It's Just The End Of The World.
Title: It’s Just The End Of The World.
Author:
silhouettes_die
Rating: PG/PG-13ish?
Pairing: UrieValdez
POV: Shane
Summary: However, he was innocent in a way, different from all the other past humans Shane encountered, who had walked around as if they were an “Other”, thoughts black and grey from seeing the bad and giving up on living.
Disclaimer: I’m sorry if you sneeze, after all this is bullshit.
Warnings: Um, I don’t really think there is any. Unless thinking of the human race getting wiped out, freaks you out then that’s about it.
Author Notes: This is the result of watching The History Channel at two o’clock in the morning when I can’t sleep. Title Credit: Nine In The Afternoon - Panic At The Disco.
Beta: Veronica, my wonderful and amazing best friend.
His stomach churned as the moldy and rotten smell of the home entered his nose; the home looked as if it had been abandoned for years. Paint was slowly curling away from the wall because of the intense heat. The family pictures however were still in tact. Their bright eyes and smiles mocking him as he walked down the hallway quietly. He had seen footprints on the dirt walkway and wasn’t sure if the intruder had left. The small hand gun in his pocket seemed to gain weight as a noise came from the kitchen; he had never used his gun before and the thought of using it in someone else’s home made his blood run cold. The noise increased as he stepped closer to the doorway fingers grabbing tightly to it in his grip, ignoring the way the gun was burning his hands as if it was acid.
He never wanted to commit murder. Even if it was an “Other,” he ran or hid until they passed. He wanted to live the rest of his life, even though it might turn out to be short, clean without blood on his hands but he needed food. The survival instinct had now kicked in, smothering his guilty conscious. He knew that if he had to kill whatever was in the kitchen he wouldn’t even think twice about it, if it meant he would be able to survive another day.
With a shaky, nervous, breath, he stepped into the kitchen, gun raised and cocked. The figure froze, when hearing the gun’s cylinder rotate, and slowly raised its arms over its head, visible to show that that it was harmless. There was no doubt in his mind that this was a “Sane,” and his mind was still working perfectly. He had finally found another human. The figure coughed lightly, as if to remind him that someone else was in the small kitchen, somewhat sounding impatient of the silence. He slowly lowered his gun but only slightly, he didn’t know if this person could be trusted, he didn’t want to face another Regan.
“Are you alright?” the sane stranger asked, after hearing him let out a strangled sob.
“I’m fine,” he grunted, it still hurt to think about her. “Turn around so I can see you,”
The stranger complied, he was somewhat shocked to seer it was a male, his voice had sounded male but his apple bottom, had made him think second thoughts about the stranger being male. His eyes scanned the stranger, taking in his chocolate brown eyes, dark brown almost black hair, and full lips. Something twisted in his stomach upon seeing how skinny the stranger was, he looked like a mess.
“I didn’t want to steal,”
“So you rather die?” he asked, pulling his eyes away from the strangers’ face, eyebrows raised.
The stranger looked down, biting his chapped lips. He immediately felt bad about asking, and sighed putting his gun back in his pocket. The stranger looked back up confused with his action but said nothing before smiling slightly.
“I’m Brendon,”
He stared, wondering if that was his real name but with the huge grin now on
“Brendon’s” face, he didn’t doubt it.
“Shane,”
~*~
He really doesn’t know how he ended up in Brendon’s purple mini-van, watching as the boy talked a mile a minute about everything from the music he liked to about how he had gotten the Love Machine, which was the purple vans name. He also sadly reported to Shane, that the Love Machine had not yet gotten its virginity taken and was still an innocent sex free van. By then Shane figured Brendon liked to hide nothing and had no shame whatsoever.
However, he was innocent in a way, different from all the other past humans Shane encountered, who had walked around as if they were an “Other”, thoughts black and grey from seeing the bad and giving up on living. Shane could say, Brendon could be considered a breath of fresh air, though he could also be nuts. As Brendon suddenly moved the conversation about the differences between Red Bull and Monster, a thud made the car shake making both boys jump in their seats.
“Oh God, I think I ran over something,”
“Don’t stop the car,” Shane growled, as he quickly grabbed his gun.
