The summer I died (BRANCE)

Reunited

(Mention of sh and suicidal thoughts)

Bruce had given up. He had lost count on the days. His whole body was weak, and he honestly couldn't take much more of this. He was surprised he hadn't gone crazy from it all. The lack of food, sunlight, and entertainment. His whole life was this basement now. He had tried everything he could think of to try and escape, and nothing worked. He created a name for the creepy masked man. He was now known as 'the grabber' as he had grabbed Bruce that night.

Last night, he came into the room and asked Bruce what he missed most. Bruce answered with his family, friends, and Vance. It wasn't unusual for the grabber to ask Bruce questions, so Bruce was used to it. He also knew that if he didn't answer, the grabber would get angry at him and would punish Bruce in a way he deemed fit, like not feeding him or whipping him til he passed out.

Bruce got woken up by the door opening up and the grabber walking in with a very familiar boy in his arms. He threw the body on the bed next to Bruce. He didn't say anything before leaving the room and locking the door.

He stares at the sleeping boy. He looked peaceful for once. Bruce had missed him so much. He silently hopes this wasn't one of his stupid dreams.

Bruce sits up against the wall and waits for him to wake up.

After a while, Bruce hears a little mummer, and he sits up. He looks around and eventually locks eyes with Bruce.

"Bruce?" He rubs his eyes that were currently stinging like crazy. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening right now.

"Hey Vance." Bruce smiles slightly.

"Ow fuck my eyes hurt."

"Yeah, it will for a bit, just go back to sleep." Bruce instructed but of course Vance didn't listen.

He tried standing up but fell backwards onto the mattress.

"Am I high? You're supposed to be dead."

"Well, I'm alive." Bruce avoided eye contact with the other.

"Why?" His voice sounded hurt.
"Why did you leave the date?"

"You were gone for over twenty minutes. And when I look for you, you're flirting with some random girl." Bruce explains, raising his voice ever so slightly.

"Wait, what? I wasn't flirting with anyone!"

"The first thing you do when you see me is lie?" Bruce scoffs. Vance was unbelievable. It hadn't even been a minute since Vance woke up, and they were already both arguing.

"I ain't lying!"

"Oh, right. Who was that girl then?"

Their bickering gets interrupted by the door opening. They both stare as he walks closer. He had his top half of his mask off so you could see his eyes. His cruel eyes that Bruce wanted to rip out.

"Great, you're awake."

"Fuck off!" Vance snaps.

"Aren't you fiesty." The grabber giggles. He reaches out to touch Vance's face, but Vance moves away.

"Touch me, and I'll cut your stupid face out." He goes to grab his knife from his pocket only to feel nothing. His pockets had been emptied.
"You son of a bitch! Give me back my shit!"

"What's your name?" The grabber asks. Not listening to Vance's demands.

"Fuck you!"

"Vance stop." Bruce spoke up. He didn't want anything bad happening to the blonde.

The grabber looks to Bruce and then back at Vance.

"I think you should listen to your friend Bruce. We wouldn't want you being in any danger now. Would we?" He moves some hair out of Vance's eyes, who had now gone quiet. "Good boy."
He stands up and moves to the door.
"I'll be back later with your food." He locks the door, and Vance stands up successfully this time.