pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: the secret is out

warnings: descriptions of violence, (possible) multiple character death, knives, guns, descriptions of blood (lots of it), swearing, angst, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

words: 5445

a/n: this is a bit of a lengthy chapter but it's one of my favourites.

004. red right hand - nick cave & the bad seeds

'you'll see him in your nightmares.'

'What's your favourite scary movie?'

Those words were written on the wall, a ghostface spray painted just above the chilling question in an old alleyway.

Everywhere you looked something screamed at you to run the other way. You walked alongside Tara and Sam, the younger of the two holding onto your hand, afraid that you would disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Jason and Greg were little Atlantan rich boys." Gale explained as she walked ahead of everyone, guiding you all into the warehouse. "They used fake names to rent this place."

"How did you find it?" Kirby questioned, jogging forward to walk beside Gale.

"It's called investigative journalism for a reason, how didn't you find it? Weren't you tracking them?"

"I went through their financial records dozens of times and this was not in any of them." Kirby huffed as she looked up at the warehouse. "It doesn't make sense."

"Don't worry," Gale smiled feigning sympathy, "I'm just really good at my job, you'll get there."

Gale pulled a key card from her bag and opened the door to the warehouse, the rest of you following the woman inside. Gale also grabbed a flashlight, turning it on so she could guide the rest of the way.

"What is this place?" Sam asked as she walked in, looking around at the cobweb littered walls. "What's with all the security?"

Gale switched on the lights allowing you to finally see what you had just walked into.

"It's a movie theatre." Tara stated as she looked around.

"It's not just a theatre. It's a shrine." Gale said, nodding to the memorabilia placed all around the theatre.

Your head snapped to the stage, watching as the curtains rose up to show nine mannequins with black cloaks, the ghostface masks missing.

Interested, you took a few cautious steps forward, each item was from the past ghostface's and their victims.

"They've got the whole damn franchise." Mindy spoke loudly as she walked around, taking in everything that she could.

"Chad." Mindy gasped softly.

"Hmm?" The boy replied.

"This was uncle Randy's." Mindy said, looking at an old t-shirt. "They've got everything."

"Is that-" Tara started, looking over at Kirby.

"The knife I was stabbed with." Kirby finished, a sorrowful look on her face.

"You have all been through so much." Bailey said, looking around the room.

"Who drew all these- woah wait." Mindy said, cutting herself off as she looked intently at an old photo.

"What's up?" Sam asked, looking over to the girl.

"There's a child in this."

Your head snapped up from looking at an old piece of memorabilia and at Mindy. There's only one child who that could be. You.

"What the hell?" Chad mumbled, walking over to his sister so he could have a look himself.

"Y/n? Is that- is that you?" Mindy questioned, looking backwards and forwards from the photo to you.

"I uh- I don't know what you're talking about." You replied, turning your focus onto something else.

"This kid. It looks like you." Mindy persisted.

You knew you would have to share your secret some time soon but you weren't ready for it to be this soon. You turned your head to Kirby who gave you a discrete nod then you looked at Gale, the older woman giving you a warm smile.

"Okay, I- yeah it's me." You said, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

"What the hell." Chad exclaimed, looking over to you. "Y/n-"

"Look- I- I'm sorry, okay! I just didn't know how to tell you-" You said, trying to explain as you walked towards the two only for them to take a step back.

Taking the hint you stood in your place, in the middle of the theatre, with everybody watching you. You internally chuckled, this all seemed like some horrible play and you had no way out of it.

"That your sister was a Ghostface?!" Mindy said loudly, hands raised beside her.

"Half sister. Different dads." You mumbled with a shrug.

"Y/n, why wouldn't you tell us?" Tara questioned quietly, as if her voice was going to break if she spoke any louder. She was going to move towards you, only to be stopped by Sam.

"I tried to." You said, heart breaking at all of your friends looking at you as if you were the killer. "I really did- you have to believe me."

"Y/n-" Sam tried.

"Please." You said, voice cracking as you tried not to cry.

Sam looked hesitant and so did Tara, although the two of them wanted to comfort you, they didn't know whether to trust you.

"You don't trust me, do you?" You stated, voice breaking as tears brimmed your eyes as you looked around at your friends.

"Y/n-"

"It's fine." You sniffled, wiping away your tears. "It's fine."