“I have to Shane! I might have run over someone,” Brendon cried, sounding panicked his hands shaking on the wheel.
“Brendon trust me, you can’t stop-”
All of a sudden a high pitched scream shook the windows, Shane’s side slammed into the passenger door as Brendon swerved sharply a stream of curses leaving his lips.
“What was that?” Brendon yelled, his whole body shaking now.
“It was an Other,” Shane whispered, trying to stay calm. I guess you ran over it,”
“That’s good then, at least it wasn’t human,” Brendon said, letting out a shaky breath.
Shane chose to ignore the fact they were gaining speed.
~*~
Brendon ran up the stairs talking about the apartment he managed to find, which was filled with food and had working water and heat, thanks to the solar panels on the roof. Shane was actually impressed a person like Brendon had managed to live this long all by himself; but than again even though he seemed bouncy and hyper on the outside, he seemed to have an amazing amount of courage. Shane remembered the first time he had hurt an Other, he had feel into depression for believing that he had murdered another human being.
Though after many encounters with Others, he knew they were different then what humans were supposed to behave. They felt pain in different standards, while a regular human would have most likely died after getting run over by a car, an Other only felt the pain as if it got slapped. Shane at first had considered them “super-humans,” but after living with them for a great amount of time, he had come to see they had the mental capacity of a five-year-old.
“This is the bedroom,”
“What?” Shane asked, snapping out of his mind and reappearing back in Earth.
“I just gave you a tour of the house,” he replied slowly, staring at Shane with concern.
“Are you okay? You look a little pale?”
“Yeah I’m just fine,”
~*~
He really couldn’t believe it had already been a month since he’d meet Brendon. The most surprising fact was that Shane didn’t even try to leave the younger boy. Though he would never admit it out loud, Shane had grown used to Brendon being draped on top of him since the boy knew nothing of personal space, and maybe Shane was also glad he didn’t have to be alone anymore. Shane turned his head to face Brendon, who lay next to him on the brown, dry, grass, staring up at the pink and orange sky.
“Were you always alone?”
Brendon’s head slowly rolled and turned to face Shane, his eyes covered with old sunglasses. “Do you mean, if I traveled with someone?”
“Yeah, well kind of, I guess I’m asking if you were always alone,”
“Oh, then no. I used to live with a kid named Ryan along with his friend Peter. They were nice until they got infected, what about you? Were you always the Lone Ranger?”
“No, I used to travel with a girl,” Shane answered, feeling his eyes burn.
“You don’t have to talk about her anymore,” Brendon whispered, sliding the sunglasses off his face to show concerned filled eyes.
“No it fine, I’m going to have to tell someone and I’d rather it be someone I trust,”
Brendon stared silently, studying Shane’s face slowly before nodding his head telling him to continue.
“Regan and I were going out before this whole thing happened, we were high school sweethearts. I thought I knew everything about her, but then when the disease broke out I noticed at night she would disappear and wouldn’t come back until the next afternoon. After a few months, I had found out she had been one of the many people stealing from stores and selling the items for money,”
“What happened? Did you guys break up?”
“No, I was still too naïve believing she would stop, but she never did. No matter how many times I’d make her promise, she would go behind my back and sneak off. I got so fed up, one night after she left I packed up all of my things and left. Soon after that, I heard she got infected, I never went to visit her I didn’t even go to her funeral,”
“Do you blame yourself Shane?” Brendon asked, shifting closer. “You really shouldn’t, I’m not saying she deserved it but she shouldn’t have hurt someone like you,”
“Why’s that? Is it because I’m so naïve?”
“No,” Brendon sighed, sounding annoyed. “Your too trusting and give out your love easily, but that’s why I keep you around,”
“Are you sure it isn’t for my good looks?”
“That too,” Brendon grinned, then went back to stare at the sky.
~*~
Shane grumbled, as cold hand grabbed his arm tightly as a worried voice whispered in his ears. Shane knew it had to be Brendon, but he also knew he was probably over-reacting over something such as the wind. It had happened before and Shane really didn’t feel like dealing with getting up over nothing, but as Brendon continued to shake him, Shane had no other choice but to open his eyes.
