The List (collaboration)

Chapter fifty

~Mike POV~
I look at the location of the tracker a few hours and I put in on Colby. The screen takes a bit to load and Elton walks in I turn to face him in my office chair "Где он?" "Жду, пока он загрузится." I look back at the screen and it's flash a red warning tab reading "no known location" "Ебать!" Elton walks over and shoves the chair with me in it out of the way, looking at the screen. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He yells. "I don't know how, he didn't notice I put it on him!" "Cole probably took his hoodie off and saw it or his little cunt of a boyfriend saw it." "Probably the latter of the two." "Probably, now we have to figure out what to do." "Check the last location." I took back over to the computer and check the last updated location. "A smoke shop." "Dammit! Next time Cole comes over, send people in the air to follow him. We need Sam alive, kill Cole. We need that money." "Will do."

~Colby POV~
Sam comes in and lays on top of me, looking like hes internally panicking. I turn my music down and close my sketchbook, moving it to a table next to me, along with the pencil. Give in, you can't be mad at him forever. Shut up! You've gone soft, go to bed. SHUT UP! As I yell at the voice in my head dont realize I picked up the pencil again, holding it tightly in my hand. Envisioning myself stabbing it into my temple. You know you want me gone. Do it. No, I'm not giving in. I've got a life here, even if it's not great. But you want to end it, you want me gone. Life or not. I know everything in your head, even the thoughts you try to push away, you want everything over with but you don't want to hurt Sam. Even though you know he's not yours, you want him to yourself, you're selfish, it's all, what's best for Colby? Here's a thought that might work, take a break, let me control for a little bit. I'm not your puppet! Oh but you are, think about it, all these nightmares, every time you kill somebody, it's all me. C'mon, max is a week. Deal? You hurt Sam, I'll kill you. Remember the rules. You fuck up even a little bit, I come back. Fine. Then fuck it. Be nice. I make no promises. I black out but this time it's different, it not like a switch, I feel myself lose all control and all power drain from myself. I feel like I'm in the passenger seat.

~The voice~
"Finally" I whisper, careful to not wake Sam up. We put the pencil back and wrap our arms around Sam, noticing how easy it would be to kill Sam like this. Don't you fucking dare! I'm not, I'm not, just thinking. Think all you want but don't do it, just go to bed or something. I do feel tired, weird. You've never stuck around long enough to feel tired. We shrug, turn off the stereo that was playing the music and close our eyes, falling into a light sleep. Waking up at every movement, on guard as usual.

