Nick was always [Y/N]'s clutch, always there for each other in the midst of tragedy. But once Nick addiction pursued and [Y/N]'s didn't, she chose to prioritize herself. Upon the end of the world, they found themselves doing what they always used...
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~~Kill me or I'll kill you~~
Chapter 15
A light knock at my door garnered my attention. I let out a "come in." I dried my now clean, wet hair. I felt infinitely better without all the blood and dirt caked onto my skin. Nick opened the dorm peeking his head around the door. He was still covered in his blood 'war-paint'.
"God you smell like death." I scrunch my nose. Somehow I still found him exceptionally hot, even if you could smell him from across the boat. Ah the effects of being in love.
"Why and how did you get covered in blood anyways?"
"Camouflage." His eyes lit up as he answered. "[Y/N]. I can walk among them. They don't even know I'm there." I was shocked.
"Why-"
"I felt... peaceful. Powerful. I wasn't scared. I just knew I wasn't going to die." His white smile contrasted with the darkened blood. It covered every inch of his body, excluding the space around his eyes.
"That's- I'm not going to lie, that fucking strange that you figured that out. But it could probably get us out of a tight spot if need be." I scratched my head, both weirded out and impressed.
"Oh- Um. Strand. He cut those people free. I just thought I should tell you-"
"WHAT." I pushed past Nick making a beeline directly for the cockpit.
"{Y/N]! Stop it." Nick ran after me, grabbing my arms before I made it to the deck. "I know you want to help them. I do too. But is it really worth the fight if it's already done?"
"We can't keep letting people die, Nick. If he's able to disregard other people's lives so easily, what makes you think he won't do the same to us?" I tore my arm from his grip, continuing up the stairs.
"He's our friend. I thought you guys got along?" He followed behind me.
"Yeah. When booze is involved." I turned to face Nick, "He is not my friend."
I had a history of associating with the wrong people. I refused to let that cycle repeat itself, but in this case we were kind of stuck with Victor. We relied heavily on his promise, we had nothing and nowhere else to go. I hated being so helpless in a situation like this. I had to at least talk to the man.
I stormed into the cockpit, disregarding Nick's pleas. He was only trying to keep the peace, which only pissed me off more. Strand stood in his usual spot, hunched over the control panel of the boat.
"Mhm." I cleared my throat attempting to get his attention. He turned around slowly, his face showing clear distaste for my presence. "Why did you cut them free?"
"Care for a drink?" He dismissed my question.
"STRAND. Why? Did. You. Cut. Them. Free?" If it were possible, I was sure steam would be coming from my head.