You looked at everyone around you, feeling like the walls were caving in and you needed to escape, but you didn't know where to go so you went up onto the stage.

Everyone watched you, moving out of your way as you passed them, as if you had something contagious.

Your heart cracked, you looked back at the people who you once called your friends before standing in front of the ghostface mannequins.

It suddenly felt as if you were under water, you could hear people talking but their voices were muffled. You could also feel eyes on the back of your head, as if it were a target.

You looked at the past ghostfaces, stopping in front of one that had left you in a trance but to you it was more of a nightmare.

Jill's name was shown at the bottom of the costume, a shiver went down your spine at the memories of that night. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to not let your mind slip back to that time.

But it was no use.

You sat on the floor, hands and feet bound with duct tape, along with your mouth. Your eyes were red raw, tears flowing down your cheeks as you looked up to your older sister.

The person you used to look up to the most stabbed her accomplice. He doubled over in pain, bleeding from where Jill had stabbed him, right in the heart, a look of betrayal flickering over his expression.

"There's been a change of plans." Jill smiled manically. "The problem with you Charlie, it's always been about killing Sidney Prescott. My plan is a little bigger. I'm going to become her."

And with that, Jill stabbed him again. Charlie couldn't believe what was happening as he stared at the woman, stunned and shocked. Before falling back and crumbling to the floor.

Jill looked down at him with a glimmer of diabolical glee. She gave his body a quick kick with her foot but his body didn't move. The realisation crossing your face, he's dead and your sister had killed him.

"How did you turn into this?" Sidney asked, looking between Jill and Charlie's now dead body, a glimpse of you being caught in the corner of her eye.

"Nothing is ever what it seems. Your words, Sidney. I've always been this. You know what it's like growing up related to you? All you hear is Sidney this, Sidney that, Sidney, Sidney...You were always so fucking special. Now it's my turn."

You watched on in fear, Jill taking her knife and pointing it at Sidney, a sickening smile taking form on her face.

"And now you have to die. Those are the rules."

"What rules?"

"There's only room for one lead. Let's face it, Sid, your ingenue days are over."

Jill advanced on Sidney, stabbing her with the knife. The older woman gasped in pain leading Jill to stab her again. Sidney dropped to her knees, now losing a lot of blood but desperately trying to stay awake.

Then everything felt as if it moved in slow motion, Sidney's body fell limp to the floor, you looked at her hopefully, begging for her to get up but she didn't move.

You let out a scream, the duct tape against your mouth preventing you from being too loud but the sound still startled Jill.

Her head snapped towards you and it was as if her gaze softened but you knew that was too good to be true.

Jill made her way to you, kneeling in front of you. You tried to back away in fear but you couldn't do anything due to the duct tape around your wrists and ankles.

"Oh, my sweet baby sister." Jill said sweetly, holding a hand up to your cheek.

You flinched away, even more tears falling from your eyes as you whimpered at the sight of Jill. You looked into her eyes, trying to find the Jill who was once your sister, your best friend, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"I really wish I didn't have to do this." Jill said sadly and you would've believed her if it wasn't for the sickening smile on her face.

You violently shook your head from side to side as you watched Jill edge her knife closer and closer to your side, just under your ribs. You squirmed, kicked, thrashed and screamed, begging Jill with your eyes not to do it.

But she didn't listen. Her knife went into your side and then everything went black.

"So somebody killed these chuckle fucks and took over?" Chad questioned, snapping you out of your haze.

You turned to see that everyone was now on the stage, each of them going backwards and forwards from eyeing you up to looking at a mannequin.

"Someone who believes that Sam masterminded woodsboro and perhaps Y/n now too." Gale said.

"Wait what?" You questioned turning around to face the older woman, shocked at the statement but you cowered back as everyone's eyes turned to you.

"If this were a normal stab movie, this would be the killer's lair." Mindy explained from where she stood, giving you a quick side eye.

"Which means this isn't a normal stab movie." Kirby added.

Tara breathed heavily, looking between you and her sister before storming off. You went to go after her but after a hard look from Sam you realised you weren't wanted.

You gave a silent nod, tears forming back in your eyes as the back of your throat burned. You could feel your heart rate increasing, your hands going clammy as your breathing picked up. The theatre walls closing in on you. Not being able to breathe, you looked at everyone before you ran out on your own.

