Chris Mitchell gazed down at his handcuffed and bloodied hands.
The two men- two detectives, who sat in front of him had no other option but to restrain the boy during his emotional outburst.
Earlier this morning, Chris Mitchell was escorted from his friend Derek's home at an ungodly hour, only to receive the unbearable news of his parents' untimely deaths.
Too many emotions consumed him.
Grieve, pain, anger, and regret.
Chris couldn't help but wonder if his decision to bail on his parents to meet up with his friends instead had been a mistake. Perhaps, had he joined his parents instead, he could have prevented their tragic fate, he could have been there for them.
"H-how..." Chris cleared his throat and tried to find his voice. "H-how..and who?" He raised his head and looked at the two detectives sitting across from him, in the investigation room.
One of the two detectives cleared his throat. "We,..we don't know yet who--"
"HOW-" Chris snapped, "how did they die?!"
Detective Nolan glanced at his partner and then looked back at the mess of a boy in front of him. "They were...Shot."
That's all he needed to hear, Chris's mind raced back to the footage he saw.
The Tapes.
He knew no good came from those tapes, he loathed himself for picking up that camera.
His parents are dead and it's all his fault.
"Uhh, dude I thought supposed to be on your way to your--"
Chris Mitchell got into the car of his best friend; Derek, after school was over.
"Camping can wait, we have more important things to talk about remember the--"
Derek slammed his head on the wheel and let out a long sigh. "Yes, we get it, AGAIN with the stupid tapes..."
Chris rolled his eyes and threw his backpack in the backseat. "Just fucking go, I'll text the others." He said. As he kept looking around, trying to shake the feeling he has been experiencing recently, the feeling of being.. watched.
Chris Mitchell and his friends gathered at Derek's house after school, inside their friend's bedroom they all sat there eyes on their friend, Chris; who wouldn't stop pacing around the room.
"Guys I think Chris broke down .." said one, Dylan. "Nah, he's just going through a phase," said Derek, laying on his bed and going through his phone.
"Isn't that what your mom said, Brandon? Hahah-" Ethan joked, a book was thrown at him by Brandon. A fight was about to break when the pacing figure paused.
"GUYS, I've been telling you I might be the witness to a murder- murders!? a fucking murder and all you do is make fun of me- I can end up dead!! I know these men are still out there what if-"
Derek sat up and looked at him, "Jeez Chris, chill man, You're not going to die, okay? Also, I think you're overreacting-"
"You haven't even seen the tapes!?-"
"How do you even know they're real?" Asked Ethan. "Yeah, don't you know much fake bullshit is out there? These types of videos get sold on the net all the time, won't be surprised if someone faked some to get a quick buck" Brandon added.
Derek clapped his hands. "See? There you go! If I were you, I'll just drop it really--"
Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down clinching his hands. "But...I feel like there's something out there- I feel like I'm being....being watched." He said.
"Damn, then you should probably drop the whole thing, it's getting into your head already..." said Dylan, in a concerned tone.
Derek placed a hand on Chris's shoulder. "Yeah, I'm sure it's just your head playing tricks on you- hey you don't have to do something about the stupid tapes okay? You left them back at the motel room so they're not your problem any--"
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Dark Bargains {Creepypasta/Marble Hornets}
Fanfiction. . . 4 years, That was the deal. It was a sacrifice she made willingly, For 4 years, she worked tirelessly, pushing herself to the limits and beyond, even though it meant leaving whatever left behind. There were moments of doubt and desp...
