Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 22 | Six Feet Under

I know I've said before that the bonus scenes for Sanity don't matter much to the actual story line and if you didn't want to read them, it wouldn't fuck up the story for you. However, if you should read any of them, I highly suggest reading #4 (Ryan's memory) to give a little more understanding to this chapter.

Also, Jonny and Deegan aren't really based on anyone (Altho Jonny's appearance is based off of Mikey Rude from Suburban Murder). However Jacky's character is Jacky Vincent.

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Kuza walked me to the hanger, giving me a very passionate kiss and squeezing my butt as he did so. I giggled against his lips. Reese wishes she could get that much out of Ryan but I think she counted herself lucky for the one little peck she did get. He gives her enough attention to keep her from whining but not too much that he feels uncomfortable. I know he wasn't always this way...

"Think back to all the people I killed. They were all criminals. The innocence, you killed. When we cleared out that hospital, I had my boys evacuate the real patients and they filled it with death row inmates." Ricky explained, "And Garth and I were never married. He was just another agent that needed to disappear. Same goes for my old partner."

"Are you even gay?" I scoffed.

"Yes. That part is true. I also wasn't lying when I told you that I love you." He responded.

The word "love" coming out of his mouth just angered me. He uses love as a tool, not an emotion. That takes a true monster. I didn't say anything else and just stood there steaming. Ricky sighed, letting the conversation die. I'm still almost in denial that he could ever do this to me. I thought my life was clear cut, but it was all a lie. He was controlling me like a fucking puppet. I am not your puppet.

Everyone else finished sorting themselves out with weapons and ammo. They individually started to jump back down from the convoy. Ryan put his hand on my shoulder to help him get down from the elevated truck. As he touched down on the ground, he didn't take his hand off my shoulder. He glanced over at Ricky to see if he was looking our way, which he was. Then Ryan did something that might've shocked me just as much as Ricky; He leaned in and kissed me.

Something in me told me to kiss him back. Ryan is as straight as the day is long. I know that as a fact, and he's asexual. What is he doing?! I don't know but I went with it for some reason. He was a pretty good kisser for someone who hates romance.

As he pulled away from me he patted Ricky on the shoulder, "You weren't the only one lying in the house."

With that, Ryan walked away. He went to talk with the others. Ricky had the most fucking broken and shocked look on his face. Yeah, fucker, now you know what it feels like to be backstabbed. I knew Ryan didn't care about me romantically; He was just an amazing friend that helped me get back at the man that broke my heart.

"Sooo," Mike sauntered over to us, "About my Camaro."

"O'Neil, take care of that." He told one of the others agents, "I... I need to make a call."

Ricky walked away from us and disappeared behind one of the other trucks. Deep deep down I felt bad for hurting him, but he fucking ripped my heart into a million little pieces. Then he set those pieces on fire and fed them to a rabid dog. One simple kiss is small compared to all he put me through.

The other agent lead us to a convoy much longer than the others. He opened up the back of it, revealing several Harley Davidsons. Oh, yes please. A Camaro very similar to the one he had before was in the back. It looked to be a newer model, and there was no red on it. I wonder if zombies are colorblind like dogs or...? Fuck if I know. Would color really matter for attracting zombies? The noise of the engine will attract them before color ever will.