Finally getting to somewhere where you could calm down, you placed your hand against a wall and took in a deep breath. You were startled by the sound of your phone ringing and you already knew who it was.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you answered the call, squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared for their voice.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n." Ghostface tutted. "Walking off on your own, very brave choice."

"Yeah, well I like my chances."

"I wouldn't get so comfortable."

"Okay... you're boring me." You huffed, taking your phone away from your ear and ending the call.

"Wait wha-"

You shook your head with a sigh, placing your phone back in your pocket before walking back to where everyone was. You saw Gale and Kirby making their way to Sam and Tara so you thought you'd tag along.

The older women both made sure you were okay and with a nod of your head, they knew that you were alright.

"I'm sorry." You heard Sam whisper to Tara.

"Just drop it Sam." The younger Carpenter said before walking away from her sister.

"Tara-"

"We've got her." Kirby smiled, motioning to you beside her.

Sam gave you a look but you walked off with Kirby before she could do anything about it leaving her with Gale.

You found Tara sitting by herself, at the top of the theatre, looking down at the stage all caught in her thoughts.

She heard the two of you coming so you sent her a small smile but you didn't make your way towards her, opting to stay by the door as Kirby sat beside her.

"How'd you get past what happened to you?" Tara questioned, picking at the skin around her fingers.

"I almost died after I was stabbed." Kirby said. "Technically I did die. For four minutes. When I recovered I got mad. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life being afraid of monsters. I wanted the monsters to be afraid of me."

"I like that." Tara said, clearing her throat before she turned to you. "What about you y/n? You've been through this twice."

"Oh I uh- I-" You struggled, not knowing if Tara actually cared or if she was feeling sympathetic. "I'm the same as Kirby, I almost died but I didn't want to let that determine the way I lived the rest of my life. I mean yeah, sure, it sucked and it took a hell of a lot of therapy to get over my sister stabbing me but I got there in the end."

The three of you were snapped out of your little bubble when you heard the doors open, Bailey, Sam and Gale walking towards you three.

"Sorry to interrupt." Bailey said, the two women walking behind him. "But I think I have an idea about how to turn the tables on this creep."

"Yeah." Gale agreed. "And we're in."

"Sorry Gale, no press allowed." Kirby said, raising her hands to the side. "Police business. I'm good at my job too."

"Ooh, she got you there." You chuckled.

"Okay, so let's go." Tara said, finding a new determination in her.

"About that," you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck, "I'm going to stay with Gale, if that's okay?"

"Of course." Gale beamed.

"No, y/n. We need to keep an eye on you." Sam said.

"Wha-"

"I can handle myself, Sam." Gale said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"You text or call if anything happens." Sam said firmly, giving you one last look before walking out with Tara, Bailey and Kirby hot on her tail.

"They'll come around eventually." Gale said softly, feeling your shoulders deflate.

"Yeah." You sighed sadly, kicking the ground by your feet.

"C'mon, what do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure."

"Take out back at mine?"

"Uh, yeah. That sounds like a good idea."

The two of you made your way out of the theatre and into Gale's car. The both of you sat in silence but it wasn't awkward, it was comforting. Your head rested on the car window, watching everything go by as you were stuck in your thoughts.

The journey to her apartment wasn't long and before you knew it, you were riding the elevator up to her floor.

After Gale unlocked her door, she let you in first. You took in your surroundings and chuckled at how poor you were compared to Gale.

"So this is what it must be like to be really, really rich." You said, walking into the living room.

"Being a reporter has its perks." Gale said, giving you a teasing smile.

"It sure does."

"I never got to ask you about the attack at Sam and Tara's apartment, and with everything that happened earlier, how are you?" Gale questioned, sitting beside you on her sofa with her laptop in hand.

"I've been better but it's nothing I can't handle."

"You miss her, don't you?"

"Who, Jill-?"

"No. Sid." Gale said with a sad smile on her face. "She's been with you through it all and this is your first time without her."

"Of course I miss her." You said, fiddling with the fabric of your top. "But she needs to stay safe, away from here. Away from me."

"She misses you too. And don't think like that." Gale said, her gaze on you softening. "She changed her number, I can give it to you if you'd like."

"I'm not sure." You said, playing with your fingers.

"Just give me your phone." Gale said, holding her hand out.

