traitor | Ziggy x Nick

23: we made it

i can't believe we made it
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"Ziggy?"

"Will?" I blurt out, confused by the person in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" he asks me perplexed by my presence.

"You..." I trail off as my head starts swirling with thoughts that put me far on edge.

Suddenly the door slams open, bells jangling violently as someone enters. A loud and heavy uneven gait echos in the mall as my eyes flick to where Deena, Josh and Martin were situated, still hidden in the shadows. I was losing time, because sooner or later they would notice everything and it'd all be ruined. I didn't have time to choose.

"Ziggy?" Nick calls as he walked closer. "Will?" He asks, voice quivering slightly.

Both brothers slowly walk toward me, however my eyes are still locked on Nick. I hadn't properly seen him since that summer. Of course however, I'd seen him all over the news every year. He was a Goode and followed in his father's footsteps of being Sheriff just years after Nightwing. What made him even more popular was the fact he was the Sunnyvaler kid who resuscitated the sole survivor of the Nightwing massacre - the only person to truly survive Tommy. Nick was hailed as a person and I'd never heard anything bad about him in the news. Of course, Shadyside hated him because while they continued to grow better despite everything somehow, all we had was a slowly crumbling town. And I think I also hated him, at least for a while. I resented how he looked so happy and calm on the television whenever he reached a milestone. I hated that he looked like he forgot about what happened at Nightwing; what happened to us. But at the same time I couldn't blame him because my own selfish thoughts pushed him away.

But here he was, walking towards me, the same person whom I loved. As he approaches, my minded is flooded once again with the memories from Camp Nightwing, the good and the bad. Eventually I pull myself out from that spiral as he and Will now stood only two feet away from me and I steel myself.

"I got called here by Kapinski," he tells me when I say nothing. "What are you doing here Ziggy?"

His eyes never leave me, but I cast my eyes to Will, who was stood next to his brother. There was something about the Goode brothers together that'd always bothered me. They were always too perfect after everything that's happened. Everything was still too perfect after the heart had shrunk. Sunnyvale was still thriving and eventually, Nick became sheriff and Will the mayor. I guess in my gut, I knew something was wrong - that the curse was still active. But I just ignored it - I shut myself out from everyone and tried my best to block out the past. And the present where killers still roamed. Not anymore, I tell myself, we're ending this shit tonight. For Shadyside.

"Tag, you're it."

I yank down the rope that was hidden to my side before sprinting away, not watching as I knew what was happening. Carrie. As I run away, I hear the bucket full of Deena's fluorescent blood smash against the floor and liquid splashing over the Goodes. Immediately, I see and hear the gates of the shops reeling open, everyone frantically pulling the ropes to release the killers. Nightwing, The Milkman, Skull Mask, Grifter. Enough to kill the both of them.

Suddenly, I feel an arm against my neck, stuck in a chokehold as I kick and scream, my mind struggling to register the swift turn of events. The Goode also wrangles the knife out of my hand, before I hear the familiar voice of Will Goode I'd heard so many times on the television.

"Deena!" He screams, "get them away from me! If i die, she dies!"

From the corner of my eye I can see Will brandishing a gun he must've hidden and scream even more incessantly at the sight of it.