𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘞 // 𝘈 𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘠 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘍𝘐𝘊 𝘝𝘈𝘔𝘗 𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘕 𝘟 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘠

𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 - You Better Pray He Listens

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘵!

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The vent was cold, tight. It squealed against my skin, ripping and pulling at my body as its tight squeeze against my sides seemed to hug tighter and tighter, suffocating me. Or maybe that was just me being claustrophobic. My body began to swell and ache as my elbows pulled my body along the vent system, skinning my elbows nearly raw. My breathing echoed against the vents and in that moment I was terrified I breathed too loud, I breathed as unfrequently as I could, watching my skin darken at the lack of oxygen.

I was scared, scared I'd get caught. Scared a student saw me sneak out and the guards are after me as we speak, with pitch forks and torches.

But this isn't for me, is it? This is for you, Finney.

Everything I've done, always for you. Always will be for you.

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Eventually light started glistening against the vents. The light was shallow, dim and as I approached closer and closer, I felt a cool breeze against my fingertips, sending a shiver down my slim spine which I felt crackle and pop as I slithered down the steep vents; the trail, the pathway home. Finney is 'home'. I think I've been scared all my life to admit this, that in fact, Finney is my world.

I could hear noises coming from the other end of the vent, voices; it startled me. It startled me knowing one of those voices could be Finney's, but I shouldn't get my hopes up quite yet, should I? For all I know Finney could be dead, beheaded, even. His head could be on a spike in some sinister room The Headmaster (more than likely) has. A room for his trophies, the room he'd display his fallen victims in. 

I made it to the end of the vent, gazing down at the floor below. It was cold looking, rustic. Stained from what seemed to be blood which sent shivers up and down my whole body, as my anxiety rushed through the cracked ceiling in which sheltered us all. I laid there on the cold metal below my ribcage, praying this blood wasn't Finney's.

And to my great luck, it wasn't his. Because there stood Finney, skinny to the bone, shivering in fear and what was most likely exhaustion. 

"..Robin?" He shuttered, shocked as his body shook from the cold fall night and his red, puffy, exhausted, eyes glistened as it swelled with thick tears.

"Finney, holy shit-fuck." I spat out, which made Finney chuckle quietly. Hah. 'Shit-fuck'.

I quickly slipped out from the vents I laid on, which made me brutally thud to the cold stone floor. I hissed from the pain, as my skinned elbows throbbed and stung way worse than before.

"Are you okay?!" Finney wondered in concern, which made my heart flutter. 

"Yes, I'm okay. Are you?" I replied in not the fullest truth as I lifted myself off from the floor, wiping the dust off of my torn, aged, jeans.

"Holy shit Robin your face-" Finney gasped, I had forgotten what I looked like. I forgotten I was this pale freak. A boy who was cold to the touch, as cold as an ice burg. I forgot the bags under my eyes sagged and darkened. I forgot my teeth were long and sharp, made to kill; to kill people. People like Finney.

But  to kill Finney was never my intention. 

Finney frowned, cupping my face and sighing at the coldness my skin radiated against his fingertips. I jolted, shocked from Finney's gesture as I hadn't felt such warmth in a long, long, while.

"You look like a walking corpse! What happened, Robin?!" He wailed, scared. He was more concerned for my well being than his own. But if only he knew his bold claim wasn't much far from the truth. 

"I have something to tell you, well, a couple things." I sighed, leaning into his touch.

"Okay, but lets sit down first." Finney spoke gently, placing his hand atop my shoulder guiding me to the wall, which we'd sit against as we spoke.

Finney sighed, clutching his hands.

"So what's up?" He asked, gazing into my tired, dead, eyes and then my thin purple lips before glancing back up at my eyes. The fact I had noticed this, rather it was intentional or not, made my mind ecstatic. 

"Hello..?" Finney spat in concern, breaking my foggy bubble of thought.

"Sorry.." I spoke as I jolted up, which he only nodded as a response.

"There's no easy way to explain this all." I trembled, praying he would listen, praying that he would believe this crazy story. Finney sat there, as quiet as a mouse, awaiting for me to just say 'it' already.

"The missing kids.. they aren't actually missing." I muttered, glancing at my dirtied shoes that were messy with mud and grime. Finney parted his lips, about to speak. But he changes his mind, piercing them back together and glancing at my hands, then again, in my eyes. He was scared. He knew it, I knew it, but he gave in, leaning closer, listening to what I had to say.

"They are here."

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A/N

this chapter man.. wow. This chapter was a 2 day process of writing and I am drained from it to say the least.

This chapter was intended to be much longer but I'm tired and I had to get something out so I apologize for the kind of cliffhanger you'll get a chapter picking up exactly where we left off soon hopefully

anyways thank you for all the support and love

gonna go to sleep now

xx