Until Dawn Prompts

It's So Dark

Prompt for Anon on Tumblr: 'Chris/Josh cuddling on a couch while it storms outside.'

This took more of a angsty route than I expected. I am terrible at fluff, I mean seriously. What is wrong with me?

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Words: 1102

Pairing(s): Chris/Josh (Climbing Class), Ashley/Matt, Hinted!Mike/Sam

Alternate Universe- Everyone Lives/Josh Survives

Warning: Mentions of Cannibalism. Recovering!Wendigo!Josh, Cute babies cuddling, Scars, Angst, Canon Character Death

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I looked down at the brunette curled up against me, running my hands through his hair as he whimpered and snuggled deeper into my embrace, a storm was raging outside and making the windows rattle a bit from the intensity of it, raining coating the outside of it in a thick mist. I wrapped the blanket tighter around us and kissed the top of his head gently. He looked up at me, eyes watering a bit as he tried to smile at me, the scar across his left cheek was still pretty prominent and I highly doubt it'd ever go away completely, but he was still beautiful, even if the bags under his eyes seemed to be getting worse and his hygiene wasn't exactly the best due to him forgetting a lot. But I never blamed him for any of it. None of this was his fault. Nightmares plagued him nightly and he tells me about his sister's going to him all the time, yelling for him to come back and join them on the mountain.

I regret getting so mad at him for hitting Ashley, I regret so much from that night.

I chose him. I chose Josh to save. It broke me seeing him (it wasn't him! What's wrong with you?!) being sawed in half and watching as the life drained out of him. .(Such a good actor . . .why?! Why did you have to be so good?!?) Hearing Ashley's scream fade away, leaving everything silent except for the pounding in my ears as I realized that I'd never see his face again.

I chose to shoot myself the next time. I couldn't live knowing that Josh wasn't going to be with me. I still have the scar across my chin from the blank. I should have died from the pressure but somehow managed to survive it. I had a terrible headache afterwards, and my neck was a bit sore. Blanks were not the safest things in the world, Josh could have killed me. (He didn't KNOW)

Finding out Josh was the psycho all along made me almost cry from happiness, at that point I didn't care that he had hurt all of us. I had hugged him tightly once I was free. Of course my anger of him acting dead got to me, I had pulled away and I hit him for being an ass. I didn't feel right keeping Josh out in the shed. I should have stayed with him.

I should have stayed and let Mike go. (You would have died Chris. Hannah still would have taken Josh and KILLED YOU) I should have stayed with Josh, or at least kept him locked up in the lodge. But I wasn't thinking right. I had to make sure Ashley (Ashley Ashley Ashley. We all know she wouldn't have been good for you Chris, nor you for her. You don't deserve her.)

When I went back for him with the stranger I somehow knew Josh would be gone. I just had to make sure and just in case he was still there, I could have saved him and lived happily ever-- The stranger. . . it's my fault he died. It's all my fault for being an idiot and moving at the wrong time. Getting back to the lodge was so nerve wracking. (Such a fool. Fool. IDIOT. Just had to move your DAMN foot a the wrong time.)

After the lodge blew up I just felt cold. Ashley came over to me and was so happy to see I had survived but I didn't feel happy. My head hurt, neck ached, foot hurt like hell. Josh was gone, Mike said Hannah took him again, Mike looked terrible about it as he helped Sam off of the ground, making sure she was alright, holding her face in his hands as he inspected her face, praising her for going along with his idea and insisting they were a good team. I just pushed away from Ashley, trying not to pass out as the helicopters roared above us, coming to save us. I look over everyone, noticing that Matt and Jessica were still missing. (Josh isn't dead you idiot. Not dead. Look in your arms. He's REAL. . . he has to be)

They found the last 2 survivors soon after. Josh still missing. I told them about the mines and that he had to be down there. I insisted to go with them but they told me I needed to stay home and get better. I insisted! Insisted. (Not enough)

They eventually found Josh a month later. (You could have helped find him sooner. You all could have helped find him sooner) He had already began his transformation into a Wendigo. He held out as long as he could until he began to eat the dead bodies hanging in the mines. He told me after he didn't want to, he never wanted to resort to Cannibalism but he was so hungry. (Anything to survive. Anything.)

I forgave him . . . in my mind. For the first 3 months in the hospital he apologized to me, every day I came in, every day he begged. I never told him I actually forgave him. Still haven't truthfully. We've just fallen into a sort of. . . relationship? We hug one another, stay close to each other, comfort each other, kiss one another. (You love him more than anything. . .)

I broke Ashley's heart. I kissed Josh in front of her (He was having an attack. I had to help. The kiss helped him so much, he melted right into me.), she freaked out at first but eventually realized Josh was my 'one'. She moved on eventually, she took comfort in Matt, who in turn did the same and now, 4 months later, have officially began to go out. Matt never told us what happened between him and Emily. No one asked.

Josh tightened his hold around my waist, looking down I watched as the lightning outside lit up his entire face, his eyes were shining with more tears, and something that surprised me; relief. I sat him up more and took his face between my hands, stroking his cheeks lightly and leaning forward to dust little butterfly kisses all over his scars, eyelids, and finally landed on his lips, I slowly moved him into my lap as we continued to kiss very lightly, never going any farther as we both had no idea where to go next.

What we had was already intimate enough. (Keep telling yourself that, Chris.)