Point Of No Return ~Chapter Seven
Title: Point Of No Return
Rating: Uh...idk its kinda a horror story so there's not anything really sexual in it or anything c:
POV: Spencer's
Disclaimer: Never real, never happened blah blah blah
Summary: When the boys witness a murder, they become the targets...
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH IN THIS SCENE
Chapter seven
Ryan lies motionless in Brendon’s arms, his face wet with his and Brendon’s tears.
“You killed him,” Jon whispers. “You actually killed him...”
Chuck turns around and smirks at him. “You’re next, my friend.”
I let out a choked “No,” and grab Jon’s hand. “Please, no.”
“When you looked down the alley, your fate was sealed. You have to die, or I’m going to prison, and trust me, the latter is not going to happen.” He clutches the knife, blood dripping off of the blade.
Brendon is still crying behind him. He is resting his head against Ryan’s and his face is buried in the dead boy’s hair, his finger stroking it. “You shouldn’t have done that...Ryan, why did you save me?” He whispers to the body in his arms.
“He can’t hear you,” Chuck says bluntly. “He’s dead.”
Brendon wails again, as though the reminder has revived the memory of the past few minutes. My stomach feels tight and I squeeze Jon’s hand even tighter.
“Please,” Jon whispers. “Don’t kill Spencer and Brendon.”
“I’m afraid I can’t agree to that.” Chuck Snarls, stepping towards Jon, still wielding the knife. I keep a tight grasp on Jon’s hand as I close my eyes and wipe the salty tears away with the back on my other hand. I hear a gasp and open my eyes.
Jon is standing, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. I look down at chuck’s hand. It is clenched around the knife which is embedded in Jon’s stomach. I let out a cry and Jon’s grip loosens on my hand. He falls backwards and I catch him. I pull him into me as Brendon did with Ryan.
I whimper, tears streaming, leaving a damp patch on Jon’s t-shirt. I am shaking almost as much as Jon is, and I look at the blood-stained knife protruding from Jon’s torso.
Chuck leans down and thrusts the knife from Jon’s body, allowing the blood to spill like a fountain from his the dying boy’s stomach.
“Why...why did you kill him?” I look up at him, blurry eyed from the tears. “He didn’t do anything, why did you kill him.”
“The same reason I killed the other boy. The same reason that I’m going to kill both of you, too.” Chuck glares at me, and then at Brendon.
I whimper and look back down at the boy lying in my arms. “Spencer...” He shivers, looking up at me with all of his strength.
“Yes...” I sniff, taking in his beautiful face for what looks to be the last time.
“...I love you so much...this isn’t your fault...don’t blame yourself...” He chokes out, before his eyes flutter shut.
“Jon...Jon, no...” I cry, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.
“He’s dead too.” Chuck grunts.
I look up at the murderer and glare at him. “You did this. This is all your fault. Why did you do this to us?”
“Why do you all have to be so sentimental?” He snorts, turning to Brendon. “You.” He looks at the dark-haired boy who is still crying on the floor.
Brendon looks up, his face stained with tears. “What do you want?” He snaps, his voice small and broken.
“Your life, before you take mine.” He kicks Ryan’s limp body off of Brendon and grabs a handful of his thick hair, lifting him to his feet. Brendon lets out a cry of pain and looks the man dead in the eye.
“Leave him alone!” I shout at him, still clutching Jon’s limp, cold hand.
He turns around quickly, looking me straight in the eyes. “You’re next.”
I look back at Jon’s pale face. I can’t believe that this is happening. An hour or so ago, the boy who is about to be murdered was dancing around singing Walking On Sunshine.
I look up and see Chuck Hurst, notorious serial killer, plunging a blade into one Brendon Urie.
The boy falls to his knees, clutching his stomach. He falls to the side, landing next to Ryan. I gently slide Jon off of me, and crawl over to Brendon.
“Jesus Christ, Brendon...I wish I could help you...” I sob.
“It’s ok...” He whispers. “I’m going to be with Ryan again...its ok...” His blood is staining my knees and spreading across his t-shirt.
I sob and hold his head in my hands. “Brendon, I’m sorry...” I whisper, but it’s too late. He lies motionless before me, and I stroke his hair.
I hear movement behind me, and the sinister voice.
“Your turn.”
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter eight
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Oh, you lucky people! Two posts in one night!!
Anyway...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT HATE ME!
Hope people are still reading this, I'm really enjoying writing this fic, and the people who have backed me have been amazing.
