Psycho - Vance Hopper

* Part 11 *

It was almost like the sky gloomed as the van inched closer, his throat tightened and his palms began sweating, he didn't even understand why; It was just a typical regular van, right? He licked his lips anxiously, he turned back to see if the two girls he had passed were still there, walking whilst laughing and giggling,

But they were nowhere to be seen, almost as if the entire population was wiped off the earth, just for this situation to occur so that he could be alone.

He turns forward and his vision is immediately impaired with black flashing at him, balloons. He tries to push himself out of them until a hand crushes his neck, pulling him off his bike, he tries to scream until he sees a hand with some sort of spray can, it quickly mists into his mouth.

His consciousness slips away.

You slap Finneys back and punch your fist in the air, "You did amazing! You were so close!" You encourage, "Yeah, I guess," He weakly chuckles, your smile dampens into a frown and you grab his shoulders, "Hey, you did crazy good, so what? It was just one loss," You lift one side of your cheeks into a reassuring smile, and he turns to look at you and frailly smiles back at you, "Now, do you wanna go home or blast that rocket again?" You chuckle, he laughs and quickly glances to the floor, "My dad wants me home by 5," He mentions, "Ok, let's go!" You smile and he grips his bag handle and the both of you head for the school exit, giggling as you leave.

...

You sigh as you enter your house, and you yell out, "I'm home!" You take your shoes off and place them on the rack,  "Welcome home!" You walk into the kitchen and throw your belongings onto the dining table, you sit down and turn to your mother mixing something in a pot, "What's for dinner?" You question while you rest your head on the table, "Spaghetti bolognese," She smiles and glances back at you, "How was school?" She asks as she strains the pasta, "It was okay, there was a baseball game after school, so that was fun," You delicately smile, "That's nice," She hums, placing a plate and fork in front of you, smiling, she brings the pot and places a wad of spaghetti and sauce onto it, she sits across you and does the same, "How was your day?" You ask whilst spinning your fork on your plate, "It was alright, although your uncle called," She chuckles, "My god, why is he so annoying?" She playfully complains, and you chuckle, "What? What did he say this time?" You grin, "Some stuff about your aunt, spitting some bullshit," She chews, and you look down at your food, about to take a bite, "What did he say about her?", "Something about her marriage, saying that she only married Mark for his money," You look up at her while you take a bite, "It's not true, she loves him." She says whilst looking down and picking at her food, "I don't know why he is so invested in other people's relationships, he has to focus on his own," She chuckles, and you smile, "True," You giggle, you both begin to eat as the TV blares in the background.

The sun begins to set, the air is soft and has darkened into a purple hue, and a slight breeze passes through the window of your room, "I'll be back soon, anything you want from the shop?" Your mom asks while she shuffles in her bag, "Maybe a slushie?" You smile, "Alright, see you later sweetie," She pecks you on your cheek and leaves your room, closing the door, you hear steps going down the stairs and a final slam of the front door. You take your radio and turn it on, you place it by your bed and grab a magazine on your counter and flip through the pages, you cross your legs and read whilst listening to the music booming out of your radio.

...

Bang

You quickly take your focus off your magazine and glance around the room, nothing seemed out of place-

Bang

You slowly stand up and creep closer to your window, staying alert, you look out of your window and see a figure directly outside, you are hesitant to go any closer but a wave of confidence washes over you, you open the window and glance at the individual standing on your bottom roof, your head jerks back in confusion,

"Vance, what are you doing here?" You loudly whisper, "Get in here-" He slightly pushes you out of his way whilst grunting and jumps down into your bedroom. He slowly turns his head around, curiously observing your room, "Sorry, I didn't know where to go," He silently says, looking away in embarrassment, he sits down on your bed, and you cross your arms, "What do you mean, you didn't know where to go?" You ask while reaching to the radio and turning it off, you sit down next to him, he places his hand over his face and pulls down sighing, "Something happened when I was on my way to the Grab'n'go," He bitterly whispers, and you sharply sigh, "What fight did you get into?" He sighs impatiently and slightly pulls up his vest, pushing his vest out of the way,

Your eyes widen as you notice the large mark on the side of his stomach, a deep one, a bloody one, a kind of cut that only a knife could make,

"What the fuck Vance!" You stand up, beginning to panic, "We need to get you to a Doctor!" You screech, "No I fucking don't, I just need some disinfectant or something." He yells out flailing his hand up in retaliation, you slap your forehead, "Give me a second, I have a first aid kit in the bathroom," You rush out of your room and scurry around in the bathroom looking for the kit, you notice it under the sink, you snatch it and walk into your room,

You kneel down and move his clothing out of the way. You open the first aid kit and take disinfectant and spray it on the gauze and apply it to his cut, pressing down, "Ow! What the fuck?" He spits out, "Shut up! I'm fucking stressing out here!"

"I'm the one with the wound?!" He scoffs out, "I'm the one who has to treat it!" You shakily yell, you slowly grab another gauze with disinfectant and spread it around the wound and throw it on the other side of your bed, "Hold it down real quick," You grab a sterile dressing and lift it up to his stomach, "Take it off now," He slowly lifts the gauze off and you quickly place it onto his side, he moans out in pain, he bites down on his hand, "Hold it there," You take a bandage and lift his shirt up slightly and wrap the bandage around his stomach, taking his hand and lifting it up to wrap it around the gauze dressing. You stand up and sigh, "Jesus christ Vance, who did you get into a fight with?" You huff out, "Some fuckers messed with me," He looks up at you, fidgeting with his fingers, "I got them down but one of them slashed at me when I was distracted with smashing one of the jackasses' head on the floor," You faintly laugh and he weakly chuckles, he then stands up, inching closer to you, he takes his hand and moves your hair behind your ear, his face relaxes,

God, he is gorgeous,

His flawless blue eyes twinkled and his perfect lips parted, his cheeks bloomed into rose petals, and his low silent calm voice whispered, "Thank you Y/n," His face drew closer.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Now what should I do with Bruce, should I let him die or not? Feeling conflicted </3

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