how did it end up like this? (brance story)

part. 9 (version 1)

before I start this, I need to say something. In one of these chapters, I made a mistake, and corrected it MYSELF. I said
"I don't want to put the sexual thoughts because they are minors", and someone got mad. It was about posters of women photos, and I said that I didn't want to put any sexual thoughts, because they are literally minors, im not gonna put the details like that. As any normal human, I fixed it, and they didn't care anymore. I'm gonna need some of you to start to grow up, and stop attacking me for not wanting to put details in sexual thoughts of 17 year old boys, im very well aware Vance can have sexual thoughts towards Bruce, and the same thing for Bruce. So do us all a favor, and please grow up.

enjoy.

Bruce saw a pale boy laying down. He gasped. He started banging on it, screaming,
"VANCE! VANCE PLEASE! CANT YOU HEAR ME? VANCE! SHIT!" Vance was asleep the whole time, while bruce banged on the window, crying. Not to mention, the room was sound proof. Bruce ran away, trying to find something to break the window, until a strange man put his hand over his mouth.
FUCK!
He thought. The man hit him in the head with a hard object, though bruce couldnt tell what it was, and Bruce fainted. He woke up, and saw a body laying down. He noticed it was vance, bleeding out.
"Vance..? Vance wake up. Vance please answer me!"

A FEW HOURS BEFORE

Vance heard a loud bang, and woke up instantly. He saw the grabber walk in with a boy, and tried to look at his face. He covered his mouth, as tears started to form in his eyes.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" He said.
"Oh, is this your f@gg0t boyfriend?" The grabber said. The grabber put Bruce down, and Vance used all his energy left to stand up, and punch him in the nose. Vance always would beat the grabber , but he drugged him to make him tired, and day after days, he got weaker. But this one time, Vance made it hurt. He punched the man, causing him to fall onto the floor.
"You little fucker. It's about time I show you a lesson for what you do to me. You broke my wall. You hurt me. So I'm gonna take my time. I want this to really hurt."
"be waiting for what will happen to you f@gg0t."He said. Tears started to fill his eyes. The man started to do unbelievable things to Vance. Things no one would want to experience. He fell into a sleep, and wasn't sure if he would die or not.
"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. Fuck." He started to cry. A few hours later. He fell into a deep sleep.

BACK IN TIME

Bruce was laying down next to Vance, crying.
bruce.. Please just wake up. Vance suddenly opened his eyes, and brushing him off without thinking.
"Bruce..?",
"What did he do to you?" Bruce said. He looked down at all the bruises, all the blood, and all the cuts.
"We have to get out of here. We need to find a way."
Bruce looks at him, and nods. Vance's head turns, and Bruce makes his hands crawl to Vance's hands. Vance felt happy feeling his touch again. His face suddenly dropped, Bruce thought.
Does he have a idea? I hope he does.
"What if we trick him. We do something real bad, and we attack him while he's not looking. We can run away. Together."
Those words hit Bruce like a spark.
Together
Together
Together
TOGETHER
TOGETHER
TOGETHER!
Bruce leaned his head over, and dropped it Vance's shoulder.
"I miss you. A lot," he said.
"I miss you too. I miss you Bruce." He said. He brushed of his tears.
"I miss your girly smile.
And your pretty eyes.
I miss your perfect teeth.
And your beautiful smile." He said. Bruce and Vance tried. They tried for weeks. But it never worked. Vance would have won, but he was drugged. He had not power left in him. Every day, they would try something new. Yet, it would never work. They would just lay down, and cry together. Vance would start saying nonsense like,
"I got you into this. I'm so sorry Bruce. He should just kill me, like I killed you! RUINING YOUR LIFE!!", which eventually made Bruce cry. He would crumble against Vance, and Bruce would just cry. One day, the man started to open the door, with a leash in a hand, a dog next to him that seemed was the thing on the leash, and a axe.
"It's your lucky day, your dumb boyfriend will die. You can die with him, but I recommend not too." He said, as a low sigh leaked out of his mouth,
"you guys are inlove. What will I do about it?" He said.
"just close your eyes, dumb boy." Bruce suddenly got angry. He sighed. Envy filled his soul, and gave the grabber a death stare. Deep down, the grabber felt like something bad would happen to him..
what the fuck.. what is it about these boys.? there is just something.. they are different from the others. something will go wrong.
He got up, and took a deep breath. He tried to walk to the grabber, but his dog attacked him. Bruce had always been a animal lover. He was the type of child that would cry over a animals death in a movie, but not the humans. Once, Vance and Bruce watched a movie, in which it was about a girl who's as held hostage, but the man didn't know she had her dog. He had her dog in her backpack, and in final, the dog died helping her get out. Bruce cried for weeks, and Vance laughed at just the thought. Vance was the type of person who would remember the little details. The slightest moments that might have changed his perspective off the cruel world. He has one memory, in which he and his mother where watching the clouds, but it started raining. They ran to the house together laughing. That was the happiest he'd felt in a long time. Another memory was the specialist. It was the day he met Bruce. He was so kind. Bruce was a bit too kind. Bruce shrieked in pain. Vance had enough. He got up, and he punched the man in the nose. The grabber started laughing. The laughing got louder. And louder.
"you don't get it do you?" he said. He started folding down, laughing. Vance looked at Bruce, and grabbed his hand. He ran to a corner, and let the man swing at them. He whispered to Bruce,
run, and go behind him. Try to get a hold of his mask, and the axe. The son of a bitch will have no choice.
Bruce looked back at him, and nodded. Vance though, well, he prayed to god this would work. He prayed for the first time.
god please. at least let him live. take me instead. Please. Please!
Bruce ran away, and the grabber swung once and Vance. He swung , and swung. Bruce got the man's devilish mask off, and watched him squeal. He held his neck by his arm, and he quickly got the phone. He swung it around, and started hitting his neck repeatedly with the top of the phone. The man went limp. He fell to the floor, and he stopped breathing. Bruce sighed.
We did it! We killed him! Lets go Vance! Lets go- Vance..?
He looked at Vance. And gasped. He covered his mouth, and felt tears form in his eyes. Vance had been attacked by the dog, who apparently broke the chain. He lay down on the floor.
"Vance..? Vance wake up! Vance please! Vance.." he said sobbing. I love you, he said repeatedly. He got up, and grabbed his hand once more. He opened the door, and walked up the stairs, sobbing. He prayed this was just a dream. He walked outside, as news Flanders, ambulances, and police scattered around him. He said,
"the basement. my boyfriend.." he said,
"he's gone."

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That is unfortunately the end of the first part of chapter 9. There will be two versions, where their relationship will have different stories if I maybe wanna make this a go on story. Please tell me if I should! I hope you liked it, even though I know it might be sad.

-stephswritten