𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ; ᴿᵒᵇᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵒ

xii

Gwen falls off her bike with a shriek, getting a glimpse of the ghost boys who stood in front of her, who stopped her in the rain. She looks to the left, the tree, the numbers that were carved in metal, hung on the brick next to the door, the gate. Everything looked exactly like her dreams. She'd found it. Gwen mounts her bike quickly, backtracking hopefully home to call the police and save her brother, again, hopefully before anything terrible happened.

The boys stand still in the rain, stood in the middle of the street as they scare Gwendolyn Shaw away, dressed in a yellow raincoat, blue jeans and black rainboots. Her bike was coated a crimson red, the paint scraping off from wear. The dead boys say nothing, just standing there. Billy was on the left end, then Vance, Robin, Jaeden, Bruce, and Griffin on the right end. They all looked like hell hit them head to toe, probably what scared Gwen instead of the fact they appeared out of no where due to whatever psychic abilities she heald.

The boys look at each other, slowly dispersing across the street. Vance sat at the empty lot with Griffin and Billy. The oldest, being Vance who was heald back twice, sat on the porch, Billy on the other side, a safe distance between the two as Griffin sat in the grass. Robin and Jaeden sit on the porch of the occupied home, seeing the familiar van return, Bruce watching from the curb as he sat down.

The man exits the van, going to the back to grab a bunch of supplies heald in plastic bags, with the same orange label as where the man worked. The boys look down the road over and over again as if the police would already be here and Gwen had the leg strength of a body builder, desperately waiting. Their plan wasn't foolproof, anything could go wrong, Finney had gotten it so far but that didn't mean the execution would be easy.

Jaeden chewed on the inside of his cheeks, his leg bouncing up and down in fear, he wasn't watching Finney be attacked to die, he wasn't doing that today. Robin had the same look of concern on his face as he stares down at the grass, tapping his fingers on the brick porch. The kidnapper walks inside, his mask in hand, none of the boys except Jaeden knew what he looked like, but they showed to emotion, just worry for Finney.

Patiently, they waited, and waited. Then one police car turned the corner, stopping in front of the house, Gwen stepping out of the passengers seat while three or four other cars turn the corner. Gwen stands at the gate at the lot across the street, talking to the police, trying to show them that was the house.

The house in which the ghost boys were buried, not where Finney was trapped. The cops rush in, Gwen having to stay outside, sitting against the fence, knees tucked to her chest as she waited. She didn't know her dreams lead her to the last place they saw, the house across the street, where they were buried. She thought that was where her brother was heald hostage, but he was across the street, probably fighting for his life.

It was all up to Finney now. Robin stands up, walking inside and rushing to the basement, wanting to watch and cheer for Finney even if he couldn't hear him. Vance, Billy and Bruce follow, leaving Griffin and Jaeden sitting on the porch, staring at the cop cars, deciding to wait a few minutes. The younger boy was nervous, wanting Finney to get revenge for all of them, his young mind, even after being brutally murdered, still thought positively. Jaeden on the other hand, was both terrified and excited, wanting to yell into that fucking phone and be the last thing that man ever heard.

After a minute or two, the twelve and fourteen year old stand up, rushing down to the basement to find Finney hitting The Grabber, now maskless, with the black phone. He runs back, wrapping the cord around the man's neck, starting to choke him out, his face turning red as Finney pulls as hard as he could on the wire. Jaeden runs to the phone, clicking the switch to make it ring.

Finney, an angry look painting his face turns the phone around, putting it to the man's ear, "It's for you"

Jaeden runs back, looking at the others, am almost evil smile on his face.

"Welcome to the nightmare end of your pathetic little life"

"You don't have much time"

"Today's the day, motherfucker"

"I can't kill you, you hijo de puta, so Finn is gonna do it for me"

"Go rot in hell ты кусок гребаного дерьма! Иди играй в теннис с Сатаной!"

"Finn's arm is mint!"

Finney snaps The Grabber's windpipe as the dial tone beeps, standing up, panting and gasping for air, throwing the phone to the floor. The group of boys cheer Finney on, whooping and yelling his name, smiles evident on their faces. They collide in a group hug, knowing that the game was over.

Finney throws a large chunk of meat to the dog, distracting it as he walks out the door, and up the stairs. He was covered in dirt and sweat, tired and exhausted, but glad knowing he had ended the cycle that wouldn't have ended for a long, long time. The boys quickly follow, watching him unlock the door, walk out to the porch, then into the grass, finding his sister.

Gwen, tears forming in her eyes as she finds her older brother, quickly stands up, running across the street to Finn, engulfing him in a hug. Finn, almost ready to sob, wraps his arms around her, the two Shaw siblings reunited once more. Jaeden smiles, leaning his head on Robin's shoulder, standing on the porch as the cops rush across the street, and inside the house towards the basement.

A weight had been lifted from their shoulders that day, a boost of confidence given to Finney Shaw, and Gwen a whole sigh of relief and thank to Jesus for helping her, although it was all her. Vance smiles, for once in his life, leaning against the door frame, Billy leaning against the wall next to Bruce who was doing the same, and Griffin off on the corner of the porch, resting his arms on the black railing.

"It's fucking over" Jaeden chuckles and sighs

"Thank God, that sucked" Robin says in a joking tone

"Okay, we get it, you're cute boyfriends but appreciate the victory" Vance interrupts

Billy elbows the oldest blonde in the stomach, rolling his eyes and scoffing, "Leave them be, we're dead, it doesn't matter anyways."

Vance rolls his eyes, apparently the two had become the sassy and angry duo of the dead group, and the others were going to be there with snacks to watch.

Finney and Gwen are lead away from the yard, but not without Finn looking back, smiling as he knew his friends were watching him.

AN - it's over :( ugh I really loved making this but everything comes to an end. Bruce fic will be coming soon and maybe tbp oneshots/preferences. I'm gonna miss this and my Finney book sm like ugh 😭😭😭. I hope you all enjoyed and uh yeah, have a great day/night and enjoy ur lives <3

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