh no.
A pitiful whining sound arose from within him. Even in the haze Jimmy failed out at Teo, his attacks ineffective. He tried to kick, he tried to act like dead weight, he jerked and dug in his heels-
Big guy on campus, the BIG guy, the good looking kid with a group of friends- that's you isn't it? Gonna kill you. You better stop, I'll kill you for this. You fucker- You didn't let me fight. Gimme a chance, that's not FAIR-
"Play fair. You need to play fair, you gotta let me- no-," He reached up, desperately scratching at Teo's hand, his words slurring together into panicked gibberish. "Get off me, get off me! Let me go! Let me go!"
He's gonna put you against the wall. Gestapo, ain't that- ain't that just barbaric?
"You bastard! You show-off, you piece of shit! Let me go! Let me go! You can't do this, I worked! I worked for this, you can't do this to me! I cut up my arm you bastard, you can't judge me! My arm, I slit my arm!"
Teo threw him up against the wall. Jimmy hit it and slid down, his knees shaking. He turned, the barrel of the gun deadly close.
Now I'm Zach.
"Stop it, stop it!" He said, tears forming. This was the end. Not with a bang, with a whimper, he'd been outwitted and he was going to die. All he ever was was nothing. What was he supposed to think of? Someone was stronger and faster. The entire time, his death had been patiently waiting. He had nothing left to give. He was too weak.
He was weak.
"Fucking stop it Teo! You can't judge me- I WORKED HARD! I worked hard and I earned my spot- you fucking faggot, that all you are Teo, a faggot? Sulking around corners, you cheat! You faggot! You're not playing right!"
The safety clicked off. Jimmy froze, pressing himself farther back against the wall.
"Please. You don't understand Teo. I'm supposed to go home. I'm SUPPOSED to win-"
Teo smiled. All hope faded out of his mind. He was up against the locker- he had nowhere else to run. Jimmy sank down as the gun leveled toward his face.
Nothing's going to be left. Boom. Rosa died. I left Rosa to die. That's my fucking legacy.
With his last breath, Jimmy gritted his teeth.
"FUCK Y-"
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Jimmy heard a terrible ringing sound. His eyes opened, and he realized he was laying in a pool of blood. The room stank, the familiar smell of death. Beside him was a twitching body.
Oh.
He wanted to scream. He'd learned to live with the pain, the constant throbbing, the cuts and scrapes and fatigue. Somehow he'd pushed through all of it. Now though, something had changed. It seemed like a never ending assault, a force never devoid of foot soldiers. Jimmy turned his head, and blood spilled down the side of his face.
It was at this moment, that he realized his left ear was gone.
That all?
He felt alive. The body was Teo- he remembered that much. Teo hadn't screamed- not many people seemed to scream as they died. Slowly and carefully, Jimmy rolled over, looking back towards the wall. He was panting in pain before he was done, and had found another source of the pain; a large cut on the left side of his belly, as if something had ripped across. His guts weren't spilling out- but the cut was bleeding and he felt sick just looking at it.
I'm supposed to be dead.
He found his ear stuck to the wall, tiny pieces of steel along with it. His brain made the connection- something had gone terrifically wrong with the gun.
I knew it. It'd never betray me.
"Haha."
Teo had taken the brunt of the explosion, and it had killed him nigh instantly. But the blast hadn't been entirely one sided. Aside from the gash and his ear, Jimmy still hurt. He stared down at his body, before realized belatedly that he wasn't clutching a piece of steel. Carefully he raised up his trembling left hand- and the three inch long piece of shrapnel impaled straight through his palm.
Oh... Fuck.
He didn't try to rise right away. He didn't try to move for a very long time. He had a lot to think about. Jimmy half expected Teo to rise up, try again. Hell, he wanted him to. Teo had died with little help from him. His death was nothing... He supposed he should feel angry. His shotgun was broken, and Teo had tried to kill him. But through some stroke of luck, he had survived. It felt stupid to be angry- no, he felt astounded. Awestruck, his existence filled with purpose. There was no questioning it now. There was a reason he was here, a reason why this was happening. God approved of all of it, that could be the only solution.
I was right. Ain't that- ain't that just something? Darkest hour, hero is up against the wall. God from the machine. I'm a hero. That's- that's what heroes do, right? No, I wasn't trying to die, I didn't rush in blind. No, no I can't die. That has to be it. God can't kill me, because he CAN'T. Hehe. Odds just changed, ain't that right, ain't that a bitch?
It was funny. Too funny. Jimmy rolled over and laughed for what seemed like forever, every movement filled equally with pain and laughter. It was pointless and it did more harm then good, but he couldn't stop. He'd continue- no matter what. Teo didn't respond, and for some reason that only made him laugh harder, until tears blotted out his pain and he was sobbing like a child, curled on the floor and crying himself to oblivion and back, dreaming of a bustling school hallway, with all eyes on him.
[[Jimmy Brennan continued in
The Aristocrats]]