Buzzfeed Unsolved One-Shots (mostly Shane)

The Red Sea

(TW// blood, violence, murder, bad writing)

Ryan looked down at the blood-stained knife he had in his hands and dropped it. He looked around wildly at the gruesome scene in front of him. Crimson blood painted the walls and Ryan's clothes in a horrific pattern. Ryan's eyes traveled down to the body that was bleeding out on the floor. A masked man with a small bag full of valuable items was the body.

Ryan shrieked out with utter terror once he realized what he had done. His hands shook violently as he felt bile rise in his esophagus. "How, how did this... Did I do this?" He asked himself out loud. A sudden knocking came at his door. "Ryan? Ryan are you ready for our shoot today?" Fuck, it's Shane.

Ryan panicked and looked around wildly for somewhere to hide the body. He lifted the corpse, which was heavier than he expected, and moved it into the bathroom. Struggling, he somehow was able to slide the body into his bathtub and turn the water on. As the tub was filling up, he grabbed some old towels and tried his best to soak up the blood. He ran back into the bathroom, turned off the water, threw the blood-stained towels into the clothes hamper, and quickly changed his attire.

Finally, he went over to the door and invited Shane in. "Hey, sorry for keeping you waiting. I had some... stuff I had to clean up," Ryan apologized. Shane smiled kindly at the shorter, "You didn't have to clean up for me, anyway I have to piss sooooo. Be right back" Shane snaked his way between Ryan and the doorway then began speed walking to Ryan's bathroom. Ryan chased after Shane half-heartedly and shouted, "SHANE WAIT! NO."

But, it was already too late...Shane had opened the bathroom door...And as Shane's face fell and he let out a spine-chilling scream, Ryan couldn't help but smile. Ryan walked over to the shell-shocked Shane and leaned his head on his arm. "I don't remember killing him, y'know. I just remember passing out on my couch and waking up with blood on my hands," Ryan blurted out into the blue.

Shane stayed quiet, trying to process what was happening. "I didn't mean to kill him, I mean I don't think I meant to. I don't remember anything. But, I wouldn't do anything like this on purpose... would I?" Ryan asked. "We need to properly dispose of him Ryan," Shane said sternly, completely ignoring Ryan's question.

Ryan paused for a second. "Yeah, I know. And I should probably turn myself in." "No. Well, morally, yes you should, but not right now. This isn't like you, Ryan," Shane told him. Shane fearfully went into the bathroom to drain the blood-bath (literally) as Ryan went to lay on the couch to 'cool off'. And eventually, Ryan dozed off. But, when he arose from his nap, Ryan didn't return to Shane...

...Ricky did

And Ricky loved messing with Shane. "Oh, hey Ryan, glad to see your awake!" Shane said cheerfully. Too cheerful for Ricky's taste. "Wipe that damn smile off your face and hold your tongue if you want to keep it!" Ricky barked back.

Shane gave a confused look at first, but then he just gave Ricky an annoyed look. "Oh, I should've known it was you," Shane spat. Ricky sickly smiled at Shane's new tone, "Didtcha' miss me?" Shane rolled his eyes and faced away from Ricky. This action from Shane lit Ricky's metaphorical fuse.

Ricky pulled a small pocket knife with 'Stay Golden' engraved on the blade out of his pocket. Ricky rushed Shane, laid the point of the pocket knife against Shane's right side, leaned against his right ear, and whispered shouted, "I said, 'Didtcha' miss me?'" Shane, out of instinct, tried to turn and push Ricky away, but that made the knife slide into his abdomen. Shane let out an uneven, shaky gasp as Ricky's face morphed into a twisted smile. "Ryan won't let you kill me," Shane said trying to sound confident.

"Oh, but I'm not Ryan! I'm Ricky S. Goldsworth, baby!" Ricky spat in Shane's face. Ricky harshly pulled the blade out of Shane's gut and put it up to his neck. "And YOU Shane Madej, ARE A DEADMAN," Ricky shouted as he slit the large man's throat open.

Shane could barely let out one final goodbye before his blood began splattering all over Ricky's tanned face. Ricky laughed manically and Shane's wine red (almost black) blood began sputtering out of the wound. Ricky re-pocketed the knife and dropped Shane, letting him slump over the kitchen counter.

"Too bad it had to end this way, dear friend." -Ricky Goldsworth

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