Infinity Son / Reaper fanfiction Adam Silvera

Four !

baby freddie had been instructed to take hold of bright, and like the good boy he was he snaked his arm around his shoulder to press a blade against brighton's exposed throat.

"fucker," brighton spat, not taking his eyes off the traitor he couldn't believe he had trusted despite the bad feeling he had given him all along.

if he had been smarter, maybe he could've avoided all this by resting his case on the notion that wyatt was a creep and just a creep and there was none useful coming out of a creep so the best thing to do with them was to get them off your case.

but really, the alcohol had been to blame because it lead him to be reckless with the drugs they had left open on the party table, ready for anyone that passed it to consume. regardless where the blame was correctly put, ultimately it was too late.

"what comes around goes around, ted." wyatt said with a pitying look. "i'm afraid you aren't spared from such word of phrase like this one either..."

"oh," brighton chuckled up, which seemed to rub the scrawny of the bunch the wrong way. "you want to step in my footsteps then? i mean i know i'm great and all, social media legend, The Infinity Saviour, but you don't have to be so obsessed with me man."

brighton was somewhat aware how risky taunting him so openly like that was but if the next minutes would be the last ones he'd be alive in, then he wanted to at least have the last word. he of all people wouldn't just go out without a fight. he was brighton of goddamn new york after all. the brighton. and no one else because they all faded like pissy pastels in comparison to him.

"Infinity serial killer maybe." wyatt indulged into a moment of creativity before he went on, said "whatever," and called up the boy in the back with one simple instruction: "End him."