Iris (A SubZero Fanfic) [hIATUS]

Chapter Nineteen

I just wanted to say I don't mean to copy anyone's stories. I came up with this story before I read a couple of other stories that had the same plot. So I put this little note here make sure everybody knows I didn't copy. Thank you.

Sub's P.O.V

I woke up in a room. It was well lit and I was laying on a cot. Groaning, I managed to push myself off the bed, allowing my face to make contact with the floor. I groaned more, as I pushed myself up. I looked around the room.

Pretty designs were carved into the wall, in the shapes of different animals. The walls on the other side were covered with crayon, as if a toddler had drawn on it. Purple flowers and yellow bees were drawn on the wall. I smiled, brushing my fingers against it. It all felt so familiar.

My eyes trailed down to another color on the wall. Crimson. I focused on it, remembering that a crimson crayon wasn't even a thing. My fingers trailed to it, and my eye's widened in realization.

The 'crayon' was dripping wet, as if it were just put there. Fresh. I crawled over to the doorway, where I saw the young girl who portrayed my own mother.

Black silky hair that I used to brush. Rosy cheeks I used to pinch playfully. A button-nose I used to poke. She wore a yellow dress with white stockings, a yellow bow in her hair and brightly colored shoes. A large bruise was on her arm.

No.

He.

Didn't.

She was crying as a large man came up to her and violently gripped her by her arm. I felt anger explode inside me, and I got up and charged straight at him. My head collided with the wall instead and I moaned in pain.

"Calm down," I heard someone say. I turned around, and I saw Damien, hovering over our father. Again, I was reliving the nightmare.

Damien was holding the gun. He looked my father up and down, and his nose crinkled up in disgust. He clicked a bullet into place as my father pleaded for mercy. "D-Damien. Please c-calm down!" Damien smiled, and waved with his free hand. Then...

BANG!

My ears rang as I felt myself fall into oblivion. Jesus, what's wrong with me? Have I felt like this my whole life? God, I must be dumb. Anyway, I hit solid ground. Hard. I groaned in pain. Then I found out it wasn't actually ground, it was a table. And sitting infront of me was...Damien.

He smiled at me, and waved. "Want to play a game?" I looked at him confused, until his smile disappeared and he shot a serious look at me. "A game of life or death."

Baffled, I looked at him even more. "What do you mean?" I asked. He laughed softly and dug in his hoodie pocket. He lifted his hand up and I saw what he was holding. A Revolver. He smiled, and placed a single bullet in.

"W-What is this...game?" I asked shakily. He looked at me and smiled wider. "We're playing Russian Roulette. Ever heard of it? Honestly, I don't care, so I'm just going to explain. If I get shot first, you get control over this body. If-I mean, WHEN you get shot, I get this body. Sound like a deal?" I winced. Am I seriously making a deal with an eight year old?

Damien rolled his eyes, and pressed the head of the gun to the side of his forehead. "Let's play."

Sky P.O.V

I began to nervously sweat just by watching Seto. I was getting uncomfortable, seeing how many wires he was hooking onto Sub. Seto was really pale, and he was shaking. One wire dropped and he started to break down softly. Brice sighed, and gently took Seto's hands to adjust them.

Seto was breathing evenly now, and I was resting on the couch, watching Dragon Ball Z. I still felt uncomfortable. Who know's what Ty could have done to him? ...Ty. I sighed unevenly, feeling tears form in my eyes. You will not cry. You will not cry. You will not cry. I killed him. What a stupid thing to do. I could've at least told him to relax.

But no. He was insane. For me. That caused me to allow a few tears to fall. I can't imagine what Ty would've done to Sub if I hadn't been there. What if...he killed him? What if that was the case? Ty was driven insane...by love. No...not even love. By lust. By...jealousy, greediness, lust.

I closed my eyes, and rested my head against the soft pillow, hearing that Goku was having a regular fight with Vegeta. "Sky?" I jolted up, snapping my eyes and looking up, finding a sandy haired boy with cyan eyes to meet my budder colored ones. "Sky, is everything okay?"

I nodded sheepishly. Jason smiled. "Everything is going to be okay. I hope." I rolled my eyes. "Yes Jason," I said sarcastically. "That TOTALLY helps." Jason laughed softly, and poked my cheek. "But I know Sub will be okay. Heck, do you see how much he's been through?"

I nodded again. Sub has been through alot, but he always made it. I smiled, thinking of what Sub can be doing now. Probably facing mind challenges or something. "Thanks, Jason." I said, before slapping him slightly and ruffling his hair. He smiled. "No problem," he responded before walking out of the room. Maybe this wasn't as bad.

???? P.O.V

I'm still here.

I'm still alive.

Don't be happy for long.

You'll meet your demise.

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Sorry for not updating. My stepmother's pregnant sooooo.

And I had to spend quality time with my family and stuff. Meaning not to have my nose stuck in my phone... locked in my room. :)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter tho.

OoOoOoOoOoh! Spooky POV at the end. .3.

But anyway, this was Chappie Nineteen. Enjoy.

And if you dont know what Russian Roulette is. Look it up. Im too lazy to type XD

Goodbye, my Little Athenians!

/•^•/ *flies to prison-i mean school*