Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Allor watched them leave. "Jor, we have to help them."

Jorgen growled. "You are not going to do anything." he reminded Allor.

Allor sighed. The whole time Derek hadn't noticed that Jorgen's unharmed arm was behind her back. He didn't know Jorgen had her at gun point.

"We're getting out of here." Jorgen said standing. He shoved Allor up first though, not caring about her leg.

Derek trudged through the waist-deep snow for what seemed like an eternity, until he found a snowboard half buried in the ground. He cringed as he found a body, frozen stiff, also half buried. Gritting his teeth, he dug a good size hole in the rock hard ground, shoved it in, and covered it up. Then he pulled the snowboard out, threw it on the ground, and rode it to the base of the mountain.

There derek saw Jorgen's Camera half buried itself. It was still running.

((like a video camera?))

"What the hell," Derek said under his breath, picking the device up from the ground.

(Yeah, the one he had at the party.)

As derek played back the video tape he saw Jorgen shoot the woman that shot him then he turned around and shot Allor.

Derek just stood there for a minute, gaping. He kept watching to see if there was anything else on the tape.

It showed Jorgen using the gun and forcing Allor to drive them back. Obviously he didn't know his camera was on and that he dropped him.

Derek blinked and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Allor fell down the hill rolling to a stop at Derek's feet. She put her hand to her ribs where she had been stabbed. "Don't move!" came jorgen's command.

"How can you do it, man? How can you shoot people like that?", Derek said quietly. Without waiting for a response, he lunged and tackled the much larger Jorgen into the ground, smashing him over the head with the camera.

Allor looked at them fighting. "Derek, be careful."

Jorgen struggled the camera had cut him and he was bleeding, but like all head wounds it looked worse than what it was.

Derek screamed something at Jorgen, but it was barely comprehensible. After grappling with him for a while, he managed to get the gun, and he held it to Jorgen's head.

Jorgen froze. He knew if he moved Derek would shoot him.
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Allor layed there barely conscious. She had already lost a substantal amount of blood and now she was bleeding again.

Derek considered shooting him, but changed his mind, spun the gun around, and smacked Jorgen on the temple with it as hard as he could to knock him unconscious. He didn't want to kill him just yet. When he was sure Jorgen wasn't moving, he crawled over to Allor.

Allor's eyes slowly started to drift close.

Derek gently stroked the back of her head with one hand. Looking down at her side, he moved her hand away from where she was holding a deep gash. He swallowed hard. This didn't look good.

Allor smiled at Derek. "Don't leave me." she whispered.

Derek swallowed hard, inching his hand down Allor's side until it found the deep gash between her ribs. He half carried, half dragged her inside the small building. He grabbed the roll of gauze from the couch, just as a pair of figures appeared at the door. The first was Jorgen, painfully holding his injured head. The second had him at gunpoint, a grimace on his face. Derek grabbed the gun and was about to shoot, when the other held up his hand. He explained that he was Nikolai's son and that he had been sent to see if they were alright.

Allor groaned. "Does it look like we're okay." she whispered.