"Okay." You said reluctantly, placing your phone in her hand.

"Thank you." Gale said, quickly typing in Sidney's number before handing your phone back to you.

"I don't think I ever said thank you. For everything, back in two-thousand and eleven, last year and now today. So, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, y/n. I'll always be there for you, just like Sid."

"Although you may still see me as a nine year old, I've got your back too."

"How about, when this is all over, you can come and live with me? Only if you'd like to of course." Gale said, nudging you with her elbow.

"I'd like that." You smiled.

"Now, 'no press', who does Kirby think she is?" Gale huffed, opening her laptop. "Bitch, last time I saw you, you were in glee club."

You shook your head with a smile, leaning back on the sofa to get a look at what Gale was doing.

"Forgive me if I don't trust you to keep them safe." Gale went on to imitate Kirby.

"I'm going to order food, do you want anything?" You asked, opening up your phone.

"Oh, yes please, I'm fine with whatever."

"Okay."

You looked through a couple of take out places but ultimately decided on pizza. You placed your order and put on a movie to kill some time.

After about half an hour you got thirsty so you got up from your spot to get a glass of water, as you were about to ask if Gale wanted one, your phone started ringing.

"Your phone, y/n." Gale said, looking up from her laptop.

"You can answer it." You replied, finishing your drink and putting the glass in the sink.

"Hello?" Gale answered.

"Hello, Gale. It's strange that you and I have never spoken on the phone. This is long overdue."

"Who is it?" You asked, walking over to the woman as you watched her shoot out of her seat.

"It's Ghostface." Gale mouthed.

"Shit." You muttered. "Give the phone to me."

"I agree." Gale replied over the phone, holding a hand up to you as she shook her head.

"I figured after all these years you'd want an interview."

"I'm going to call the police." You whispered, picking up Gale's home phone before walking out of the room.

"You figured right." Gale said, looking at her phone as it buzzed on the coffee table, Sam's name coming up as the contact. "So what's your motive this time? You angry at the movies or are you just trying to stay relevant?"

"Well I could ask you the same. Don't you know the legacy characters are disposable now. Nobody cares about last century's heroes."

"Then why bother with me at all?"

"Call it nostalgia. Or maybe you deserve to be punished for all that money you made off the misery of others. Maybe it's time someone made a buck reporting your death."

"You know you're like the tenth guy to try this right. And spoiler alert, it never works out for the dip-shit in the mask."

"Oh but they certainly leave a mark before they go, don't they? Richie and Amber managed to butcher Dewey, carved him up like a christmas goose. How does it feel to lose the only man who ever loved you?"

"Fuck you."

"How does it feel to know that you weren't there for him at the end? Not there to give him comfort as he died screaming in his own guts."

"You're the one who's gonna die screaming."

"Maybe, but you won't be there to see it. You couldn't stop what happened to Dewey. Just like you wont be able to stop what's coming."

"Hey, the police are on their way." You said quietly, running back in the room.

"Is that, y/n I hear?"

"What do you want?" Gale questioned.

"How about you put them on the phone."

"No chance."

"Oh, I'd do it if I were you, Gale."

"Fine." Gale reluctantly said, handing you your phone.

"Hey, Ghosty." You said, taking your phone from Gale and holding up to your ear.

"Hello, y/n. How's it feel to be cut off from the friendship group?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Oh I know everything. I thought you would know that by now."

"I guess so."

"Now, how about a game of hide and seek?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm hiding, you come find me."

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because I'll gut you like a fish before you have the chance to step foot out of this apartment!" The Ghostface said loudly down the phone. "So, y/n, let me try that again. Do you want to play hide and seek? I'll make it easier for you by saying if you're hot or cold."

"How about a game of Marco Polo. I think that's a little more interesting."

"Or I can go back to the originals and ask, what's your favourite scary movie? It doesn't work like that, y/n. You play by my rules. Hide. And. Seek."

"You really are a sick fuck."

"Cold." Ghostface said, ignoring you and starting the game of hide and seek.

You sighed to yourself, walking towards the kitchen where Gale looked at you with confusion written all over her face.

"Colder."

"What's going on?" Gale mouthed.

"Hide and seek." You mouthed back.

"Y/n, no!"

"I'll be fine, just wait here."

"What's taking you so long, y/n?"

"Taking a stroll, you impatient fuckface." You replied, walking back to the living room.

