NatePat One-Shots

The Justice

The aftermath was not as simple as Matthew would've liked, it was agonizingly fast and he felt so dizzy afterwards. It felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest as his body plummeted at the speed of light, seeing everything and anything in one blur before he heard the gentlest music. It felt like home, he felt so comfortable that he closed his eyes and welcomed the melody. It'd been so long—or, at least it felt like it had been—since Matthew felt so calm, so at ease, the only time he could remember feeling this was when he was with... Nathan. A sickening nausea caused his eyes to fly open and his body to lurch forward, his arms cushioning his fall on the concrete as he heaved. Miraculously, nothing came out of his mouth as he choked for breath, mostly because nothing could. An unnatural feeling of exhaustion swept over him for a split second before any feeling of fatigue was washed away, with Matthew wondering where he was and what was happening around him. His eyes watered as he looked around, he was outside his house, had he escaped Mark's torture? Matthew jumped up and looked around, seeing the green grass, the many houses, people walking by and paying him no attention. He was home, he'd made it. His joy was stopped short when he realized that it wasn't even there, something was missing, and even with his heart racing and his hands twitching Matthew couldn't help but gulp.

Nathan.

He had to help Nathan, so he ran without stopping. Applied station was just nearby and if he could make it, then Mark had nowhere to hide. He passed many people who ignored him, it seemed like everything was normal as he continuously ran. Matthew surprised himself as he stopped short at the front doors, he didn't feel tired at all, plus it wasn't even necessary for him to breathe. Fear rippled up his back as he hesitantly reached out to the door only to find that his hand phased through it, a cobweb sensation sticking to his fingers as his knees grew weak. Going for help was pointless, Matthew hadn't escaped Mark's torture, he just couldn't remember it.
But if he was here, then is Nate...?
Again, