PewDieCry: Experience

Chapter 49 (and end of Chapter 48)

 Hey Guys! Okay, so Wattpad decided to get drunk and not upload the whole of Chapter 48. Don’t worry though, I’ve put at the beginning of this chapter so you’ll still get it =)

The End of Chapter 48

Still PewDie's P.O.V

"C...Cry,” I managed to splutter. My hands grew heavy but I used the little energy I had left I wrap them around his wrists. Only this time it wasn’t to pull them away. I just wanted to feel him.

“Pewds...” Cry’s voice became low, as if he struggled to get his words out. For a split second, his body twisted...it was as if he were fighting something... The shadow. He was fighting the shadow. My Cry was still there, still fighting. My Cry...

“Make me stop.” Only then did I notice he was sobbing, that he’d been crying this whole time. I glanced up at him with heavy eyes, seeing that familiar poker-face mask and not feeling hatred but love.

“I’m sorry... I can’t stop...Pewds? Pewds! Open your eyes,” he yelled, panicked and distraught but his voice sounded distant to me now. I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he was forgiven. Moments later I felt his hands tightened even more to the point where I thought he was going to snap my neck in two.

I just wanted it to be over.

“Open your eyes! Just hang in there. I’ll stop...I’ll stop, I promise,” he wept.

I could feel the resistance. I could feel him try to pull away and I could hear him scream and yell in frustration when it didn’t work. With much effort, I managed to pray my eyes open, only slightly but it was enough for him to see. I rubbed my shaking fingers across his wrists and smiled weakly at him. Despite the pain, despite the knowledge that I only had a few seconds left...I forced a smiled, hoping it would give him peace.

“No...” he whispered, knowing what I was doing. “No, Felix!” Tears flooded my eyes as he said my real name, the name he’d heard back in Sweden.

My hands fell from his wrists, hanging limply at my sides and my eyes shut, covering my in darkness.

“I’m so sorry,” he cried. I could hear his heart breaking through his words. “I...”

He had no time to finish his sentence.

The sound of a gunshot stopped him.

A few moments later, his hands left my neck.

I fell to the ground, my head falling against the grass, and gasped for the air I’d been deprived of. My head was dizzy, my body was weak, and my lungs burned even more at first but the pain soon eased.

Another gunshot exploded around me and I looked up.

Snake stood in the clearing, a gun held tightly in his hand as he continued to shoot at the shadow. With each bullet the shadow would disperse, letting out a dreadful shrieking sound and scattering across the ground. To my relief, it began to retreat, leaving us and escaping from Snake’s relentless attack.

I pulled myself up, sitting in the grass and looking around. 

“Cry,” I called, my voice sounding scratchy. I found him quickly and crawled over to him. He’d fallen to his knees, his head hung low and one hand gripped his hair, tugging at it with such force that it must have been hurting, while the other was hidden behind his mask, wiping away tears. Shame was radiating from him. Shame and sadness and a disbelief of what he’d almost done...but that hadn’t been Cry. He hadn’t been in control, maybe of his voice but not of his hands.