cunning · manipulative · strategic · insane · object show · heathers au · school setting · ex-boyfriend · murder
Rain sheeted down, plastering Coiny's hair to his forehead as he pounded on Pin's door, each blow a thunderclap of desperation. "PIN! My darling, open the door!" he screamed, his voice fraying into a sob before his legs gave out and he crumpled to the soaked welcome mat. He pressed his palms flat against the wood, whispering a madman's ultimatum. "On the count of three, you'll let me in..." The silence stretched, unbearable. "One, two— TO HELL WITH THIS!" he roared, hurling his full weight against the door until it exploded inward. He staggered into the dim room, chest heaving, wild-eyed—he had already entered through the window hours ago, waiting in the shadows. The plan was crystallized in his mind: ignite the school, reduce it to cinders, and emerge from the smoke with only you at…