Psycho - Vance Hopper

* Part 12 *

A light crash on an uncomfortable mattress awakens Bruce. His eyes shift, but there is a blurry output, he tries to touch around, trying to grab onto anything, but there was just mattress surrounding him,

"Look at you," A voice chuckles out, taunting, "Can't see shit," A hand waves at him and Bruce grunts out in pain, "Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?" He spits out whilst trying to focus his eyes, but they simply wouldn't fix themselves, he hears a shuffle, "I'm not-" They paused, "I'm not going to hurt you anymore," A harsh response whispers to him, "Not unless I have to." Bruce felt a touch on his arm, and he shivered in fear, "I'll be back," The hand slipped away from his arm and Bruces' breath weakened.

What was he going to do now?

Vance's hand reached out to your cheek, he pushed it up ever so slightly and glanced down at your lips, a small smile appeared on his face and you whisper, "Anytime, Vance,"

His face blossoms into a light pink and your lips instantly collide into a soft kiss, you close your eyes and slowly creep your hand up to his neck and he trails his hand down your waist, pushing you closer. The kiss continued into a long passionate moment between the both of you. At the moment, your mind was overtaken, the only thing you could think of was your admiration and love for Vance. It was as if every problem that could concern you, was not important right now. All that was important now was you and Vance,

And the distant sound of a door unlocking.

Your mind finally snaps back into reality and you push yourself away from Vance, looking back at your door. At first, he looks at you confused, he tries to talk but you place your finger on his lips and push him away, moments later he asks, "What's wrong?" He whispers, his voice slightly muffled with a puzzled look, "Listen," You loudly whisper to him, slightly pulling him forward.

"I'm home!" A quiet and obscure voice calls out, you automatically turn to Vance and he quickly glances around the room in a panic and his view focuses on the window, you start lightly pushing him, "Go, go!" You rush, He silently yells whilst hurrying to the window, "I'm already fucking going!" He jumps out the window and turns to face you, he pulls your face closer and plants a small kiss on your lips, you smile and whisper, "See you tomorrow," You faintly smirk, instantly pulling him into another kiss until your door opens, jolting you backwards in shock,

"I got you your slushie," Your mom murmured whilst rummaging through her bag and pulling out a blue slushie, you quickly shut the window and you hear a small 'Ow!' come from outside, She looks up and furrows her brow, "What was that?" She begins walking toward the window, clearly confused, "I don't know," You stumble, turning your body to lean on the window, "Why are you looking out your window in the first place," She asks vaguely suspiciously, chuckling while placing the slushie down on your counter slowly, "Well, I'll be downstairs," She reminds you as she walks out of your room, closing your door,

You deeply sigh, slowly sliding down on the wall, you remember that Vance might still be out the window and you quickly open it and glance around the roof and see Vance in your back garden, he probably jumped down when I accidentally crushed his fingers under the window,

You smile and he looks up at you, he gives you a small wave and you wave back, watching as he jumps over your fence. You playfully laugh and slam your window shut, walking past your counter and snatching the slushie. You jump onto your bed and lay down, slurping your slush slowly, and giggling silently as you remind yourself of the past few minutes with Vance.

You turn your radio on and the song blares out into the night as you lay on your side; 'Fox on the run.'

Bruce sighs slowly and stands up steadily, he blinks continuously and wipes his eyes harshly, he opens them and chuckles slowly sarcastically, "That's hardly better, but it will work."

His eyes were fucked up now, whatever that man sprayed into his mouth, was also sprayed into his eyes, it was slowly getting better, but very slowly. He tried to glance around the room, but there was no luck, he sighs and slowly sits down on the mattress. He places his hands on his face sighing in disappointment, suddenly there was a clang of the door, he looks up despite his vision being almost blocked, and he notices a silver tray sliding towards him, "What's this?" He asks suspiciously, "Eggs, and a soda," The man giggles strangely before Bruce hears the door closing, "You are the grabber right?" He asks quietly. There was a silence between them,

"No," He spits out, "No I'm not." He states before he slams the door, clanking as he locks it.

Bruce reaches for the tray and slowly grabs a handful of eggs and stuffs them into his mouth, he clearly didn't realise how hungry he was, because as soon as he put those eggs into his mouth, he couldn't stop. He didn't know how long he was sleeping, it could've been days, or a few hours, he couldn't tell, but all he knew was that he needed to eat and drink. He chugged down the soda and breathed out heavily when he was finished eating, he laid back and kicked the tray out of the way,

He needed to find a way out of here, he just had to get his normal vision back.

Only then could he find a way to escape this shithole.

Sorry for the short chapter! This is the first time writing a story that actually has a kiss scene in it, so sorry if it's like the worst <//3 also I got reminded of the fact that the scene with Vance carving '7741' was a part of Gwen's dream and I had forgotten that, sorry for that!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! <3

Edit: I won't be able to upload the next chapter today/tomorrow, sorry for the inconvenience!