[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/4f60b339dabe1d46dc6dbf9e895cf640/tumblr_mkdoxzF74U1ru4sfro1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Haunted House[/center][hr][hr]Did Tuesday want to be a hero? Not really. She never fancied herself as going in to save the day. She never imagined herself as leaving the haunted house to cheers and applause, to television interviews and movie deals that would secure her financially for the rest of her life. Helping Marc wasn't about being a hero--it was about not being a dick to her friend. Marc didn't deserve to die in there. 

But perhaps she did. And in that way, Tuesday was powerful. She didn't expect or care if she left the haunted house. Chris' terror from earlier had almost had a numbing effect on her. And with his arm snaked around her neck, and his gun pressing into her rib cage, she felt her heart beating frantically. But Tuesday herself wasn't afraid. 

[color=ff6600]"Yeah, about that, asshat,"[/color] Tuesday said, rolling her eyes. [color=ff6600]"I'm not here to be the hero--and I'm no fucking damsel in distress. You shoot me, Marc shoots you. You don't shoot me, you go to prison, and they fry your brains in the chair. Just a matter of when you're choosing to die, sicko. Kill me if you think that'll make you feel something on the inside. Not even [i]heroin[/i] could do that, trust me, I've bloody tried."[/color]

She nodded at Marc, glancing Riley out of the corner of her eye, but she continued to gaze forward. Her sister didn't need to have her blood spilled either. And this was it, Tuesday knew that this was the way it would have to be. She'd have to take herself out of the equation. [color=ff6600]"Marc, I'm not saying this to be brave or anything. You hear me?"[/color] Her heart was still pounding, but Tuesday hardly paid it any attention. 

Impending death was a surprisingly calm sensation, she found. [color=ff6600]"Oh, and Chris? Your movies are [i]shit.[/i] The slop they serve in prison would look better on the silver screen than your work. Hell's probably just a rerun of your greatest films--and by great, I mean fucking painful. No wonder you're a serial killer now--but hey, no one gives a fuck about your work still. Isn't that just peachy?"[/color]

If she couldn't go out with class, well, she'd at least go out with [i]sass.[/i]