15th Fix

[technohippie]

[Quinn knows he can't hide in Cyuss's house forever. Eventually, he has to go back to work or he'll get droned into doing it, which is the last thing he wants to happen, next to being brutally murdered like most of the town has been. Luckily, he didn't get a letter, but that doesn't make him feel much better. He knows that friends of his out there are dead or going crazy and there's nothing he can do about it.

Quinn manages to drag himself to school, and seeing a meager amount of non-drones amongst the staff and classes, he's not sure what to do.]

Um. Let's just call this a free study period, okay? Just take it easy.

So... How is everyone holding up?

[On the way home, he'll be make a quick stop for food and cigarettes. He'll be walking hastily back to Cyuss's house, but you're free to stop him along the way.]

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[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn freezes too, the whole thing seemingly unreal. But after a moment, Quinn drops his groceries and runs over to him.]

Scott!!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott makes no real reply. He merely just stands there, keeping his eyes locked on Quinn as he makes his approach. The only movement coming from Scott is the grip on his machete, tightening his fingers around the handle of the blade.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn quickly approaches, but when he sees Scott tighten a grip on this knife, he slows up.]

Hey... hey just put that down, okay? There's still some doctors around. I can get you to the hospital.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott's eyes flinch, his head jerking to the side with a violent motion. His fingers tighten around the handle several times as Quinn moves ever closer to him.

His teeth grit on his bottom lip with such strength that the flesh pierces and begins to bleed. Scott looks Quinn dead in the eyes as small tears begin to form at their pockets.]

"Quinn.. Man.. Run.. As fast as.. As you can.."

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn can't form words for a moment. This is too overwhelming. He stops approaching, and takes a few cautious steps back.]

Scott... seriously, man. I know the town's been messin' with everyone pretty bad. No one else needs to die. No one...

[Scott, Jesus Christ please don't tell me you've killed people in all this...]

Come on. Please.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott's eyes begin to slightly roll into the back of his head, a trickle of blood turning into a stream begins to flow from the corner of his mouth. Bending at the knees, Scott drops to the ground as the machete clangs against the asphalt with a terrible echo. His inability to bring his hands down for support, Scott slumps forward as his stomach also beings to bleed out, his complexion almost immediately turning from some what normal to ghostly white.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

No! [Quinn comes over to him now, getting him onto his back. Oh god there is so much blood everywhere. He doesn't even know what to do.]

H-Hey, come on, stay with me, man...

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott's voice is barely audible, more like gravel than any thing else. A hand comes up to grip Quinn by the shirt, clinging onto his clothing with a bloodied mess.]

"S.. Sorry.. About.. the blood.."

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

That's what you're worried about? Man... [His voice starts to get quiet, and shaky.] How did ya get into this mess? Y-You wouldn't have gotten involved in this... in this game, would ya?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"Y-Ye.. I did..

Eff Eff.. I.. I just.. I wanted.. To see Ra.. again.."

[His voice is growing dimmer, his grip beginning to loosen on the stained linens.]

"Ram.. Ramona.."

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Oh man, you... Never listen to Mayfield, they don't...

[It doesn't matter. Why lecture a dying friend?]

Heh. I-It's always over a girl, ain't it...

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"Ye.. Can't he.. it man. Ramona.. She's.. I've done her... ron man."

[Scott wished he could just sit up and say something like, "Psyche! Pssht! Let's go get some drinks and pick up a chick or two!" Alas, there'd be no chick picking up, there'd be no drinking, and of course- there'd be no Scott Pilgrim for those things to happen.

They say that if a man spent every day of is life trying to find the best place to watch the sun rise, that it would not be a wasted life. Scott Pilgrim enjoyed the sun rising as much as the next guy, but he couldn't help but feel like he had wasted what time he had here with the living. Looking up at Quinn, his heart sank like an anvil falling from the Empire State Building. Maybe it was the loss of blood, or the genuine feeling of regret, but Scott felt a pain unlike any he had felt before.]

"Quinn.."

[His hand dropped from Quinn's shirt, hitting the ground with a soft thud. With a dry throat wheezing in shallow, shortened breaths for air, Scott spoke his last few words with what energy he had left.]

"If.. If I tot.. ly liked dudes.. I'd do ya'.."

[He barely got a soft chuckle out before his head rolled to the side lifelessly. His wheezing ceased as the blood continued to pool under him. The street became eerily silent around them. The lack of birds or a breeze left the air as still as death. Stephens road would now be a bit less noisy, a bit less "rocked", and a tenant short- now that Scott Pilgrim had passed on.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Going out on a joke. You're a classy bro, Scott Pilgrim.

Quinn will sit there with Scott for a long while, not sure what to do. Eventually, he carefully scoops his friend up, taking him back to Cyuss's house with him. He can't just leave him there.]