“Thank God, I think someone is in the apartment,”
“Brendon there is no way,” Shane paused, when the faint noise of shuffling came from the living room. “Give me my gun,”
Brendon wordlessly leaned behind him and pulled out the handgun from the night-table, Shane silently stood cocking the gun as he made his way to the doorway. Just as he was about to open the door, Brendon’s cold hand landed on his shoulder letting him know he wasn’t alone. Shane slowly opened the door, and quietly walked into the hallway towards the living room with Brendon following silently behind. Before Shane could even utter a word, the figure slowly turned around eyebrows raised, as if he was amused of this situation.
“Hey, um I didn’t know anybody was here,”
“How did you get in here?” Shane growled, raising his gun up.
“The door was unlocked,” the man answered, eyeing the handgun. “I figured some humans might be in here,”
“Are you a cannibal?” Brendon squeaked, hiding himself behind Shane.
“What? No, of course not! That’s just gross,” the man answered, his nose crinkled up in disgust. “I’m recruiting,”
“Recruiting for what?” Shane asked, shifting so his body covered Brendon.
“For the rest of the humans, the ones who can think,”
“How do we know your not lying?”
“You don’t,” the man shrugged, staring down at his flip flops. “But then again if I was a threat you would have shot me by now,”
“Shane, I think he’s telling the truth,”
“We don’t know that Brendon,”
“I want to go,” Brendon whispered, stepping away from Shane’s back. “But I don’t want to go alone,”
Shane sighed, lowering his arm as he turned to face Brendon. The younger boy was biting his lip, looking worriedly between Shane and the stranger.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Brendon answered breathlessly, a huge smile breaking on his face.
~*~
A few minutes later, Shane stood out on the sidewalk looking up at the apartment building he had briefly called his home. He could feel Brendon fidget beside him, trying to patiently wait for Shane to be done. The man, who they later found out was named Jon, was sitting in Love Machine waiting. Shane didn’t even flinch, when Brendon’s hand lightly grabbed his, giving it a tight squeeze reminding him, that he would never be alone.
“You think we’re going to make it out all right?” Brendon asked, following as Shane lead him towards the purple van.
“I think we’re going to be just fine.”
Author:
silhouettes_die
Rating: PG/PG-13ish?
Pairing: UrieValdez
POV: Shane
Summary: However, he was innocent in a way, different from all the other past humans Shane encountered, who had walked around as if they were an “Other”, thoughts black and grey from seeing the bad and giving up on living.
Disclaimer: I’m sorry if you sneeze, after all this is bullshit.
Warnings: Um, I don’t really think there is any. Unless thinking of the human race getting wiped out, freaks you out then that’s about it.
Author Notes: This is the result of watching The History Channel at two o’clock in the morning when I can’t sleep. Title Credit: Nine In The Afternoon - Panic At The Disco.
Beta: Veronica, my wonderful and amazing best friend.
His stomach churned as the moldy and rotten smell of the home entered his nose; the home looked as if it had been abandoned for years. Paint was slowly curling away from the wall because of the intense heat. The family pictures however were still in tact. Their bright eyes and smiles mocking him as he walked down the hallway quietly. He had seen footprints on the dirt walkway and wasn’t sure if the intruder had left. The small hand gun in his pocket seemed to gain weight as a noise came from the kitchen; he had never used his gun before and the thought of using it in someone else’s home made his blood run cold. The noise increased as he stepped closer to the doorway fingers grabbing tightly to it in his grip, ignoring the way the gun was burning his hands as if it was acid.
He never wanted to commit murder. Even if it was an “Other,” he ran or hid until they passed. He wanted to live the rest of his life, even though it might turn out to be short, clean without blood on his hands but he needed food. The survival instinct had now kicked in, smothering his guilty conscious. He knew that if he had to kill whatever was in the kitchen he wouldn’t even think twice about it, if it meant he would be able to survive another day.
With a shaky, nervous, breath, he stepped into the kitchen, gun raised and cocked. The figure froze, when hearing the gun’s cylinder rotate, and slowly raised its arms over its head, visible to show that that it was harmless. There was no doubt in his mind that this was a “Sane,” and his mind was still working perfectly. He had finally found another human. The figure coughed lightly, as if to remind him that someone else was in the small kitchen, somewhat sounding impatient of the silence. He slowly lowered his gun but only slightly, he didn’t know if this person could be trusted, he didn’t want to face another Regan.
