PewDieCry: Experience

Chapter 47

PewDie’s P.O.V 

I suddenly woke with a start. I didn’t know why I’d woken at first. The room around me was almost pitch-black, only the faint glow of the moon shone in through my open curtains. The shimmering rays trailed down onto the body of the man beside me and a small smile stretched across my lips. It always calmed me to know Cry was near. He was lying on his side; the thin sheets remained in limp hands as he breathed deeply. I’d been so tired last night. I don’t even remember how I got into bed, the last I remember I was laying on the sofa, watching a film with Ken and Cry.

Yet, I was glad that Cry and joined me upstairs.

 Glancing over at my clock, I saw it was 2:15am and sighed, knowing it would take me awhile to get back to sleep. Then, as I closed my eyes, I began to hear a faint whimpering from across the hall. The sound seemed familiar...it must have been what had woken me.

I carefully pulled myself off the bed, making sure not to wake Cry, and left my room. My eyes darted across the dark hall, trying to search for whatever shadows were lurking around here but I found none. Just when I was about to retreat back to my room a terrified scream erupted around me. Flinching, I braced myself against the wall as the dreadful noise consumed the space around me.

Ken...

I ran across the hall, bursting into his room only to find the mess of a man crouched on the floor. Sweat was pouring down his forehead, getting mixed with the tears which streamed down in face. Shaking hands reached out across the floor as if he were clutching for something I couldn’t see.

For a long moment I just stood there, frozen and wondering what the fuck was going on. But then he screamed again and I snapped into action, grabbing him roughly and shaking him, trying desperately to snap him out of whatever trance he had fallen into.

“Pewds!” I could hear Cry yelling my name from across the hall; he voice was laced with worry and panic. I was about to reply to him when Ken fell forward. His trembling hands grabbed onto my shirt.

“No...No,” he began weeping as his knees buckled beneath him. I tried to catch him but he slid from my grasp, clumsily landing on his knees and hugging my legs tightly.

“I’m sorry...,” he cried, screaming the words as if they burned his throat. I was so stunned by the scene that I couldn’t physically move. I didn’t know whether to push him away or hug him back.

“Pewds! I didn’t mean....it was an accident... Wake up!” he sobbed into my stomach.

“What are you...? Ken I’m right here.” I tried to comfort him, tried to calm the hysterical man kneeling before me.

“Don’t...don’t make excuses for me. Just look...just look!” he yelled and balled his fists.

Then I saw it.

 I shoved him away quickly, stumbling backwards in fear until my back hit the wall. Ken slowly climbed to his feet, fresh crimson blood dripping from his fingertips.

“I warned you Pewds...you’re not leaving this competition...you won’t leave alive.” He was snarling now, his voice warping into something unfamiliar and horrifying. I could still see the tears flowing freely down his tainted cheeks. His clothes were drenched in blood, an awful rotting smell filling the room.

“C-Cry...Cry!” I yelled, finally finding my voice and calling for the one person who could help me. I could hear him breathe...I could hear him echoing through the door but he never entered, he wasn’t going to help. He was going to leave me in here with Ken...with whatever Ken had become.