In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 45-

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song of this chapter is mother&father by broods.

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[cry's pov]

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So, I went out early in the morning. 

Yeah, I did it to take care of business myself. 

This isn't a bad decision, I keep repeating over and over. When I get home, I kiss Felix up against a wall and- 

...

Censored thoughts, Cry. Censored thoughts. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, making a turn into Felix's old neighborhood, where he and his adoptive parents live. The thought that I can get some booty when I get home makes me drive on. 

Jake is first on the list. Maybe the only one, because I don't think I'm able to take down Ken. I tried once, and it didn't work. So I'm going have to try and manipulate something so he'll die, just like he's been doing to me all these years.

You hear that, bastards? I'm coming for you.

I stop the car a little bit down the street and get into the house by the backyard. I parquor (quite amazingly, I might add) over the fence and land on two feet, without falling. Sneaking up to the house, I slowly open the back door. Unlocked. Strange, I thought he would have known better. 

When I really start to look, the first thing I notice is all of the blood. 

I step in a puddle of it and it soaks my shoes. Frowning, but still staying silent, I take out my gun with a silencer and step over the puddles. Crying is coming from the living room. 

"Hello?" I say. My voice seems like it echos. "Who is there? Respond or I shoot." 

"Cry?" Jake. It's Jake crying. "Is that you? Come in here."

Sometimes I forget my enemies are humans too, though they don't really seem like it. My gun still pointed and ready to shoot, I walk in the living room. The barrel of the gun immediatley finds the place between Jake's eyes. But when I again notice the sea of blood that covers the room, I lower it a little. If Felix was here, he'd say something about how it was the time of the month. That's the only thought that keeps me grounded. Surprisingly. 

Jake is sitting the middle of the room, legs up to his chest. He looks very young and old at the same time, kneeling in front of his dead wife's body.

I lower the gun even more. 

"What happened here?" I ask slowly, snapping my fingers to get his attention. He stares at me blankly, and I get a weird thought rising up from my consciousness.

(looks a lot like you)

"Ken killed her. He said he wouldn't, but he did." Jake clenches his fists. "That fucking bastard killed her, because she overheard our conversation. Because she knew too much." He chockes on his words. "And I... And I let him."

"I'm sorry," I say, emotionless, bringing the gun up again. Picturing Nate's face, my finger starts to pull the trigger-

"Stop, please. I have to say a few things." Sighing, I lower it again. Looks like I won't be getting out of this without some emotional trauma. 

"What?"

"Cry, I'm your father."

I barely blink.

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying!" He screams, banging his fists against the ground. "Cry, I'm your dad, and Amy was your mom. She was so beautiful, so willing to give you a chance even when you were younger and we could tell that you would turn into me. She was the most wonderful person in the world, and I ended up helping to kill her. How ironic, I killed her. I killed the one person I had ever really loved in this world." I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. "The similarities, you're so much like me while little Nate always took after his mother. She was a kind woman, but we knew from the very start that you'd turn out this way, like I did. Amy refused to believe it, she wanted to love you, to set you right. I didn't agree. I didn't want a mini-me... so... I-" He breaks down into sobs. I drop the gun and run over to him, grabbing the front of his shirt and hoisting him up.

"Slow. The. Fuck. Down." Jake nods and I drop him. "Now repeat."

"I never was a part of Felix's life. Never really appointed as his step dad, I took no part in the adoption or anything. I-" He coughs and spits. "I never really loved Felix. Or the woman in front of me, although I like to pretend to. I was set here to watch him, to manipulate him, not care for him. You were the only kid I could ever feel proud of, Cry. You're my true son. I hate you for that. Your brother, he never did anything to amount to the things you did. Only you. And I hate you for that. I've never hated anybody more. Felix was never even related to me, I can't even call him my step-son. Nobody but you." One step back, then two. I pick up the gun slowly. 

"If you feel proud of me then I must have gone seriously wrong." He grins a psychopathic grin.

"No, no. In the way we live, the only right thing is the wrong thing." Jake stands up, and steps over his falsely created wife's body. "Can you really say the right thing is to shoot me Cry? Can you? Can you? Canyoucanyoucanyou?" I clench my fists around the gun, and he steps closer.

(shoot)

(shoot)

(why aren't you SHOOTING)

"I can't do this," I say to myself, as I pull the trigger. Jake stands rigid for a second, looking confused. An apology bubbles at my lips, but I can't spit it out through the choked sobbing sounds. It's like there is another me inside, one telling me to stop crying, to stop being a baby. Trying to make me proud of my actions.

It's like I'm not even in control of what I do. It's like someone is making all the decisions of my life, and there's nothing I can do. Collapsing to my knees, I try to make myself stop making those god damn noises. The gun makes no sound, just like the shot, when it hits the floor. 

"I... knew you would pull... the trigger." Looking up into the eyes of my dying father, I gag and turn around, and puke on the carpet. He lets out a hoarse laugh, blood pouring from the wound in his chest. "You really are... my son."

Jake dies smiling. 

It takes me a while to stand up, and when I do I nearly sit back down again.

This wasn't what I expected.

I didn't want this.

The blood is everywhere. Stumbling out of the room, I turn on the stove, and anything else that would start a fire. Walking out, I hear a spark. As I hop over the fence, still making unwanted choked noises, I see flickers of shadows dance across the wall from the kitchen window. The kitchen is on fire. 

Landing on the other side, I stumble, grabbing at my heart.

I wasn't planning on this. Feeling this.

(remorse)

Taking deep breaths, I stand for a moment and listen to the fire alarm that starts to go off. 

Once the noises within me quiet, I head for home.