Adopted By Fall Out Boy

Chapter 52

Brittany's p.o.v.

My door slams open to reveal Nate. I flinch slightly and hide in my blankets. "Brittany..", I hear Nate mumble. He sits next to where I am laying. "Brittany I'm sorry.. I really am.." I sigh and look at him. "Nate. You hurt me.." He tries to hugs me but I push him away, wincing slightly. "No.."

He looks down, "Twyla is here to help you.. She wants to help you..."  I get up and look at him, "Bring me to her." Nate leads me to Twyla.

"Hello Brittany!" She grabs my hand and we teleport to a forest. "Alright." We sit down and she grabs my arm. She hums quietly before whispering a spell of sorts. The demonic power in me fades away more. She continues to whisper the spell. Soon, the power is completely gone.

"Alright so.. The demonic powers in you are gone. You are no longer a demon. But.. You are still dying.." Twyla's eyes shine with tears. "I hoped this wouldn't have to happen.." She flicks her wrist slightly and a long, silver blade appears. "You have to kill me. Then say a spell. You will not be dying after it happens.. You will have taken away my life. And it will be given to you to keep you alive."

She hands me the blade the writes the spell down quickly. "Here..." I hold the blade tightly, staring at it with shaking hands. "I can't kill you..." Twyla sighs, "You have to Brittany. Your life is more important than mine. You have to survive. Or else Nate will become worse. I will destroy the five people that keep messing with you... Lina may survive, but she will be forced to return to being good." I am confused, my eyes water as I hold the blade. "No... I can't do it..." Twyla looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please Brittany.."

I whimper and stab the knife into her. As the light fade from her green eyes, I say the spell with a quavering voice. She smiles weakly, "T-thank y-you..." Then, she falls limp to the ground. She is dead. And I'm the one who killed her.

I begin my walk home. I recognise the forest. It's near the house. My thoughts are racing. I killed her... She wanted me to. She is dead. Because she wanted me to live. But why? I have no idea... My head is pounding by the time I make it home. Patrick seems me through the window. He runs outside and hugs me tightly. "Brittany! Are you okay!?" I nod slowly.

Patrick puts his fedora on me and we walk inside. I tell him what happened. He is shocked, but happy that I am okay now. "Where's Nate...?", I question when I don't see him anywhere. Patrick chuckles, "In his room. He is pouting." I giggle quietly before hugging Patrick. "Thanks.." I go to Nate's room.

"Hey.." Nate looks at me. "Hello.." I sit next to him. I hug him. He takes the hat off of me and hugs back. "I'm sorry Nate.." He smiles at me, "I'm sorry too.." I yawn and close my eyes. "I'm going to sleep..", I mumble. I fall asleep.

Patrick's p.o.v. , the next morning

"What do you mean that they are dead!?", I yell. Pete sighs, "Patrick. I know. I'm upset too! But please don't yell at me! I don't know how they died!" I stare at the floor, "What do I tell Brittany and Nate...?" Pete shrugs, "Just don't tell them for now.. Let them go to the Dan and Phil tour. Let them go to the Twenty One Pilots concert. Either the media will tell them, or we will."

I nod, "Alright.. The tickets arrived today. The tour is tomorrow I believe. I'll buy them the tickets for next weeks performance. But we are telling them before the Twenty One Pilots one." Pete agrees, "Yeah. Alright. I'll be back to the house later today. We can just tell them then. Since I know the guilt will just destroy you." I sigh, "Yeah.."

We hang up and I walk around, a sinking feeling in my chest.

Joe and Andy are dead.