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what to do when your boyfriend is a serial killer (6)

Jeremwood
Word count: 18285
Chapters: 7

Red.

All Ryan could see was red.

Red from anger. Red from the flames that engulfed his body.

Red from the blood that oozed from the hole in his boyfriends head.

"What the fuck?!" someone screamed. Ryan didn't know who screamed it, but he didn't care. He only had one goal now; kill every single motherfucker that was in that god forsaken building.

"Gavin," Ryan said quietly. The Brit snapped his head to the flaming man, "you and Michael get Ray out of here, and seal all the doors shut. No one enters, no one leaves. Not until I give the okay."

"On it. Do..." Gavin trailed off, "Do you want us to take Jeremy as well?"

Ryan simply shook his head and clenched his fists. Ray slowly stood up and began walking toward the group.

Everyone that wasn't a Fake was stuck in a stunned silence. They couldn't believe their eyes. Ryan was fucking on fire. That was impossible, though. He wasn't burning. It was as if the flames simply danced on his skin and clothes, ready to pounce at his will.

Burnie was the first to snap out of his confusion, and he quickly aimed a gun at Ray, who stopped dead in his tracks.

"Leaving so soon?" Burnie smirked, cocking the gun. Ryan growled.

"If you value that hand, I would suggest putting that gun down," Ryan hissed in a low voice.

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it, Vagabond? I don't know what the fuck this little magic trick is, but it isn't fooling anyone here. Now, if you don't want Ray to have a bullet tear through his skull, you'll-"

Burnie was cut off by his own screams when Ryan was suddenly grabbing his hand with a flaming fist. Burnie's hand charred almost instantly, and he looked at Ryan with fear filled eyes.

"All of you, out. I want to deal with this alone."

"Are you okay, Ray?" Geoff asked as they made it outside. Ray simply nodded, and before he could do anything else, he was pulled into a hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Ray. We all are." Michael whispered, holding Ray tighter.

"We didn't know if we'd ever see you again." Geoff chimed in. They all pulled away, knowing that Ray liked his space.

"You'll have to try harder than that to get ol Ray down." Ray chuckled darkly. "I wish the same could be said for Jeremy."

The 5 fakes were quiet. Ryan was still inside, raining hell onto everyone that worked for the Roosters, whether friend or foe, they all knew that. For what happened to Jeremy, however, the couldn't bring themselves to feel bad.

"Oh shit, you guys don't know." Ray said suddenly. The four people looked at him, confusion apparent on their faces.

"Don't know what?" Jack questioned, beginning to patch up some of Ray's wounds.

"Jeremy, he's like you guys."

The Fakes were quiet a moment.

"That's impossible-"

"A bullet went into his head, he can't be like us-"

"How do you even know-"

"He looked pretty fuckin' dead to me-"

"Well, if you all could stop talking at the same time and let me explain, you would figure things out." Ray rolled his eyes. "Jesus, glad to see my disappearance didn't change you guys at all."

Ray went on to explain everything he could to them. About how Jeremy was following them around since they went to Ryan, how Jeremy found out he was immortal, to being taken by the Roosters and being tested on. The Fakes did nothing to hold back their horror. There was another like them, and they had no idea. And now, they would never get the chance to get to know him. Burnie has succeeded in part of his plan. He figured out how to kill an immortal.

"Gav, Ryan is giving the okay to open the building up." Michael said into the silence. Gavin simply nodded and unlocked all the doors in the building. Not too long after, Ryan stepped outside.

He had a surprising lack of blood on him, due to him burning everything rather than using guns or knives. His body was back to normal at the point, however, and he wore a sad look on his face as he walked toward the group, Jeremy in his arms.

"They're all gone. Let's get to the penthouse." Ryan murmured quietly. Jack nodded, rushing everyone to the car.

The ride back to the penthouse was a long, silent one. Ray kept a supportive hand on Ryan's shoulder as the latter did his best to hold it together. He couldn't help the few tears that escaped as he looked at how peaceful Jeremy looked. If he just covered up Jeremy's forehead, it would look as though he were sleeping.

"I'm so sorry, Jeremy. You were never supposed to get involved in this." Ryan whimpered, holding his boyfriend tighter.

Once they pulled into the parking garage, they were greeted by Mica, Kdin, Matt, Trevor, and Caleb. They all wore solemn looks.

Slowly, everyone got out of the car, Ryan being the last to exit. Caleb walked up and tried to pull Jeremy away from him, but Ryan simply held on tighter. They shared a look before Ryan reluctantly let go of his fallen boyfriend.

"Please, just be gentle with him. He's been through enough." Ryan said softly. Caleb just nodded, and with the help of Matt, carried Jeremy's body into his van, ready to be taken to Caleb's and prepared for a funeral. Mica, Kdin, Matt, Trevor, and Caleb all piled in and drove away, while the main Fakes all went to the penthouse.

Once inside, they all sat in the main room and Ray explained everything to them. How he was taken, why he was taken, and why Jeremy was taken. Ryan was mortified to find out that Jeremy had in fact been immortal, just like him, but he had still been taken away. The love of his life was stolen from him before he had the chance to spend eternity with him.

Ryan got up and went to his old room. It was the same as he left it, untouched by time just as he was. There was a photo of him and Jeremy on the wall, from their first date. Ryan's eyes watered at how happy Jeremy looked. They were at the top of a ferris wheel, and even though Jeremy made it clear that he had a horrible phobia of heights, he felt so safe with Ryan that he wasn't afraid.

And now, Ryan couldn't help but feel responsible for his death.

If Ryan had never become a merc, he would have never joined the Fakes, and maybe, just maybe, Jeremy would be alive. Ryan couldn't help but think of that what-ifs. So many things could have been different, and ended with Jeremy alive and happy.

And yet, Ryan went down the path that ended with Jeremy dead. Ryan would have to live with that for the rest of eternity.

Ryan sobbed more than he ever had before.

Inside of Caleb's house, Jeremy's body sat in a casket while the B team we're planning out a funeral fit for someone as wonderful as Jeremy.

"I can't believe he's gone." Trevor said quietly.

"How did things get so fucked so quickly? He... he was fine yesterday." Matt whispered.

Mica and Kdin remained silent, wishing nothing more than that they had gotten more time to get to know Jeremy. None of them in that room could see Jeremy's body.

None of them saw the bullet wound begin to heal itself.

None of them saw the breath begin to flow through him once again.

None of them saw Jeremy open his eyes.