Tear You Apart [Harrington Triplets] [scream AU]✔️

Chapter 7

Scott Duran was killed outside his work. It had been almost two months since the last death, and the police had almost given up and called it a cold case, until they found Scott dead behind a Wendy's. Though no one reported seeing the masked figure, it was still investigated as one of the Black Ghost's victims. The public had calmed down a little, and the police decided not to release any information, or even inform the public of Scott's death, much to the families dismay.

If you've made it this far, you're probably beginning to fear the brothers, and for good reason. The Harrington's are often described as heartless, cruel monster's. Some say they were born without the ability to feel emotions such as love, regret and guilt. Others say they are simply psychopaths. The families of the victims say they are like demons, who climb from the earth and spread death and sorrow, without mercy or remorse, like a dark plague. Like black ghosts.

~Two month timeskip~

Kurt stalked the group of teenagers, a smirk on his face. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" one girl asked. Her words were slurred, and she was leaning on another guy's shoulder, unable to walk on her own. Most of them were pretty drunk, and they were falling right into keys' trap. They rounded a corner and found themselves in an alleyway.

"I thought you said the dealer was supposed to be here? This is just a dirty alley." a different girl complained, kicking a trash bag. "I'm sure it was here." The guy who had led them here checked the text on his phone. Another text chimed on his phone, and his eyes widened. 'Men are so simple and yield so readily to the desires of the moment that he who will trick will always find another who will suffer to be tricked. A quote from Niccolo Machiavelli, I believe' he turned around slowly, and realized that they were trapped. A man in black robes and a white ghost face mask blocked the ally. There was no escape.

There were five kids in the group, and Kurt was shaking with excitement. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and threw it, hitting the main boy right in the forehead, blood instantly pouring down his face. He fell to the ground, and the rest of the kids screamed. He pulled a second knife from his other sleeve and hit a different kid in the heart, laughing as the other kids backed into the corner in fear. He pulled one of his knives out of the kids forehead, walking slowly towards the last three kids. "Are you afraid?" he asked quietly, and the kids nodded, and one started crying."Good." Before the kids could reget their bearings, he pounced, swiftly snapping one kid's neck and stabbing the other in the chest, twisting the knife so they screamed and cried. Then there was one. He pulled the knife out of the heart of the other kid, watching the last girl, the one who had kicked the trash bag. "please... " she whimpered. "please what?" he smirked. "Please don't kill me..." he just chuckled and shook his head. "It's too late, I've already made up my mind. And once I make up my mind, you can not change it." He grabbed the girl by the hair and slit her throat, her blood splattering on his mask.once she was dead, he took out his gun and shot them each in the forehead, and then collected his weapons and disappeared into the darkness. By the time the police showed up, he was long gone.

When he arrived at home, he was so excited to tell his brothers he didn't bother to change, just ran into the kitchen with a grin. He was still holding the bloody mask in one hand and a knife in the other, and he was grinning. "You guys won't believe how awesome that was. I stabbed like three of them, and the last girl looked terrified..." he trailed off. "Why are you all looking at me like that? Did I grow a second head or something?" he chuckled nervously. Keys flicked his eyes to Oscar, who was sitting beside him, his eyes wide and his mouth in a shocked O. "Oh. Oops." he quickly hid the mask behind his back, chuckling again. ""I'm gonna...go..." Oscar tried to run out the door, but Steve blocked his way out. "You aren't going anywhere." he crossed his arms. Oscar panicked, looking back at Kurt, who also looked afraid. "No...you can't..." he looked at keys, then at Steve, then, finally, Oscar. "You wouldn't..." he swallowed. "It's the only choice." Keys sighed, standing up."No... please..." he begged softly. "We want this even less than you Kurt, but you knew this would happen." Steve took a step toward Oscar, who was too scared to speak, slowly backing him into a corner. "No! Please... he won't tell anyone, I promise!" Kurt sobbed as Keys joined Steve, a sad frown on his lips. "I'm sorry Kurt. I hope you'll forgive us." Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as Oscar screamed, and then abruptly fell silent as Steve snapped his neck. He sobbed as they stepped away, and he kneeled beside his lover's body. "It was quick, painless, I promise." Keys whispered, squeezing Kurt's shoulder before they both left him to mourn, whispering to each other.

Kurt fell asleep beside Oscar's body, and when he woke up, he was gone. "Can we at least have a funeral?" he asked quietly. "Alright, we have to burn him, are you sure you wanna be there?" Steve asked him. "Ya, he deserves that." he looked away. He was angry with his brothers, but he did not resent them. They were doing what they had to to survive, and they could have risked everything by keeping Oscar alive. So that night, they drove to a field 100 miles out of town, building a pile of logs and sticks and covering it with gasoline. Kurt gently placed Oscar's body on top, kissing him on the forehead. "May his soul rest in peace and may this funeral free him of all his sins." The three brothers took hands as Steve spoke calmly and with purpose, shutting his eyes. "May he rest in peace." his brothers repeated, and a tear rolled down Kurts cheek. "Keys," Steve nodded. The eldest triplet took a match out of his pocket, lighting it and letting it burn for a moment, and they all watched the smoke drift with the wind as the sun set. He threw the match into the pile, and after a few seconds, the pile went up in a blaze, and they took hands again. "Goodbye Oscar, my love. I never meant for it to end this way, and I hope you can forgive me." Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat, wiping fresh tears from his eyes. They watched the smoke rise, as the sun disappeared behind the mountains in the distance. "It will get better, I promise." Steve whispered. They all shared a group hug, and then Steve got the beer and sparklers out of the truck, turning on his stereo. and they spent the night drinking and dancing and celebrating all that Oscar was, and smiling instead of crying. Because that's how Harrington's mourned. They partied.

have a good day :)