A Jeremike Romance {completed} (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chapter 9 (plus an extra-special A/N)

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Mike's P.O.V.

We can't find Verity anywhere. The lights were only off for a minute, tops! How could Verity, of all people, be injured and dragged out in that time? Jeremy seems to be going out of his mind with worry, his sweet little eyes were filled with anger and sadness. We went home at 6 am, completly depressed and defeated, until we found the T.V. on with static and the words 'until 6:30...' on the screen in red writing. Jeremy stared at it in shock, and maybe a bit of hope. "M-Mike d-do you know what this m-means?" He grabbed the front of my shirt and shook it, his emerald eyes full of.. joy? "She m-might b-be alive! There m-might b-be a ransom n-note!" I nodded and looked at my watch, 6:28. I felt a bit weird that Jeremy wanted to find her so much.. did he like her? Was I jealous? No! Perhaps.. I brought him over to the T.V. hesitantly and we sat in front of it. At exactly 6:30 the screen flickered to a dark room.

Jeremy's P.O.V.

I hope Verity is okay, she is like a little sister to me. Ever since i lost Hope... I couldn't stand it if she got hurt. No, I couldn't lose Verity too. The screen flickered to a dark room. Suddenly a light flooded the screen, Verity was tied up in the corner of a cement room, blood flooded the floor around her side. She's hurt, no.. Her eyes were full of rage and indignation. A deep voice sounded behind the camera "say hello to your precious Mike and Jeremy."  She looked at the camera contemptuously, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hello to your precious Mike and Jeremy."

Her voice was also cracking, like she had just woken up. The camera moved around a bit and then settled down, like it had been put on a table. A man walked up to her, a knife in his hand, I couldn't see him, or the camera was malfunctioning, because he looked entirely purple. "Now now. You won't be.. difficult will you?"  
He- It, asked her in his deep voice. Verity's eyes flicked to the knife, to the camera, back to him. "Oh no, I wouldn't DREAM of being difficult." He stood beside her, yanking her up, her eyes flashed with pain but she didn't say a word. All I could see was red. He's tormenting her, MY little sist- Verity. If I ever get my hands on Him, it will not be pretty. 

Mike's P.O.V.

Jeremy is getting more and more upset, his hands are clenched. His eyes are twin lasers on the camera. I was mirroring him, I liked Verity. Not in a creepy way, she was helpful, fun, and didn't pry into our business. Now she was being hurt because of us. I felt awful, terrified, and furious. She was shoved into a chair. and

Her hands.. I heard the crack, Verity's eyes shot open as she tried to position herself to get her hands out of the way. Only to have the man grin. "Need some help?" He gripped her arms, ripping them forward so many pops and cracks sounded as muscles and tendons tore. Her scream of pain didn't even sound human.

Verity's P.O.V.

My arms, they burned with fire and needles along my shoulders, unbearable. Arms are not supposed to bend that way, It hurt so badly, I couldn't stand it. And my fingers, they were broken, I was almost glad of the distraction from my shoulders. I felt stupid and humiliated. I clamped my mouth shut and curled into a ball as much as I could in that chair. Hot tears streamed down my face, I wasn't even angry anymore. I was a broken human being, but the purple man wasn't done. His knife trailed my face, not cutting the skin, just picking up some tears. It ached so badly, my shoulders, my hands, and my side. I forgot the camera was still rolling. He purple man giggled when he saw my tormented expression. "Wherever did you get that little scar on your eye?" He asked me with mock concern. I looked up at him, why did he want to know? Then I saw the camera again, He was going to show this to Mike and Jeremy! I had to lie, they still didn't know... "I was scatched by a cat when I was little." My voice croaked out, I sounded awful. He grinned, "liar." I glared at him, full rage returning, "How would you know? You didn't know my cat!" He tipped my chin up with the knife, then laughed at my shocked expression when He brought it away quickly, cutting my throat. I felt a slight breeze, but the pain of the small slit didn't in any way compare with the rest of my body, hot blood spilled down my shirt, my vision beginning to blur. "Hey Jeremy," I panted for breath softly, my chest heaving as I fell off of the chair.
I almost didn't catch the last few words. "Say goodbye to your sister."  After that, everything went dark. 

Jeremy's P.O.V. 

I couldn't process what he said with all the other emotions flowing through me. Verity is dead, she couldn't not be right?
It's all my fault.
Wait, she's my sister? No, Hope ran away. She is dead right? A 7-year-old couldn't survive on the streets right? I had no idea, other than one of my only friends is now surely dead. I couldn't stop the tears. I cried onto Mike, who embraced me comfortingly. He was shaking badly too. The purple man on camera stared down at the girl laying, dying, on the ground. He looked back to the camera that he had. "We will be back tomorrow, same time." 

Poor Verity, what have I done? What did purple man mean? We will be back tomorrow folks, same time. Thanks again for over 300 views! I ♥ you all!