In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 46-

a/n:

LEGEND OF THE BROFIST IS THE BEST GAME EVER AND ITS CONSUMING MY LIFE WITH COMPLETING IT 2K15

ALSO THAT PEWDIECRY PART THO.

once I start watching Felix again I START ACQUIRING HIS ACCENT A LITTLE AND IT'S LIKE I'LL BE TALKING AND JUST STOP............ POODS WTF...............

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now lets leap into this story, brochachos.

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[pewdie's pov]

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I roll over and bury my face into what I think is Cry. I snuggle my face into what I realize two seconds later is cold, and not as comfy as him. It's only his green sweatshirt, with the "sup" on it. Sitting up, feeling a little groggy, I grab the sweatshirt and pull it over my head. Cry must have brought me upstairs, I guess I fell asleep downstairs. I have a horrible headache, too. Opening the door and walking down the long hallways and going down the stairs.

"Hello?" No response. "Nate? Cry?" A door slams downstairs. I walk a little faster and walk into the kitchen in time to see Cry walk through the back door.

"Felix, hi," he says nonchalantly. It would be a lot more convincing if he wasn't covered in blood. "Where's Nate?" He asks, trying to seem normal. I hear his voice crack.

"What the hell happened?" I step toward him and he steps back, avoiding my eyes. "Cry, what's wrong." He's shivering really bad. I take off the sweatshirt and try to give it to him, but he still won't let me anywhere near him. Cry takes a deep breath.

"Felix, I can't do this anymore." I reach out again and he takes another step back, slamming into the wall. "I can't do this. I don't want to do this anymore." His voice cracks and breaks and out of nowhere he's crying in a dry, lifeless way. He sits down, his back sliding down the wall. Blood from his clothes smear onto it. Immediately I move to comfort him.

"It's going to be okay. Just tell me what happened." I kiss him. He doesn't respond to my kiss. He pulls up his shirt a little.

"What do you see?" He asks. His bare chest flashes at me and I'm tempted to say complete sexiness. But I stop myself because I can tell he's serious.

"I don't see anything, except some scars from your last burns." He looks away and puts down his shirt. "Why? What does that have to do with anything?"

"I just killed Jake," He sighs. "It wouldn't have been such a big deal if he..." Cry trails off. "He..."

"He what?" I ask.

"Nevermind." Cry gets up and looks at the wall for a second. I keep staring at him, a little harshly, trying get him to tell me. He won't even look at me.

"Fine. I'll go and see for myself, then." I get up, grab the keys from the counter, and walk away from him. Like I expected, Cry flips out. He grabs my arm and pulls me back. "What?" I snap at him. He flinches away.

"You can't go," he says in a low rasp. "Felix, there's nothing left to go to."

"What are you talking about?" I let him take the keys from me. "Please don't tell me he... my old home... sirens..." I connect the dots. "He killed her, didn't he?" It's only a half question since I already know the answer.

"It was Ken, and it happened before I got there. I'm really sorry." He clenches his fists and closes his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry." Cry repeats it over and over.

"It's not your fault," I say. "I think I'm done with this place. I want to get away."

"I'm afraid," he says. I look up in shock. We've been together for a little while now, and not once have I heard him outright admit to me that he's scared. Our eyes meet and an unspeakable message passes between us.

"Me too," I say. Again, he looks away. "But I think I might know what to do." He still doesn't look at me. Not the response I was hoping for.

"If you're going to say leave town, we can't." My fists clench and I can feel the fire of anger flare up. Cry sits down on one of the kitchen chairs. I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off again. "We have a duty to the people we'd be leaving behind. Ken would go after them, Felix. We have to stay here."

"For once, I want to worry about us," I yell. He still doesn't look and the distress that emits from his body posture makes me want to scream even louder. "I can tell you want to leave, too. We can just... go. No goodbyes. Just leave them all behind."

"It's selfish."

"It's survival. Sooner or later you're going to get caught. And what then?" He hangs his head. We both have been thinking about what would happen if we were caught, and it's nothing good. We'd be punished severely by the law. More than severely.

"You don't even have a place for us to go," he says evenly, and that's where he's wrong.

"But I do. There's a cabin my family inherited. I've never been since it's kind of far away." Cry looks up with interest. I have his attention now. "It's not really even connected to civilization. We'd fend for ourselves. We would be left alone. Nate can come, too."

"Where is it?"

"Colorado. Rocky mountains. Kind of deep into them." Cry stands up and pushes in his chair. I can tell he's on the edge of saying yes. "Nate can come too. Although that would ruin our... alone time." My day brightens when he even laughs a little at the comment. But his face goes right back to serious.

"Ken would hurt them to bring us back."

"They can fend for themselves."

"Felix, we-"

"I want to go," Nate says out of nowhere. I yelp out loud and jump toward Cry (always a pussy with jumpscares) and Cry just jumps a little. "Cry, we can get away from all of this. This place is poison. The cabin could help us. I vote we go."

"I vote we go as well," I say. Cry looks at us both.

"I'm outvoted. I guess we should but... It's selfish. People might die if we leave." I take his hand and peck him on the cheek.

"Cry, people might die if we stay." Cry stands rigid for a second. I can see him thinking about what I just said, processing it. "The poison to this place might actually be us. The effect we have on people, the choices we make. The butterfly effect. This decision could save everyone. Ken might lose interest if we leave. Spoon might be able to take care of things while we're gone. The crew will make sure everything is safe." The skepticism is leaving Cry's face. "This may seem selfish, Cry. But it's the right thing to do."

"We're leaving," he says, and it's decided.