traitor | Ziggy x Nick

3: doubt

Don't forget about me.
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Twenty One Pilots

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- Nick's pov -

"Why are we going to the funeral again?"

"Because they were our friends Will," I say as I adjust the cuffs of my black dress shirt.

"You mean your friends. Plus if the witch bitch is gonna be there I don't want in," he complains.

"We're going. Ziggy...just don't talk to her."

He pulls at his collar in the mirror one last time before I hustle him into the car and start driving to Shadyside. When we park the car outside the church, I'm surprised to see so many people waiting outside.

"We're twenty minutes early," Will says.

"Just wait in the car then. I'm going to go out. Meet me inside when it starts," I say.

Will rolls his eyes at me and I get out of the car, walking straight to the right side of the Church, wandering aimlessly hoping that I would run into a certain redhead. When I don't spot her I go to the left side and survey the area. It was nice, green grass flanking the sides and benches lining the church wall.  As I walk closer I see a head of familiar red hair, and my face lights up knowing she was alive and well. She was wearing a pair of black pants and a black blouse finished with a pair of dirty sneakers. however her eyes are closed shut. Taking more steps, I see her brows scrunch and her expression turns sour.

I knew that face all too well. She was fighting someone in her head, the trauma of the massacre was haunting her, and she couldn't escape. I take a step forward, wanting to apologise for never visiting since that night. I couldn't bear saying I was sorry and acting innocent despite my hand in Tommy's demise.

Officer Kapinski had also dropped in a week ago to update my family on the case, saying he'd just interviewed her, and she believed it was Sarah Fier. And as he told us, I zoned out, knowing I had covered my ass by saying that Shadysiders went crazy as usual. She's surely found out by now. I wanted to tell her everything, but my father had been clear. If I ever told anyone he would somehow find a way to kill me. But he was dead before I ever asked how he would do it. Still, he had been training me for a few months, telling me about Solomon and his deal with the devil. He told me to keep reinforcing Sarah Fier and her witch's curse.

...By cutting off her wicked hand
She kept her grip upon our land...

That's what Ziggy and Cindy were looking for the night she died. And my dad? His last words to me were "don't let me down son". Not I love you, or anything, just to not let him down "son". I didn't want to be his son, knowing my entire lineage were cold blooded killers for over three centuries of serial killings, all with no regret. He also said to send the killers after anyone who was too close to the truth, and at that time I was confused.

"how would I know if someone was close?"

"You'll just know. Don't let me down son."

But I didn't know it was Ziggy. I didn't ever want that for her. Watching her intently, I go to talk to her, say hi, anything, but before I could reach her, an older man snaps her from her trance, hiding her back inside before I could reach her.

I sigh, maybe today just wasn't the day I think, and walk back to the car where Will was slid low in his seat trying to hide his face.

"What are you doing Will?" I ask as I close the door and unwind the windows slightly for air.