Thanks so much for sticking by me,
~Angela
Rating: Uh...idk its kinda a horror story so there's not anything really sexual in it or anything c:
POV: Spencer's
Disclaimer: Never real, never happened blah blah blah
Summary: When the boys witness a murder, they become the targets...
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH IN THIS SCENE
Chapter seven
Ryan lies motionless in Brendon’s arms, his face wet with his and Brendon’s tears.
“You killed him,” Jon whispers. “You actually killed him...”
Chuck turns around and smirks at him. “You’re next, my friend.”
I let out a choked “No,” and grab Jon’s hand. “Please, no.”
“When you looked down the alley, your fate was sealed. You have to die, or I’m going to prison, and trust me, the latter is not going to happen.” He clutches the knife, blood dripping off of the blade.
Brendon is still crying behind him. He is resting his head against Ryan’s and his face is buried in the dead boy’s hair, his finger stroking it. “You shouldn’t have done that...Ryan, why did you save me?” He whispers to the body in his arms.
“He can’t hear you,” Chuck says bluntly. “He’s dead.”
Brendon wails again, as though the reminder has revived the memory of the past few minutes. My stomach feels tight and I squeeze Jon’s hand even tighter.
“Please,” Jon whispers. “Don’t kill Spencer and Brendon.”
“I’m afraid I can’t agree to that.” Chuck Snarls, stepping towards Jon, still wielding the knife. I keep a tight grasp on Jon’s hand as I close my eyes and wipe the salty tears away with the back on my other hand. I hear a gasp and open my eyes.
Jon is standing, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. I look down at chuck’s hand. It is clenched around the knife which is embedded in Jon’s stomach. I let out a cry and Jon’s grip loosens on my hand. He falls backwards and I catch him. I pull him into me as Brendon did with Ryan.
I whimper, tears streaming, leaving a damp patch on Jon’s t-shirt. I am shaking almost as much as Jon is, and I look at the blood-stained knife protruding from Jon’s torso.
Chuck leans down and thrusts the knife from Jon’s body, allowing the blood to spill like a fountain from his the dying boy’s stomach.
“Why...why did you kill him?” I look up at him, blurry eyed from the tears. “He didn’t do anything, why did you kill him.”
“The same reason I killed the other boy. The same reason that I’m going to kill both of you, too.” Chuck glares at me, and then at Brendon.
I whimper and look back down at the boy lying in my arms. “Spencer...” He shivers, looking up at me with all of his strength.
“Yes...” I sniff, taking in his beautiful face for what looks to be the last time.
“...I love you so much...this isn’t your fault...don’t blame yourself...” He chokes out, before his eyes flutter shut.
“Jon...Jon, no...” I cry, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.
“He’s dead too.” Chuck grunts.
I look up at the murderer and glare at him. “You did this. This is all your fault. Why did you do this to us?”
“Why do you all have to be so sentimental?” He snorts, turning to Brendon. “You.” He looks at the dark-haired boy who is still crying on the floor.
Brendon looks up, his face stained with tears. “What do you want?” He snaps, his voice small and broken.
“Your life, before you take mine.” He kicks Ryan’s limp body off of Brendon and grabs a handful of his thick hair, lifting him to his feet. Brendon lets out a cry of pain and looks the man dead in the eye.
“Leave him alone!” I shout at him, still clutching Jon’s limp, cold hand.
He turns around quickly, looking me straight in the eyes. “You’re next.”
I look back at Jon’s pale face. I can’t believe that this is happening. An hour or so ago, the boy who is about to be murdered was dancing around singing Walking On Sunshine.
I look up and see Chuck Hurst, notorious serial killer, plunging a blade into one Brendon Urie.
The boy falls to his knees, clutching his stomach. He falls to the side, landing next to Ryan. I gently slide Jon off of me, and crawl over to Brendon.
“Jesus Christ, Brendon...I wish I could help you...” I sob.
“It’s ok...” He whispers. “I’m going to be with Ryan again...its ok...” His blood is staining my knees and spreading across his t-shirt.
I sob and hold his head in my hands. “Brendon, I’m sorry...” I whisper, but it’s too late. He lies motionless before me, and I stroke his hair.
I hear movement behind me, and the sinister voice.
“Your turn.”
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter eight
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, you lucky people! Two posts in one night!!
Anyway...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT HATE ME!
Hope people are still reading this, I'm really enjoying writing this fic, and the people who have backed me have been amazing.
Thanks so much for sticking by me,
~Angela