Gone (Sohian/Smosh Games Fanfiction)

Hotel Visits (27)

Author's Notes: Hiya! Chapter 27 gooooooooooooooooooo! .............................................................................................................................................

Ian POV: 

He's safe. That's all that matters. That's the only thing that's kept me alive. It's the only positive thing about my new life. I guess new's not really the right word. New is usually used to describe improvements made to something old. Nothing about my new life is an improvement. As if on cue, Melanie stalks in holding a gun. "I'm done, I'm sick of this bullshit. The cops will catch me eventually, and when they do I'm not going to let him take you back like he's some sort of hero. He's not. He left you here. If he loved yo-" she starts, but I can't take it. 

"And you think you're any better?! I made him promise to keep going. He is a hero. I wouldn't expect you to understand. You're just a bitch who can't handle her feelings. I hope when the cops do find you it's because you realized what a terrible person you are and hung yourself," I spit. 

"I'm tired of your bullshit Ian, I should just shoot you right no-" she says, wiping tears from her eyes. 

"Then shoot me! I don't give a fuck Melanie! You just don't get it. He's the only thing I care about, and he's safe. You'll never get a hold of him, and that's all that matters," I shout. 

Melanie laughs, "You're such a moron Ian. You really don't get it, do you? They're coming to get you! And don't worry, I won't make it too hard for them to find us. Oh, but once they do find us it's going to get interesting. Believe me, I might be small, but I can put up a hell of a fight. Besides, I'm the one with the gun." She laughs as she walks away, leaving me to wonder: How can someone who was once so nice be capable of all this?

Sohinki POV:

For a few seconds my brain doesn't register anything. I don't know who I am or where I am or what I'm doing, so I scream. I scream and scream and scream until I can't scream anymore.But  it doesn't make me feel any better. 

Slowly, it all starts to come back, and I hate it. I hate being here without him, and I hate that Melanie gets to be with him and I hate that Lasercorn and Flitz are helping me look for him. Ian is mine, and I can find him on my own. 

But I can't. I don't know where he is, and even if I did, I wouldn't have any way to get there. So I don't say anything. I tilt my head up towards Lasercorn, who's wiping tears from his eyes, and stare at him in silence. He doesn't say anything either, but I think he understands.

He stands up and motions for me to come with him, so I do. Flitz picks up the empty bottle of pills I'd dropped on the floor and then follows us. And then we're out of the lobby and in a red Ford pick up. And then we're on the road with the radio blasting some generic pop song and Lasercorn driving as fast as possible. And for the first time in forever, I feel certain that I'll see Ian again, alive. 

Flitz POV:

I feel guilty, like I don't belong here. Sohinki loves Ian, and Lasercorn had the whole Iancorn thing with him. Even if it was just a joke, it was something. I barely knew Ian. 

No, Ian was my friend. I have every right to be here. I care about him, and I'm going to help find him. And anyways, I'm the one who saved Sohinki. I'm the one who stuck my fingers down his throat and got him to throw up those pills. 

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, none of that matters now. I'm here, and I can't change that. 

~Time Skip 2 hours (Still Flitz POV)~

I look up from my phone just as we pass a sign that reads, "Now entering Orleans, France." Of course, it's in French, so I tell Lasercorn, "We're here."

He nods. I guess he's taken the vow of silence with Sohinki. Oh well. 

It takes about 20 minutes to find a hotel, and it's not exactly a first class one, but I don't mind and neither do Lasercorn and Sohinki. The goal is to find Ian, and if the price for accomplishing that is spending a night in a rancid hotel room then so be it. 

Lasercorn POV:

It takes approximately 10 seconds for me to pass out on the bed. What  see in my sleep can't really be described as a dream....but more of a realization. An image from earlier appears in the back of my mind. Just a random road on the way to the hotel. It's as if my brain wants me to see something that's not there, but I just don't get it...until I do. On the side of that road there's a few drops of what appears to be blood. Just as I see it, the mental image begins to fade away. The street sign! What does it say!? I have to know!

(A/N: Up to this point I've tried to keep the story somewhat accurate geographically, but fuck it. So if the street names and stuff are terribly off, I'm sorry.) 

Just before the image is completely gone, I'm able to make out Rue Benoit on one of the signs. Good enough. My eyes shoot open, and I blink sleep out of them before yelling, "I know where he is! I figured it out!" I'm fairly excited before I notice that there's nobody else in the room. I throw back the covers on the bed. Did I put those over myself? 

I get up and look around. Then I notice something. The notepad on the nightstand has a message on it, and then pen is uncapped. Next to that is a few drops of blood and a knife. Well she's a dumb shit. That's about all the evidence the cops will need to arrest her once they find her. Hesitantly, I pick up the note and read it. 

Hey Lasercorn! It's been a while, hasn't it? So good to see you again! :) You know, I could have killed both you and Sohinki right then. Actually, I probably would have had it not been for Flitz. When you see him in the afterlife, you should thank him. I was going to kill you and take Sohinki hostage, but he bargained for your life over his. You'll be happy to know that Sohinki is safe with me. I know you've figured out where I am, so why don't you come and get me? Oh, and I'd prefer it if you not bring the cops into this, for your sake. You probably don't know this, but I'm a very convincing actor, and that whole Ian search party was shut down a while ago. Plus, a little secret: The cops never even looked outside of Paris! They figured you guys were just stupid Americans, and I guess they weren't too far off. Anyways, I'll see ya later sweetie. >:-) -Melly

I can't hold it back anymore, I scream. Does this mean Flitz is dead? And he died saving me. Why?! Why any of this?! I don't fucking get it. Sure, Melanie and Ian did have a serious 7 year relationship, but why the fuck does she feel the need to put us all through hell just because Ian wasn't interested in her? What is she hoping to accomplish? 

I sigh. Flitz. Sohinki. Ian. They're all as good as gone. I can't do this by myself. I need help. And if that help can't be from the cops then I'll just have to drag the rest of the Smosh Games crew down with me. 

I start with Wes, he and Flitz were in love. Even if they were on bad terms, the were engaged for god's sake. 

After his initial devastation, he agrees to let me call the rest of the crew so that they can all take one car down here. Next is Anthony. Then Jovenshire. And finally, Mari. I don't need to pull Briana or Peter into this. Okay, now I just wait two hours. It doesn't seem like that long, but I was only asleep for about 2 hours earlier, and god knows a lot happened then.