“Are you alright?” the sane stranger asked, after hearing him let out a strangled sob.
“I’m fine,” he grunted, it still hurt to think about her. “Turn around so I can see you,”
The stranger complied, he was somewhat shocked to seer it was a male, his voice had sounded male but his apple bottom, had made him think second thoughts about the stranger being male. His eyes scanned the stranger, taking in his chocolate brown eyes, dark brown almost black hair, and full lips. Something twisted in his stomach upon seeing how skinny the stranger was, he looked like a mess.
“I didn’t want to steal,”
“So you rather die?” he asked, pulling his eyes away from the strangers’ face, eyebrows raised.
The stranger looked down, biting his chapped lips. He immediately felt bad about asking, and sighed putting his gun back in his pocket. The stranger looked back up confused with his action but said nothing before smiling slightly.
“I’m Brendon,”
He stared, wondering if that was his real name but with the huge grin now on
“Brendon’s” face, he didn’t doubt it.
“Shane,”
~*~
He really doesn’t know how he ended up in Brendon’s purple mini-van, watching as the boy talked a mile a minute about everything from the music he liked to about how he had gotten the Love Machine, which was the purple vans name. He also sadly reported to Shane, that the Love Machine had not yet gotten its virginity taken and was still an innocent sex free van. By then Shane figured Brendon liked to hide nothing and had no shame whatsoever.
However, he was innocent in a way, different from all the other past humans Shane encountered, who had walked around as if they were an “Other”, thoughts black and grey from seeing the bad and giving up on living. Shane could say, Brendon could be considered a breath of fresh air, though he could also be nuts. As Brendon suddenly moved the conversation about the differences between Red Bull and Monster, a thud made the car shake making both boys jump in their seats.
“Oh God, I think I ran over something,”
“Don’t stop the car,” Shane growled, as he quickly grabbed his gun.
“I have to Shane! I might have run over someone,” Brendon cried, sounding panicked his hands shaking on the wheel.
“Brendon trust me, you can’t stop-”
All of a sudden a high pitched scream shook the windows, Shane’s side slammed into the passenger door as Brendon swerved sharply a stream of curses leaving his lips.
“What was that?” Brendon yelled, his whole body shaking now.
“It was an Other,” Shane whispered, trying to stay calm. I guess you ran over it,”
“That’s good then, at least it wasn’t human,” Brendon said, letting out a shaky breath.
Shane chose to ignore the fact they were gaining speed.
~*~
Brendon ran up the stairs talking about the apartment he managed to find, which was filled with food and had working water and heat, thanks to the solar panels on the roof. Shane was actually impressed a person like Brendon had managed to live this long all by himself; but than again even though he seemed bouncy and hyper on the outside, he seemed to have an amazing amount of courage. Shane remembered the first time he had hurt an Other, he had feel into depression for believing that he had murdered another human being.
Though after many encounters with Others, he knew they were different then what humans were supposed to behave. They felt pain in different standards, while a regular human would have most likely died after getting run over by a car, an Other only felt the pain as if it got slapped. Shane at first had considered them “super-humans,” but after living with them for a great amount of time, he had come to see they had the mental capacity of a five-year-old.
“This is the bedroom,”
“What?” Shane asked, snapping out of his mind and reappearing back in Earth.
“I just gave you a tour of the house,” he replied slowly, staring at Shane with concern.
“Are you okay? You look a little pale?”
“Yeah I’m just fine,”
~*~
He really couldn’t believe it had already been a month since he’d meet Brendon. The most surprising fact was that Shane didn’t even try to leave the younger boy. Though he would never admit it out loud, Shane had grown used to Brendon being draped on top of him since the boy knew nothing of personal space, and maybe Shane was also glad he didn’t have to be alone anymore. Shane turned his head to face Brendon, who lay next to him on the brown, dry, grass, staring up at the pink and orange sky.
“Were you always alone?”
Brendon’s head slowly rolled and turned to face Shane, his eyes covered with old sunglasses. “Do you mean, if I traveled with someone?”
