ROOSTER (SCREAM TWO AU!) [✓]

chapter eight. . . too close to home

act one, chapter eight ─ too close
to home !

( spring of nineteen ninety-seven ! )

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" I THINK YOU SHOULD GO SOMEWHERE SAFE, MAYBE PROTECTIVE CUSTODY. . . "

THAT WAS JUST GREAT. THAT WAS THE THING that he didn't want his mother to say. Alvin couldn't do protective custody. He had a life to live, he has school, he has work. He would be separated from his groups of friends, not to mention the love of his life. It was like climbing under a rock. And he did not want to do that at all. The male wasn't going to have it. Even though he was scared of whoever was doing this, he did not want to stay away from his friends. His friends were like his extended family. Alvin wanted to be free. He didn't want to be scared for the rest of his life. And Nymphie. What about her? What would happen to her if he was in protective custody? Even though she knew their mother would take care of her, Nymphie was especially rebellious around her. She didn't listen to their mother like she should. For some reason, the two of them just didn't get along, especially now that their dad was gone.

He and his groups of friends had finally managed to visit Sireen and Joseph, as well as Cassandra, who has been staying there until the creep was home. She and her son had currently been sitting at the table while everyone was pretty much scattered around the house. Talking about this made Alvin uncomfortable. And the fact that him and his friends had agents following around them in case of someone attacking them was making it worse. Everyone was pretty much whispering about them now.

Tapping his fingers lightly on the table, he listened to what his mother was saying to him. Some things Dewey already told him. The person might be in their friend group, might be a love interest. Eren was capable of anything, but he promised not to kill again. He trusted Hallie. She wouldn't hurt a fly. But it was Mickey that he didn't trust. He didn't trust him one bit and he wanted to tell his mother that. He wanted to see what she would say about that.

"Protective Custody? Ma, I just can't up and leave my college life behind," Alvin said to his mother, "I have friends, I have you and Nymphie, I ─"

"Yes, friends who are also targets of the killer as well," Cassandra replied, "They would also need protective custody."

Alvin sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I know. . . But we can't run away. We all tried that. They're going to keep chasing us, no matter what. He's feeding off of our fear."

"Al, I know you're fearful, so if it's anyone fear, it's yours. After what happened with. . . Your father, you've been. . . Skittish. More depressed, more angry," Cassandra explained, "You even exhibit the signs of PTSD, you need help. You need clarity."