The Mind Electric (A Chester X Parker fic)

Chapter 33: The Red Means I Love You

(TW: Gore)

"Where the hell...?"

Parker "woke up" in the woods, the same place where him and Narc were at.

He was leaning against a tree, so hard that his back was hurting. Parker quickly got to his feet, observing his surroundings.

The grave was still in front of him, but it was empty.....not even the bones were in it.

"What...? What the..."
Before Parker could finish his sentence, he felt a sudden stab in his back. The shock was so intense that he fell to his knees.

"AGH! OW!" He yelps out, quickly turning around to see who or what caused that pain....

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His entire body jolts back, backing up with his hands, along with kicking his legs.

There, in the faint moonlight, stood Chester.
His face was covered in fresh blood, along with his hair being a complete mess. In his hand was a pocket knife, and a bloody string of some sort. Wait, no...
Those were intestines wrapped around his arm and hand....

Chester's clothes were torn up, along with also being a bloody mess. A few stab wounds of his own can be seen through the holes of his pants.

"H-Huh? Chester?!" Parker gasps out, quickly processing what he was seeing.

Chester tilts his head innocently, a small smirk can be seen on his face.
"Why so scared? It's just me..." he chuckles.

Parker backs away some more, stopping once he feels the grave coming up behind him.
"No...no, YOU...are not Chester....where am I?" Parker whimpers.

"What do you mean? It's me! Love, it's me....don't you know your own lover?" Chester whispers sinisterly, kneeling down to Parker's level, along with gripping the knife tighter.

"NO! Chester would...NEVER do this! He would never have so much...of THAT on him!" Parker shakily points to him, mostly at the intestines hanging from his arm.

Chester glances over at his arm, smiling.
"Do you not like my accessories, darling? I got them just for you..."

Parker lets out a rough cough, gagging at the thought of what Chester had to do in order to get those intestines....

"Chester, you did not kill someone...that's..no...you didn't!...right?" Parker mutters, trying to peel his eyes away from him.

"Sacrifices must be made in order to please people..." Chester states, laughing like a maniac.

Parker shuts his eyes tightly, hoping that this was just some kind of sick nightmare....he didn't want to be here anymore.

Though, they are only to be blasted open once more once he feels the sudden cold touch of Chester's bloody hand gently caressing the side of his face.
"Your too good for this world, darling...." Chester snickers, wiping some blood on his face.

Parker's body is suddenly frozen, like he couldn't move a muscle. Fear was keeping him from swatting Chester's disgusting hand away.

"There, now we match..." He giggles, pulling his hand away.

Parker couldn't see it, but there was now a bloody hand print smudged on the side of his face, the wet blood was slowly dripping down his face and onto his neck.

"You look perfect, love....so perfect I could just...kill you. It's as if your just...TOO perfect..." Chester coos, flipping back open his pocket knife.

"What?! Chester, what the hell are you talking about?! Snap outta it!" Parker yells, suddenly gaining the strength to move around again.

"A pretty face like yours can't stay perfect forever....now...hold still..." Chester laughs, raising the the knife to Parker's face.

That's it....he needed to run. NOW.

Parker jumps to his feet, running off into the woods as fast as he could.

"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING, LOVE?!" Chester calls out, sprinting after him.

(Oh god, what the fuck...what the FUCK...where do I even go?!) Parker panics in his head, continuing to run deeper into the woods.

Unfortunately, the woods seemed to be...never ending? It was....almost like he was running in a circle.

After a few long minutes of running, he suddenly found himself in the same area he was at before, which was the grave.

He stops running, panting from being out of breath. (What...what the hell?! How is that even possible!?)

Then to his surprise, he was violently kicked to the ground, falling to his knees once more.

"Jeez...you really don't know how to play tag, huh? You aren't supposed to stop running, my love..." Chester coos, watching the other as he quickly turns around to face him.

Suddenly, Parker's neck was thrown forward, as if something was wrapped around it.

The stench of someone dead filled his lungs as he starts to choke at the sensation of losing oxygen in his throat.

Chester was squeezing Parker's neck with the rope of intestines that was once on his damaged arm.

Parker could no longer say anything, it truly did feel like he was chocking to death on absolutely nothing. It also felt like his neck was going to break from how much pressure was on it.

"Now, THIS is what you get for running away from me. You should know better than to treat your boyfriend like that..." Chester hisses, pulling on the intestines rope harder.

"C...HE.." Parker gags, losing oxygen in his chest. Soon, everything around him started to look blurry.

"Your okay...your okay..." Chester coos, wrapping his hands around Parker's neck.
And...with enough pressure...

*SNAP!!* *CRACK*

Blood pools out of Parker's throat like a geyser as his neck breaks, the strength of the intestines quickly decapitates him as his head gets pulled back in one fatal swoop.

Everything went dark then and there, but he could still hear Chester's insane laughter in the distance.

"YOU...YOU SHOULD'VE FACED ME...INSTEAD OF RUNNING LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE!!!" Chester cackles, his voice sounding further away now.

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"PARKER! PARKER!!!" Chester yells, shaking Parker's body awake.

Parker jolts up in a cold sweat, eyes widening.
"W-WHAT?! HUH?!"

Chester sighs in relief, lowering his head onto the others chest.
"Oh thank god....you woke up."

Parker looked around the room, he wasn't in the woods...he was in his bedroom.

"What...what's going on? What..." Parker takes a deep breath, not realizing he's crying.

"Dude, you were screaming like someone was MURDERING you...it was awful." Chester frowns, gently cupping Parker's distressed face with his warm hands, while gently stroking a tear off of Parker's cheek with his thumb.

"Oh....dude, it was crazy! I was back in the woods and...you were there and...god...it was all too much...." Parker mumbles, feeling more tears rolling down his scared face.

"Shhh...your okay now, everything is fine, Parker. I'm here..." Chester whispers in his best soothing voice, pulling the other in for a hug.

Now THIS...was the Chester he knew. This was the Chester that would never hurt him....

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chester asks, gently rubbing Parker's back.

"Uhm...sure, but you might freak out..." Parker whimpers, burying his face into his boyfriends neck.

"I'll take my chances..."