Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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(A/N: I decided to update even thought you guys didn't meet my goal I set. ☹)

BECKY'S POV

"Okay, okay." Andreas chants to himself, "What else did I need to clear up before I kill you..." He trails off.

"Why?" I ask him tiredly.

"Oh, yes! The 'Why' portion of the monologue." He replies, "Well, I think we all know why..." He trails off.

"I don't." I mumble.

"You are the 'why', Becky. That's why I did all of this. That's why I'm doing this. It's all because of you. Because I love you." He smiles wickedly at me.

"I will never love you." I snap at him.

"You will learn to love me or else your friends will die." He says angrily.

"Could you at least come up with original material?" I say sarcastically.

"Can we just get on with this?" Michael groans. Andreas points the gun to him, but Mikey doesn't flinch.

"You're lucky I need you people as collateral." He grumbles and puts his gun down.

"Why else did you do this?" I ask him, "Well, besides being an obsessive lunatic." I add.

"I'm doing this for power." He smiles, "Once I've taken over the southern states and the west coast I will continue taking on the rest of the country. After that, no one will stop me from taking on the rest of the world. And even if they'd try I would use the program on them." He answers. My stomach drops two floors.

"That's why you were after it all this time. That's your fallback." I whisper to myself.

"There you go! Now you've got it! Beautiful and smart; I love that in a woman." He sighs happily.

"There's something else, isn't there?" Austin asks.

"Oh, yeah. I helped my dad kill your parents." He says to me. I feel my eyes start to water, "Oh, and yours too." He says to Austin. Austin squirms angrily in his seat.

"You twisted mother-" I'm cut off by one of the copies smacking me across the face.

"Don't swear at daddy." She says.

"Aw, sweetie. Thanks for standing up for daddy, but-" He points to gun to her head, "She means more to me than anyone in this room. So-" He finishes his sentence by pulling the trigger. I hear the body of the copy fall to the floor with a loud 'thud'.

"See, Becky? I would kill for you. Tell me anyone you want in the room to be killed and I will happily end their life." He smiles while threading his hand through my messy hair.

"How about yourself?" I ask him nicely with a snide smile on my face.

"I can't do that one, sorry." He replies. I pout.

"I thought you said you loved me." I whine.

"I do love you!" He shouts. He puts his gun to his head. I feel my heart race. He pulls the trigger, but instead of a bullet it gives him a hard 'click'.

"Fuck." He mumbles to himself and replaces the mag, "I can't believe I almost did that." He grins.

Neither can I.

"I love you very, very much, Beck. I nearly gave you my life." He says. I feel a copy restraint my arms behind the chair, "I love you so much." He utters. He cups my face in his hands. I try to move my head out of his grasp, but he tugs mine face towards his. He kisses be and while he does he shoves his tongue down my throat. I bite down hard and he quickly disconnects his face from me.