traitor | Ziggy x Nick

15: dog days are over

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive
-
Florence + the Machine

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- Nick's pov -

I couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in my gut. Ziggy would be stuck with what? Three killers on the loose after her whilst also so close to the heart where they all came from. The disgusting heart of sludge, I see it gradually growing, a stick-like arm reaching from the ground, slimey, fly-infested...I shiver and step on the pedal harder. I was going to get bullets first, somehow find or steal some, anything which would get me back to Ziggy fastest. I would not let her die twice - she showed me the truth. She gave me another chance and I wouldn't let it go in vain.

My mind flashes back to the night I told her the truth. She was hurt so hard, she lost so much yet she was still here with me.

"...How the fuck do you think I feel knowing I loved the fucking devil for a single night!"

I didn't let it show but it had been on my mind ever since. That night was the best in my life - I met Ziggy. I wouldn't say I stalked her but I definitely went out of my way to look for her. Then Carrie and revenge on Sheila, god her screams made us laugh until our lungs burst.

"What'd I tell ya?"

"Fuck paint."

"Fuck paint!"

And then I got to know her, she was mine and I was hers. One night. All we had was one night before I turned everything to shit. But I refused for that to be our last - it wouldn't be. I would get us out of here alive and we'd be normal teens, no curse, no killers coming after us. I promise myself.

Then I swerve into the station carpark and sprint the small distance to the entrance. I didn't have time to waste. I scout out the area when my eyes land on a familiar figure talking with Officer Kapinski.

"Nurse Beddy?"

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- Ziggy's Pov -

You always hurt the one you love.

The one you shouldn't hurt at all. 

I immediately rush to the side and out the door as Ruby walks gracefully after me, twirling her razor. Her reflection in the glass scared the living shit out of me but I had to keep moving. Although I didn't know how long I'd have to run for. I swivel my head side to side, with only one knife in my right hand to defend myself. Going to the lake was too risky since last time I nearly drowned and the caverns were out of the question

Think Ziggy! My mind screams at me. What advantage did I have over undead killers? Over the devil? Fucking nothing. The voice in my head responds, and it was right. Satan himself was after us and we were just kids, he was the epitome of evil who has his centuries of minions out for our blood. There has to be something. There just had to be some way to escape for a while longer.

My head looks around me as I run and I see Billy and Ruby. No Tommy, no Nightwing killer. Nightwing...Camp Nightwing! It was like the killers didn't remember anything, and without Tommy I might have an advantage - I knew where good hiding spots were thanks to the Summyvalers. I quickly change my course to a spot I had found on my first day at camp. That day I had accidentally tripped and spilled water onto Sheila's top, ending with me being chased through a forest I didn't know. As I was running I found a bundle of tree stumps hidden under a canopy of leaves. The best place to lay low for the moment.

I dodge under bushes and tree branches until I reach the stumps, and take off my bag, gratefully falling onto a stump, breathing in enough air for when I next had to run. As I sit there, I count the minutes as they go by, waiting for some sort of sign.

As I hid, I think about the night Nick told me the truth about Sarah Fier - she was never evil, she wasn't the one at fault. But Cindy would never know that. I turn to the log I sit on a grab my knife, carving 'FIER' into the wood. Beneath it I carve 'SHADYSIDE'. It's never been our fault.

After a few seconds, I hear a leaf crunch and my ears perk up. Another. Crunch. Crunch. I grab my knife and sling on my bag before taking quiet steps into the forest. But as soon as my foot cracks on a stick, I run again. I spend the next hour darting between hiding spots, moving as soon as I heard any slight sign of another figure. Eventually I make my way back to the mess hall and hide in the corner of the main room. As I crouch, I keep my ears peeled for any sign of the killers, and outside I hear heavy footsteps. I stand up on my feet and grip the knife as I see the grifter enter. Followed by Tommy.

The latter quickly charges after me and I run to escape through the entrance but Tommy swings his weapon at me. I barely dodge it as I dive down, chin scraping the splintered wood. As I go to touch my chin, I see blood come away on my fingers. I then touch it again and clench my left fist tightly, the gauze soaked with blood. Tommy swings again at me and to my luck, his axe gets stuck in the floorboard and I take that opportunity to rip off the gauze on my hand, slashing Tommy with my knife as I run by.

The grifter charges at me again and sends me flying into the wooden floor, my back aching from the fall, feeling paralysed. He then straddles me and wraps his hands around my neck and starts squeezing. I struggle frantically, clawing at his hands in vain. I could feel my throat being cut off from his crushing hands, and the mask he was wearing sending shivers down my spine. As I gasp desperately for air, I search for anything to stop him, and my right hand finds the handle of Cindy's knife on the ground. Craning my arms out, my fingers strain to reach it, seeming farther and farther away each groan I give out.

In a last ditch effort, I grab the gauze I'd ripped from my hand and slam it against the Grifter's shoulder and he doesn't budge. However, according to plan, Tommy runs over and decks his axe right into the killer's shoulder, throwing him off me. Scrambling back as he releases his grip, I grasp the knife and plunge it into Tommy's chest to pause him for a second.

Stunned by the attack, I take that moment to run out of the hall, Tommy watching the grifter as they approach one another, my blood mattered over them. As I tumble out the stairs, I nearly trip over my feet and collapse as soon as I hit the grass.

HONK!

I look up to the source of the sound.

"ZIGGY!" He screams at me and I run as fast as I'm able to his car.

Diving into the passenger seat, I pull out my bag and search for gauze which I don't find.

"Fuck, I'm out of gauze," I mutter as I slump back into the seat holding my left wrist.

I turn to Nick, who gives me a relieved smile upon seeing me alive, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Because all I could see was guilt plastered all over his face.

"Nick. What happened?"

No answer.

"What happened?" I ask again with more force.

"He found them."

a/n
Sorry for the changes in pov I didnt wanna make separate chapters lol sorry also for all the running away scenes I just feel like Ziggy is running like shit to get places so...
Sorry I feel like I've been writing filler lately but hope it was ok !
-michi