Muted Treasure

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            A loud bang rang through the middle of the forest where four individuals stood. Staring at the man who held the hun proud, proud of finally finishing off what he was meant to do. To make his lost lover finally rest in peace, so if the last breath escaped from his lungs in that moment he'd be satisfied. Satisfied of killing the person he's been planning to murder since the day he stood over his beloved's casket. Thinking and plotting that one day, just one day that the son of a bitch would rue the day he fucked with him. Fucked with their future, fucked with the love of his life.

            The white haired male stood there in shock, watching as the taller male fell down bleeding from the middle of his skull. Planting a small pea sized bullet between his eyes. Jessie felt happy finally, watching as Zarkon bled out in the middle of the woods. The dingy place looking like the a nineteen eighty's horror movie, but the place felt damp and cold. It matched the scene that took place right in front of the remaining three. Jessie aimed his gun towards Lotor, glaring at him with full hatred.

    "What the fuck Jessie??" Lotor roared, balling his fists up in a ball. Shaking from anger, grinding his teeth.

    "Shut the fuck up Lotor, Daddy's dead so what now? Gonna continue being his bitch even though he's dead or are you gonna grow a pair?!" Jessie shouted, head raised high. Feeling unfazed that he just killed another person, Lance pressed against the tree watching Zarkon's corpse. Like he was waiting for the purple suited man to rise from the dead and kill them all.

    "You were supposed to kill Lance, not my father. What have you done?! Do you not know how much shit this is going to stir?!" Lotor said, putting a hand through his hair and tugged in frustration. He started pacing back and forth, forgetting about the black pistol Jessie was aiming at him.

            Sirens echoed through the woods, Jessie smirking at the freaked out Lotor. The sound of police cars filled the forest coming towards them fast, Lotor went to turn around and run. But Jessie acted and shot him in his legs, Lotor falling down to the ground in pain. Men and women came in and arrested Lotor, keeping him on the ground. Lance watched everything that went down, not knowing what was happening. Was he saved? Lance looked over at Jessie to see a woman cuffing Jessie.

    "Wait no! He saved me, please! Don't arrest him! Let him go!" Lance shouted lunging towards the woman, two male cops held Lance back as the woman led Jessie away. The male looked back at the blue eyed boy and smiled softly, his eyes turning soft.

    "See you later blue eyes." Jessie smiled, Lance watched as the woman took him away. His stomach dropped thinking of the possible things they'd do to him. He knew a part of him should've hated the raven haired male at the moment, but he knew the anger he held towards the people that killed his parents were long gone. He needed to let go, the past was in the past. He didn't wanna suffer anymore, he didn't want the past to control and consume. Lance made a shaky smile back, watching them walk further into the woods.

            Lance heard shouting at his right, he looked over to see Blake running towards him at full speed. The short woman bounced on Lance, almost making him fall over. She cried  loudly as Justin walked over and pulled him into a warm embrace. Blake pulled back and started examining his face and around his body.

    "Are you hurt? Are you ok? What happened, dear god Lance." Blake sobbed, she smacked him on the back on the head and pulled his head to her shoulder. "Don't scare me like that, I thought I lost my only child." Blake cried, Justin rubbed her back and kept them close, Lance could only imagine how tough this was for them.

    "I'm sorry." Lance said, Justin scooped Lance's face into his large palms and smiled at the boy. He shook his head and just kept Lance's face in his hands.

    "You have no reason to be sorry, we were so worried. Everyone was worried about you Lance, I thought I lost my son." Justin said, his voice was shaky. He'd never seen a man cry, not someone like Justin that is. Justin was the manliness person he knew, he never seen him so upset. It broke Lance's heart to see his dad so upset over him, the Cuban boy brought his parents close.

    "Can we go home now?" Lance asked, Blake backed up with Justin's arm around her waist. She nodded and pulled them over to the police cars close by, the policeman nodded and opened the car door for them to get inside. He could only hope after this will get better.
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Word count: 866

Sorry for being so short, but it needed to be for the next- and last- chapter. Thanks for the endless support, wouldn't do this without you lovely psychopaths.