𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ; ᴿᵒᵇᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵒ

ix

A few days had passed, and all the dead boys had learned something about Finney. He was special, he could hear the phone. The other boys were slowly helping him to make a plan, helping him escape. Jaeden and Robin decided they'd be the last call Finney would receive. They couldn't talk to him right now, they wanted to be the last call because they needed Finney to try and get out.

Finney was currently knocked out, he was caught by The Grabber after escaping for a solid minute and a half. Robin and Jaeden watched all the way through as Finney ran for his life, cheering him on from down the street. But obviously, that didn't end well.

Jaeden sat criss-cross above where Finney was laid, playing with Finney's hair. Robin sat along the door, thinking as he watched Jaeden comfort Finn as he slept.

But this was a part of the process, he had to play The Grabber's game. Vance was next, he'd tell Finney about the wall and the freezer. The only thing they had to worry about was Finney giving up, he couldn't otherwise he wouldn't live and this would all be for nothing.

But the day was calling, soon. Very, very soon. The boys already knew The Grabber was planning on killing him as they sat there, they needed to prevent it. He'd played into the game, he had to be the only to win.

Robin stands up, sighing as he looks at Jaeden. "I'm gonna go back to my mom. I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

Jaeden nods, looking up at Robin for a brief moment and then back down at Finney. Robin walks through the door, and up the stairs, seeing the kidnapper in the kitchen, fixing up a sandwich for himself. Someone was living upstairs, the boys didn't know who but a dog was recently taken in as well. Robin didn't want to explore whatever was around the house, terrified at what they could find.

The dark haired boy walks through the door, down the few stairs and onto the street, walking through town. The bright street lamps and neon signs of diners and stores illuminate his path in reds, yellows, blues and greens. If this story took place in the 90's I promise you could hear some sad Oasis song covering the noise of the wind and cars passing by on the street.

Robin decided to live lightly for a moment, jumping into the street and letting vehicles pass through his ghostly apparition. He'd always wanted to do that, but he'd end up killed. It didn't matter now, the damage was done and he achieved something on his bucket list. Even if it didn't help his saddened mood, it helped him feel like his old self. The Robin Arellano. The fighter, the only one to not take shit from assholes.

As he walked in the middle of the road, down towards apartment B12, a wave of sadness hit his heart as he looked up at the familiar balcony. He promised Jaeden that one day that the two would have a small party with Finney and Gwen like the people upstairs in C12. The apartment was quiet, lights on, the people were probably just relaxing. Just about everyone in that building knew the boys who lived in room B12 were missing. They'd probably come down to give Ms. Arellano flowers and offer to help her out a bit.

Walking up the five sets of stairs that spiraled with landings in between, he reached floor B, walking into the long hall and making his way towards the right, to B12. He walked through the door like all other doors, looking around the apartment. Ms. Arellano wasn't anywhere to be found, probably working to get her mind off the stress. Robin looks around the place, it was a mess. From the stale food on the stove to the many different bottles of beer laying on the floor, Robin could tell his mother was depressed and in a dark place. She didn't know how to pull herself out of the situation, she couldn't change it.

Robin walks to his bedroom, taking in the scent of fresh records and clean clothes. He stands in the middle of the room, taking in his appearance in the mirror. He, like Jaeden didn't even look recognizable. His elbow was still scuffed, it was starting to scab up but dying wouldn't help that at all anymore. Blood was still splattered in tiny dots around his face and chest, and while examining his head for bruises or wounds, he found one on the back of his head. A large, bruised area, probably black and blue, or not since no blood was rushing through his body anymore. The Grabber probably slammed his head against the floor a couple times in anger, wanting to see the life drain from his body or some evil shit.

Looking away from the mirror in near fear of his own self, Robin directs his eyes to the bed. Laying on the bed was a note, signed by Ms. Arellano. He almost sobs, taking the folded paper in his hands, opening it. He read it over and over and over again, choking back sobs and tears. He'd never felt more angry and sad at the same time.

'Robin,

Mi hijo, please come home. I love you, so much. I know you aren't gone, I know you're still out there, with Jaeden. I will never stop searching for you boys. Cariño, I know you are still out there, somewhere. Please come home. I swear upon abuelo's grave, I will find you.

-Mom'

Reading it once again, Robin could only feel numb. He couldn't feel his emotions as he read the paper, he understood his mother's pain to a great extent, he knew she'd do anything for him to be safe, and loved. But reading the paper made him want to dissolve. He wanted to kill that hijo de puta.

But he couldn't do it himself. He needed Finney to do it. They needed Finney to stand up, and kill that sack of shit who murdered and hurt them in cold blood, no remorse shown. Those dead boys couldn't let him get away with it for years and years to come until it ended with his own, timely death.

That 'timely death' needed to be untimely.

And Finney Micheal Shaw was going to be the one to do it. One way or a fucking other.

AN - God damn not much story is left 💀💀 ima make some filler as well bc I thought of some cute stuff for Jae and Robin :) also ty for 1k!! :)