fine without you || skephalo

pub.

Darryl has a toothpick in his mouth, he chews it time to time. "You know, it was really just a joke." His best friend Alex tells him.

"No it's not! He always does this- he always acts like this." The brunette grumbles. "That's because he likes to joke around Bad." Alex retorts as Darryl mutters something to the bartender before mumbling a 'thank you' as the bartender trickles away with his order.

"Whatever. I'm staying mad at him until he apologises." Darryl frowned. The conversation goes silent and Darryl then receives his beer. "I thought you didn't drink." Alex nudges Darryl's elbow with his shoulder. "It's a big night. I can let it slide just for today." The older one replies, "Besides, one drink won't hurt."

Alex hums in response before he hears yelling and screaming from outside. The two immediately turn their head around to look.

People fall onto their knees with their arms behind their back. One of the people are digging deep inside their pockets in the hopes for something, anything.

"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND. NOW!!" The individual with a gun in his hand yells, making his way into the pub. His face is covered but all you can see is his dark mousy hair swept to the side and the glint in his dark coloured eyes.

Alex and Darryl jump out of their seats and get on their knees, putting their arms up in the air as the anonymous man looks around the whole pub. The bartenders working are crouching behind the counter, they left all the money on the counter for the man to grab and leave.

But he doesn't.

Instead he starts shooting people one by one. Alex looks at Darryl. Tears rolling down their cheeks.

A woman on the far left gets shot 4 times in the chest. She yells in pain with her hand over the wound. Dark red blood is spilling all over the hard wooden floor, a puddle forms around her lifeless body.

Is this really happening? Darryl thinks, he imagines how his whole fandom would react, how his parents and siblings would react. He can't leave this all behind.

2 more people get shot

"What if i'm next..?" Darryl mumbles to himself. His best friend over hears him, "You aren't just stay qui-"

BOOM!

Alex falls on his back. His eyes rolling onto the back of his head. 5 more shots are done to his stomach.

Darryl wants to cry and scream in agony, but he can't. He has to stay silent and not move. The man grabs the cash on the counter and scans the room before he reloads his gun with more pistols.

The brunette takes a quick glare at his friends unconscious body.

Don't make a noise

Don't move

Be careful

Everything's gonna be alrigh-

There goes the gun.

Darryl falls head first, covering his stomach with his hand. Oh god. Oh God.

Blood is spewing out the wound. His mind is foggy and his vision turns into a blur. He can't think, he can't yell for help. Everything is disappearing and shifting.

He opens his mouth to yell but also comes out is one word.

"Zak"

He mutters under his breath weakly. The amount of blood in his body is lessening and he is slowly losing consciousness.

He hears the sound of high pitched ringing before the entire universe turns pitch black.