“Yeah, well kind of, I guess I’m asking if you were always alone,”
“Oh, then no. I used to live with a kid named Ryan along with his friend Peter. They were nice until they got infected, what about you? Were you always the Lone Ranger?”
“No, I used to travel with a girl,” Shane answered, feeling his eyes burn.
“You don’t have to talk about her anymore,” Brendon whispered, sliding the sunglasses off his face to show concerned filled eyes.
“No it fine, I’m going to have to tell someone and I’d rather it be someone I trust,”
Brendon stared silently, studying Shane’s face slowly before nodding his head telling him to continue.
“Regan and I were going out before this whole thing happened, we were high school sweethearts. I thought I knew everything about her, but then when the disease broke out I noticed at night she would disappear and wouldn’t come back until the next afternoon. After a few months, I had found out she had been one of the many people stealing from stores and selling the items for money,”
“What happened? Did you guys break up?”
“No, I was still too naïve believing she would stop, but she never did. No matter how many times I’d make her promise, she would go behind my back and sneak off. I got so fed up, one night after she left I packed up all of my things and left. Soon after that, I heard she got infected, I never went to visit her I didn’t even go to her funeral,”
“Do you blame yourself Shane?” Brendon asked, shifting closer. “You really shouldn’t, I’m not saying she deserved it but she shouldn’t have hurt someone like you,”
“Why’s that? Is it because I’m so naïve?”
“No,” Brendon sighed, sounding annoyed. “Your too trusting and give out your love easily, but that’s why I keep you around,”
“Are you sure it isn’t for my good looks?”
“That too,” Brendon grinned, then went back to stare at the sky.
~*~
Shane grumbled, as cold hand grabbed his arm tightly as a worried voice whispered in his ears. Shane knew it had to be Brendon, but he also knew he was probably over-reacting over something such as the wind. It had happened before and Shane really didn’t feel like dealing with getting up over nothing, but as Brendon continued to shake him, Shane had no other choice but to open his eyes.
“Thank God, I think someone is in the apartment,”
“Brendon there is no way,” Shane paused, when the faint noise of shuffling came from the living room. “Give me my gun,”
Brendon wordlessly leaned behind him and pulled out the handgun from the night-table, Shane silently stood cocking the gun as he made his way to the doorway. Just as he was about to open the door, Brendon’s cold hand landed on his shoulder letting him know he wasn’t alone. Shane slowly opened the door, and quietly walked into the hallway towards the living room with Brendon following silently behind. Before Shane could even utter a word, the figure slowly turned around eyebrows raised, as if he was amused of this situation.
“Hey, um I didn’t know anybody was here,”
“How did you get in here?” Shane growled, raising his gun up.
“The door was unlocked,” the man answered, eyeing the handgun. “I figured some humans might be in here,”
“Are you a cannibal?” Brendon squeaked, hiding himself behind Shane.
“What? No, of course not! That’s just gross,” the man answered, his nose crinkled up in disgust. “I’m recruiting,”
“Recruiting for what?” Shane asked, shifting so his body covered Brendon.
“For the rest of the humans, the ones who can think,”
“How do we know your not lying?”
“You don’t,” the man shrugged, staring down at his flip flops. “But then again if I was a threat you would have shot me by now,”
“Shane, I think he’s telling the truth,”
“We don’t know that Brendon,”
“I want to go,” Brendon whispered, stepping away from Shane’s back. “But I don’t want to go alone,”
Shane sighed, lowering his arm as he turned to face Brendon. The younger boy was biting his lip, looking worriedly between Shane and the stranger.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Brendon answered breathlessly, a huge smile breaking on his face.
~*~
A few minutes later, Shane stood out on the sidewalk looking up at the apartment building he had briefly called his home. He could feel Brendon fidget beside him, trying to patiently wait for Shane to be done. The man, who they later found out was named Jon, was sitting in Love Machine waiting. Shane didn’t even flinch, when Brendon’s hand lightly grabbed his, giving it a tight squeeze reminding him, that he would never be alone.
“You think we’re going to make it out all right?” Brendon asked, following as Shane lead him towards the purple van.
“I think we’re going to be just fine.”