Deep Brown Eyes (Ethan Landry x reader)

Welcome to Act 3

The Ghostfaces' shrine, or the worst place were the final could take place. Being chased by monsters while being surrounded by their relics. Ironic, isn't it?
I found myself clutching my wounded side as I just witnessed Chad get repeatedly stabbed to death by two Ghostfaces. Tara and Sam ran away but I was stuck here. Frozen. When one of the Ghostface started charging towards me at full speed, my feet finally decided to let me flee. From the corner of my eye, I caught the other one grabbing his arm. I did not have the time to wait and ponder. I ran even further. Seeing Sam and Tara, between detective Baily and Kirby. All guns drawn, ready to shoot.

My head started spinning, probably from the loss of blood. That's when a shot rang through the room. All fell silent. I tried to see what was happening, but my vision was becoming even more blurry. I had to sit, willingly or not. I felt my legs shaking and slowly give out underneath me. I slid my body down a pillar. That's when I saw Kirby's body lying down a little bit further. Another sob escaped my lips. I tried to wipe the tears escaping my eyes. My eyes travelled from the sisters to detective Baily. I could not hear clearly what was being said. My ears were ringing, both from the wound and from the shot.

Suddenly, two ghostly faces appeared on either side of him.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

It was him. We were fucked. We were dead. I thought back to when I told Anika we'd see each other on the other side. Well, I wasn't so wrong now. I let out a mixture between a sob and a chuckle. This made the five faces across the room turn their heads towards me.

"So, aren't you going to tell us who the fuck you are, mmh?" taunted Sam. Everybody turned their attention back to the girl. Everybody except one Ghostface.

I felt my stomach turn. I knew that gaze. I knew it all too well. All emotions disappeared from my face in a second. He reached behind his head and brought it back forward, taking the mask with it.

All air left my body.

My mind stopped working. I could feel my heart breaking into a million pieces, my stomach turning, the bile rising. Ethan looked back at me. Regret flowing from his eyes.

I was crying, repeating to myself that I was in a nightmare and that I would wake up. I probably looked mad. I was mad. I was on the verge of death and I could not die in blissful innocence. No, I had to suffer even in the last moments. had to be betrayed.

Tara and Sam were crying. Seeing their friend lose themselves like that was as bad as watching them die in front of their eyes.

You saw movements, someone approaching, a mop of red hair in front of you. Your eyes were focused on the back, on the glistening eyes of the only person you've ever trusted. The only person you loved more than anything. The only person who played with your feelings and your sanity until the end.

"Goodnight, y/n" you heard being whispered in your ear. Your eyes remained fixated on Ethan. That is when you felt the cold metal plunging in your abdomen again, a gasp escaping your lips. You saw a single tear escape your lover's eyes. He didn't even have the courage to say anything nor do it himself. Coward.

With that last thought, you mind faded to black and your vision blurred before turning black.

That was the first time I was ready to die.

First came the noise, then the smell, the vision and finally the pain. My mind was faltering from conscious to unconscious.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry you don't even realize. You did not have to die. Wrong place, wrong time. There was nothing I could have done. They had to pay. But you didn't."

Your eyes focused on Ethan's face. His cheeks were wet of tears. He had blood dripping from his mouth. He was laying down next to you, his curly hair sticking to his forehead because of a mixture of blood and sweat.

Your heart ached, it ached because of Anika and for everyone who suffered because of him. But deep down you knew that it also ached because you still loved him. You knew, but you could not fight your feelings. Not right now, not like that. You reached for his hand, bloody, two persons in love, on the verge of death, how ironic. Your other hand felt the space around your legs and found what you were looking for.

"I'm sorry, I love you Ethan. I always will." You whispered, sobbing. Each shake of your body making blood seep out of your wound. You felt your grasp with reality falter, but you needed to do that. For her.

"I love you Ethan, so much. But I also loved Anika, and you killed her."

With the last words escaping your mouth, you plunged the sharp glass on his side using the last of your strength. Every single sound was muffled by your laboured breathing and your cries. You couldn't do anything except locking eyes with the gasping boy in front of you. You felt yourself slip away from consciousness while looking at him. Those deep brown eyes. It felt as if he was reading my whole soul. No words were exchanged. Words were needless here.

That was the first time I wanted to die.