The next day Vance wasn't at school, along with the day after. Slowly the regret of my words set in, and it only worsened as the police lazily posted missing posters around the town with Vance's name and face on all of them. I couldn't help but reread all the big and small words on the poster hoping it would tell me something I didn't know. I was hoping it'd tell me he was okay, but that's not what the posters were ever for. They were for awareness, not for the inevitable closure that we all needed.
As I sat on my bike after school, staring at the black and white poster, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Vance's mother. "Hey, kiddo," she softly patted my shoulder, "I miss him too."
I felt that sickening feeling fall upon me and tears welling up in my eyes. "At least he knows you love him," I told her with a shaky voice. She laughed through tears as well. I don't think Vance ever told her about my cruel, hurtful words, and I wasn't going to tell her now that she lost her son. She didn't need to know the pain I could see in his eyes as I spout out how he should've been like his mother.
"He'll come back and it'll all be okay," Vance's mother told me through tears, though it just sounded like she was assuring herself more than me. I could tell she was just devastated by his disappearance, and I'd like to say I was too.
"Go home, kid," she told me, rubbing my shoulder. I nodded, listening to her instructions as that's the least I could do for her. I just couldn't wait for Vance to get back so I could apologise profusely to him, tell him how much I loved him and how sorry I was. Though, in the back of my mind I knew he probably wouldn't come back. It had already been almost 48 hours since he actually went missing, so it wasn't likely he was still alive.
The memory of me yelling at Vance replayed in my mind. All day and all night it was all I could think about. And just a week later I was taking a bike ride to calm myself down before baseball, which I was surprisingly still allowed to do even after my repeat fights with Luke.
As I was riding I noticed a van taking a similar route as me, but I didn't think anything of it. Van. Vance. I hated hearing anything remotely close to his name right now. I still missed him, and I wondered when I would get over grieving. I've seen people who only grieved for a week or two, but others stayed grieving forever.
The van was black as well. Black was on of Vance's favorite colors.
On the side of the van was the word 'Abracadabra'. Vance didn't think magic was cool and never trusted magicians, but I always countered him with questions on how they would be able to do magic in front of us without anyone noticing it being fake. He could never answer and I would always laugh at him for it.
Before I could think about him anymore the van sped up, ramming into me and knocking me off my bike. I stood up, thankfully barely hurt, and walked up to the guy who just got out of his car. "What the hell, ma-" he cut me off by shoving a towel over my face. Something on the towel made me feel incredibly sleepy and I slowly closed my eyes into darkness.
When I awoke I was in a creepy old basement that reeked of death. Slowly the fact I had been kidnapped set in and I freaked out. I screamed and screamed to no avail. The man who took me told me nobody would be able to hear me from down here and that really made everything feel hopeless.
As the days followed the man told me he had kidnapped just a few more boys before me. One being griffin, who I forgot about, and another being Vance. Now I really knew everything was hopeless. For some reason as the time went on he would always glance at the phone with an annoyed face, as if it kept ringing and ringing. But i couldn't hear it.
One fateful day I decided to fight back. When he came down with breakfast I used an old bottle and swung it at him. He was started though, and I got a knife to the stomach, and then the shoulder, and lastly the chest. As I laid on the floor I had so many thoughts and memories racing through my mind.
Was anyone going to even miss me?
I know poor Vance had to slowly die thinking I hated him and now I could never tell him.
Why did this have to happen to me? To all the other boys?
Why did this sick cruel man take the lives of young boys just for fun and pleasure?
Does he know the pain he's causing?
As I slowly bled out I muttered the same thing. "Why? Why? Why?" Tears rolled down my face as my body numbed and I could barely think anymore. Just, "why? Why? Why?"
Though, I couldn't just let why be my last words, so I spoke with the most strength I could. "I'm sorry to everyone for everything. I loved you, Vance."
———
The end muhahaha
Go read my other stories pls
YOU ARE READING
Caught (completed) - brance
Fanfiction!MODERN AU! When Bruce Yamada starts to hang around Vance Hopper he tries to keep it secret, but of course, people start to catch on. But what happens when they get caught? Told from Bruce's perspective!!