~Two hours later~
We wake up noticing sams still not up. He's just tired. No he over worked himself. You need to keep a closer eye on him if you want this to work, you can't be a naïve fool. Take a harder look, theres paint on him, quite a bit too, showing he was doing it for a while. Doing what? Painting dumbass. Oh. And he was gone for a while, probably with the panics like Mike said. Fuck mike. You probably would. Shut up, no I wouldn't. That's disgusting. I could kill him since I'm in control. No. Awe why not? Because, knowing you if you're pissed enough and get into your bloodlust you'll end up hurting Sam. I won't be in the house, never am when I'm like that. Because I force us out of here. Whatever, where the vape? Pillow. Thanks. You're welcome. We reach behind the pillow and grab the vape, ice mint. Please be good. We take a nice long hit and exhale the vapor. Good? Yes Colby, it's good now shut up. You never shut up. Because I have nothing else to do but read your nasty thoughts and they're all the same. I guess. Exactly, suffocate in your thoughts and shut up. He finally shuts up. We grab our phone. One more thing. What? What's your password? Use the Face ID dude. Shit you right. We swipe up and the Face ID lets me in. We go to the first game we see, cryptogram. (Not sponsored) we play that for an hour or two, sam still sleeping, Colby not saying anything. We move sam off us carefully and get up, having to use the bathroom. We go to the bathroom and do what we need to. We wash ours hands and look in the mirror. "God you're ugly cole. Wheres that makeup you used to use?" Back at mikes. "Great. Lets go." NO! We leave the bathroom, going to the room, putting our shoes on and grab our phone and vape before heading to the entrance of the bunker. LET ME BACK IN CONTROL! No I get my week of control unless I hurt Sam. Or fuck up! I'm not fucking anything up now am I? No but stop! I'm in control, I have more power than you, I exist out of pent up rage and- NO! You and I both know it's true. I hear a sigh from colby and we leave. We hop in the car and start it, we plug our phone into the aux and shuffle our playlist and start driving to the base. After about 30 minutes of driving we show up. We kick the door in and hear multiple people running and guns cocking. We run upstairs since they're all coming from downstairs. We sit and watch as they all go to the door, seeing it kicked in and our car. We hear Elton yell for them to sweep the house for us. We smirk. We see Mike and griffin running upstairs, we book it up the next flight to the third floor. We run to our old room and grab our makeup and some eyedrops, we hear mike run up and he sees us. "COLE!"  We chuckle. "Try again" "wha-" we run behind mike, put him into a chokehold, kicking his knee in. He drops to the floor and drops the gun. We grab the gun and shoot him in both knees, hearing them shatter, Mike grunting in pain. We hear more footsteps rushing up both flights of stairs and mikes door open and sams voice. "COLBY! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" We look at him. "What I had to, hoe." We shove everything in our pockets and run to a window, jumping out of it. We climb onto the roof and jump onto mikes car roof, crushing it, twisting my ankle. We feel a slight pain but it feels too far away. Do you not feel pain?! Is that why I'm never aching after you bring me back?! Is that why you can do this shit?! Adrenaline. It helps. I ignore Colby we slide off the car, running to ours. We jump in and speed away, about 5 minutes into the drive we hear cop sirens. Every time. SHUT UP AND DRIVE! A cop tries to stop us by ramming into us, we ram them back right on the tire, causing them to spin out. We speed up faster, cops trailing behind us. Thank god this is a cop car. We speed all the way back to the bunker, losing the cops before we got near. We hide the car in some big bushes and run to the entrance to the bunker, rushing in and locking it shut completely. My ankle is fucked!! What the fuck do I do?! Relax, you know you can fix this with some ice and staying off it right? Then go get some ice and lay back down! I am. We limped over to the fridge and grab an ice pack before going back to our room.

~three hours later~
We've been playing on our phone, sitting on the bed, back against the wall with ice pack on our ankle while the adrenaline was calming down and Sam next to us. Causing us to be tired as fuck, we lay down and put Sam on top of us once more, just as carefully as we took him off.   We go back to sleep, mind quiet and empty, minus us two. We end up going into deep sleep like an idiot.

~9 hours later~
We wake up startled. HOW LATE DID WE SLEEP?! We grab our phone and look at the screen time, 9 hours with no screen time. SHIT! What? It's not that serious, sams still here and we would've known if someone broke in. We're fine. We needed the sleep dude. Still! Is Sam up?! No. Hasn't moved. Is he alive? Check his pulse. I can feel his breathing, he's fine. Are you sure?! Yes! We grab our phone and unlock it, Just now noticing the home screen wallpaper changed. He's so cute. Don't you fucking dare. I'm just saying. We feel movement and we look down and Sams eyes flutter open. "Good morning darling." We say as we lock our phone and put it down. Sam sits up tiredly, we look at his face, studying his features, noticing his cheeks and the tip of his nose have a slight pink tinting to them. "What time is it?" He asks softly, sounding a bit tired, as he just woke up. "11:45." "Holy shit, that's the longest I've ever slept." "It's okay darling, you needed it." Sam looks us in the eyes. Stay calm, he's not challenging you. Sam moves his head to look at our eyes in a different angle. Sam straightens up and tenses up, watching our every move, overly alert. "Relax darling, I'm not going to hurt you." Sam ignores us and continues watching our every move. "Listen, Colby and I made a deal, I don't hurt you and I don't fuck anything up and I'm in control for a week." Sam relaxes and rolls his eyes, we chuckle "you've  never had a proper introduction of me, I'm the little voice in his head, I'm the one who does all the violence. I cause the nightmares and all dark thoughts. I don't really have a proper name though, Colby never gave me one." Sam avoids eye contact "Cole should work. Since your definitely not the nickname type of person. And you have your entire life to be an asshole dude so how about you take the day off?" We hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I wasn't planning on it. I'm planning on being civil for once, calm down darling." Sam rolls his eyes and gets up, going to his room. We hit the vape and hear the bathroom door close and the shower starting. We get up, grab the ice pack and limp to the kitchen, putting the ice pack back in the freezer and getting some water.

Translations:
где он?- where is he?
Жду, пока он загрузится- I'm waiting for it to load
Ебать- Fuck