"Warmer."

You walked back to where you had called the police, and came across multiple doors, one on your left, two on your right and one at the end of the hall.

You opened the first on your right, only for it to be an empty bathroom.

"Warmer."

The next one you opened was the one on your left, again empty.

"Warmer."

You decided to go for the one at the very end of the hall but it was empty too, only leaving one door left to open.

As you grasped the handle you let out a shaky breath, pulling it open with speed.

"Bingo." Ghostface said, ending the call as they jumped out of the cupboard, stabbing you in the stomach.

"Ah! Fuck!" You yelled, holding your stomach as you fell to the floor, the ghostface standing over you menacingly.

The Ghostface tilted their head to the side, preparing the knife in their hand to bring it down onto your body.

Gale, from the other room, heard your scream and rushed towards you. Stopping in her tracks seeing the Ghostface next to you.

The Ghostface turned their head towards Gale, tilting to the side slightly, looking backwards and forwards from you and Gale.

Their shoulders sagged, shaking their head as they looked down at your body before speeding their way over to Gale, leaving you to bleed out on the floor.

"Gale." You shouted weakly, desperately trying to stop the bleeding from your abdomen.

If being stabbed once in one day wasn't bad enough, it just had to happen again. You could hear things crashing in the kitchen along with Gale's attempt to keep the Ghostface away from her.

Using all of your strength, you opened a door that led you to Gale's bedroom. You pulled yourself along the floor and situated yourself in her walk-in closet.

You let yourself breathe for a moment, looking down at your wound when you let out a small grunt as you applied more pressure, your head slowly starting to become dizzy as you felt your eyelids drooping.

All of a sudden, the heavy breaths of Gale became closer, the woman running into her walk-in closet and slamming the door behind her, making sure it was locked.

"Oh God, Y/n!" Gale said worriedly, rushing over to you, applying pressure on your wound.

"I'm fine, Gale." You said, struggling to form a sentence as you looked over to the door where the Ghostface pounded on it relentlessly.

"No you're not! Oh God! You have to stay with me!"

"Gale, deal with the Ghostface, I promise I'm fine, I just need to catch my breath." You said, placing a hand over hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Gale gave you a reluctant nod before getting up and opening up a cupboard where inside was a case containing her gun. The case had a lock on it, causing Gale to try a few times before she could finally open it.

Once she had the gun out of the box, she shot towards the door and at the Ghostface and it all went quiet.

"How's that for nostalgia, fucker!" Gale shouted, tightening her grip on the gun.

Letting out heavy breaths, you finally thought you were safe but you should've known that the Ghostface wouldn't have given up that easily. The sound of a phone ringing causes both you and Gale to jump.

The older woman looked to her side, where the phone sat, right next to a picture of her and Dewey. Keeping her gun facing the door, she walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"You missed."

"Sure I did." Gale replied sarcastically.

"You win, I'm in the elevator heading for the ground floor."

"Sure you are." Gale scoffed, making her way towards the door shooting at it once again.

"Maybe you did hit me. Maybe I'm wounded. Or maybe I'm wearing a bulletproof vest."

"That's why I'm going to shoot you in the fucking head!" Gale shouted, opening the door.

"Gale no!" You yelled, finding some strength in you to pull you up to your feet. You held onto the wall, walking slowly after Gale, watching as she made her way back into the living room.

"You would've made a good killer Gale. Sidney would never have made sense and Dewey was a fan favourite but you cracking under the pressure and turning into Ghostface would've been a great twist."

"Keep talking, asshole." Gale said, manoeuvring further into the living room. You couldn't keep up with her, having to lean your back against the wall to catch your breath.

"Mhm, sure." They chuckled. "What do you wanna talk about? You never got to be the leading lady, did you? It was always about poor sweet Sidney sucking up all the oxygen and what did that leave you to be?"

"The brains and the sex appeal." Gale deadpanned.

"Sorry for stabbing y/n. Being through all this twice didn't help much."

"It sure didn't."

The Ghostface didn't reply, not with words, they just laughed over the phone.

"Can you hold please?" Gale asked rhetorically.

"What?"

Gale took the phone away from her ear, dialling her home number causing a phone to ring in another room. Gale turned around fast, shooting at where the noise came from which was soon followed by a groan and a thump.

