𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ; ᴿᵒᵇᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵒ

vii

They watched that night when the kidnapper had buried their bodies in the empty lot across the street. With the other four boys. Bruce, Vance, Griffin and Billy. They didn't speak, looking at their bodies become pale, lips and fingers becoming blue. Their stomachs churned and ached as they just watched their own bodies be stuffed into holes in the basement of the empty house, like nothing. That poor cat Arnie was tossed over Jaeden's body, dirt covering the two as The Grabber covered the boy's bodies up with dirt.

The two stay silent, just silently and weirdly accepting they were ghosts watching their kidnapper dispose of their bloody bodies. Their bodies looked just about the same as their physical corpses, pale skin, bloody wounds, Jaeden with his eye all gorey and his cheek almost cut open into his mouth. His side was slowly bleeding, his shirt a bit torn, obviously where the knife plunged into his side. Robin was obviously torn up as well, his shirt ripped up at his wound sight, the area just above his collar bone had almost stopped bleeding. Blood soaked them both, head to toe.

Robin's bandana had been ripped off of his physical body, left near his hole, blood stained. The brown bandana wasn't completely covered with dirt, only leaving the end sticking out, blood staining the white pattern. The two watched as the kidnapper walks through them, up the stairs. They just watch each other's sad expressions, wanting to go back and change their fate.

"I guess hell... doesn't wait"

"I guess not"

The boys look down at the floor, towards their blood soaked shoes. They were covered, like that scene in Carrie where she gets covered in pig blood. They take one last look at their covered bodies, walking up the stairs as they sulk. When It's Cold I'd Like To Die was the only way to slightly explain how they felt. They were taken so soon, their lives had just begun, their whole high school experience. They didn't even get to take one or the other on a date.

They walk across the street, heads hung low. It was the middle of the night, The Grabber still with his mask on, blood splattered across it. They didn't have the guts to walk all the way back to the Arellano's apartment and watch her sob and weep over her missing boys. Or to the Shaw household where Gwen and Finney would be grieving, probably crying as they watched tapes of the little group doing stupid shit together.

They walk inside, through the door, their ears ringing as they walk through the doors and down to the basement. They couldn't sleep near the blood stained floors, covered in their blood. They felt tired, their eyes hurt, Jaeden's obviously. Their wounds felt like they were being stabbed with multiple needles over and over again. The two close the door, the kidnapper wouldn't remember when he moved onto his next victim anyways.

The two lay down, Jaeden covering his eye with his hand, the two boys staring at each other. Robin removes Jaeden's hand from his eye, setting it on the mattress as he rests his hand on his cheek.

"I love you, even if we're dead, stupid. Your eye doesn't bother me" Robin whispers

Jaeden glances down at Robin's lips, then back up at his eyes. Robin smiles lightly, sitting up and dragging Jaeden up with him. Robin almost laughs as he looks at Jaeden, confused and looking like a lost puppy. Robin sets his hands on Jaeden's cheeks, the moon illuminating the two from the window, Robin being illuminated from Jaeden's eyes.

The long haired boy smashes his lips into the curly haired boy's, catching Jaeden off guard. Jaeden rests his hands in Robin's fucked up hair, letting his fingers twist into the naturally straight strands of raven hair.

The two pull away, Robin smirking and Jaeden with a giddy smile. The two laugh, Robin tangling his fingers in Jaeden's curls while Jaeden rested his hands on the Hispanic boy's cheeks. The two lean in again, sitting criss-cross on the mattress as they spend the whole night doing what they dreamt of, just loving each other. They joked about life, cried about how'd they'd never grow up. Or see Finney and Gwen again in the park late at night so they could graffiti the mulch to not be total assholes. Or watch horror movies in the dead of night in Robin's living room, sharing a blanket and cuddled up into one another but telling Ms. Arellano they were just friends.

It was all torn away from them, gone.

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Another week and a half had gone by. Staring at the ceiling and sitting on the curb had gone by so fast and yet so slow. The Grabber had come back as the two sat in the wet grass, pulling a boy from his trunk as the boys watched in horror.

Finney.

The familiar mop-headed brunette was knocked out cold, limp in the kidnapper's arms as he dragged him inside. Jaeden and Robin follow the man inside, back down to the basement shouting and yelling for him to put Finney down in some attempt to save their friend.

The man tosses Finney on the mattress, walking back upstairs as he slams the door shut and locking it. Robin and Jaeden desperately try shaking Finney awake but it obviously didn't work. Standing along the wall under the window, was the four other dead boys, staring down at Finney who rested on the mattress.

They were all bloodied anddisgusting, how they all died was evident. They all knew Finney or Finney knew them, except Griffin Stagg.

Jaeden begs and cries for Finney to wake up, wanting to just throw him out that window and let him escape. Robin sighs, standing away as he watches Jaeden cry Finney's name. Robin pulls Jaeden away by his shoulders, reaching for Finney but ultimately giving up.

He didn't want to see his best friend endure the same torture they did, he wouldn't let it happen.

AN - fucking god this definitely didn't take me an hour and a half to write. anyways I might make an Everything Sucks! book for Tyler bc he's so cute :( anyways hope you're all good, stay safe :)