Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

I'm taking back the crown.

*two weeks later*

3rd Person PoV

"Call here, for... Audrey Greenwood?"

"Finally." She grins, leaping up and sauntering towards the guard. She takes the large phone from him and leans against the wall, watching as he walks away.

"What have you got?" She snaps. The voice on the other end laughs.

"Someone's greedy." The voice chuckles.

"Just tell me what's going on you little creep." She growls, smiling as she hears the voice swallow.

"Right, well, I've been following him for a couple of weeks now, and I've got quite a bit. They're still touring with Fall Out Boy, he's on pills for depression, anxiety and anger. He's been hospitalised from two severe panic attacks, as well as a variety of slightly more minor ones on stage. Those are hilarious, trust me."

Audrey cackles evilly, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Go on." She says, adjusting herself against the wall.

"Okay, well, he has a therapist which they bring on tour with them. They go out as a whole group after every show, but he usually has to go home early, bless," he chuckles sarcastically, "To sum up, he's really messed up, you did a good job."

"Is that it?" She asks, tapping her foot impatiently. Unfortunately, that didn't sound like anything worth killing him over. In fact, it's just what she wanted to hear, that's he's messed up and it was her doing. He'd never get over her.

"Well, no."

"No?"

"There is one other thing, but you're not going to like it..."

"Tell me." She hisses.

"He's in a relationship." The voice says nervously.

"A relationship?!" She whisper-yells, trying not to attract too much attention from the guards.

"Yes, with a Mr Dallon Weekes."

"What the fuck?! I leave him for two months and he turns into a faggot?!" She hisses, in horror.

"They've been together for about three weeks now." He stammers.

"How fucking dare he? He can't be that messed up if he's happy to shove his dick in another guy then, can he? Attention seeking, that's what I'd call that." She's almost shouting now, avoiding the gaze of all the guards.

"What a fucking asshole." She sighs, running her fingers through her hair. "Well, I certainly don't like what I'm hearing."

"Do you want me to break them up?" The voice asks, swallowing again.

"No, that's boring. That also gives him attention from press, which is what he wants," she sighs, "Just get rid of him."

"Kill him?"

"Kill him."

"As you wish, my dear."

Audrey chews on her bottom lip, before a smile crawls onto her face. "Wait! I've changed my mind. Mess with him first."

"How so?"

"Slip drugs into his system. Make him angry, violent. Make people think he's gone completely crazy. Turn him against his friends, Dallon most of all. Make everyone hate him so he's begging you to kill him at the end." She says through a wicked smile.

"Now you're talking at my level, my dear."