The ringing continued as she made her way to the door but as she went to open the door, the Ghostface jumped out and stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to shoot them but they knocked her gun from her hand.

Hearing Gale let out a guttering scream, you pushed yourself off the wall and made your way to her as quickly as you could.

You rounded the corner and saw Gale sitting on the floor, her back to a wall as the Ghostface plunged their knife into her side, just like they did to you.

"Gale!" You said, walking over to her but you were weak, your legs giving out underneath you causing you to tumble to the floor. "Fuck!"

Gale had managed to push the Ghostface off her and she tried to make a run for it but they were hot on her tail. She Smacked a vase over their head, but they still got up.

She ran around her living room, desperately trying to get away but the Ghostface caught up to her. Before they could stab her, Gale flipped them over her shoulder and they smashed into her coffee table. The Ghostface knocked out cold.

Gale looked to her side, seeing you struggle to get to your feet. She made her way towards you and the two of you met in the middle. You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling as Gale sat on her knees applying pressure to your wound.

"You promised me." Gale sobbed, watching as blood slipped through her fingers. "You promised me you were fine!"

"I am." You reassured. "I am, now go finish the job."

"You better be awake by the time I get back." Gale said, looking intently into your eyes.

"I will, I'm coming to live with you, remember?"

"Do not close your eyes!" Gale said, crawling away from you and back to the Ghostface.

She picked up their knife, looking back at you once before she brought it down onto the Ghostface. However, before she could make contact, the Ghostface picked up a shard of glass and stabbed it into her abdomen.

You heard Gale let out a low groan but you couldn't move, a lone tear falling from the corner of your eye.

The Ghostface took back their knife and went to push it onto Gale's head but she used all the strength she had left and held the knife away.

"Fuck you!" Gale whispered tiredly.

When you thought the Ghostface was going to kill her, you heard Sam and Tara run into the apartment.

"Hey, fuckface!" Sam shouted, picking up Gale's gun and shooting it at the Ghostface.

The masked killer quickly got up and ran away, dodging bullets that were firing their way.

"Gale!" Tara exclaimed, rushing over to the woman, Sam following quickly after.

"Shit! Gale!" Sam said, placing pressure on Gale's wound causing her to groan. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I should've known he was going to come after you, I'm so sorry."

"He didn't get me. Tell Sidney, he never got me."

"Hey, no you've got to stay awake." Sam said, watching as Gale slowly closed her eyes.

"Y/n." Gale said, fighting to stay awake but she finally let her eyes drop and sleep overcome her.

"Gale! No, Gale!" Sam exclaimed.

"Shit!" Tara panicked, looking around her. "Where's y/n?"

Tara spotted you behind a chair, blood pooling all around you as you didn't move.

"Y/n!" Tara shouted, rushing over to you. "No, no, no, no. Please stay awake. Please."

"They've got terrible aim." You croaked, a small smile forming on your face as you placed a hand over Tara's.

"I'm sorry, God I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Tara cried, trying to stop the bleeding from your stomach as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"It's okay." You grunted as Tara applied more pressure. "Maybe this proves that I'm not the killer."

"Even when you're dying, you still annoy me."

"You love me." You smirked. "Even if you won't admit it to me yet, I know you do."

"I should've believed you." Tara said, crying even harder. "I do, I do believe you now. I promise, now you've got to stay awake, okay? You've got to."

You heard the elevator ding, two paramedics rushing into Gale's apartment. One going to Gale the other over to you.

"Out of the way." The paramedics said to Tara and Sam.

"No!" Tara shouted, trying to stay as close to you as possible and Sam did the same thing with Gale.

You placed your hand on Tara's arm giving her a look. She shook her head, tears flowing even faster now but you persisted and she eventually gave in.

Tara walked over to her sister, the older girl pulling her into her arms as the two of them watched as the paramedics tended to you and Gale.

"Checking." One paramedic said, putting two fingers to Gales' pulse point. "We've got a weak pulse. Get the back board, we need to move now."

Sam let out a teary sigh, nodding her head finally calm knowing that Gale was okay but then her attention turned to you.

Tara couldn't seem to keep her eyes off you, afraid that if she did you wouldn't make it.

You weren't sure what happened next. One moment police officers and paramedics were rushing into Gale's apartment and then the next- well, you didn't know.

Everything was black.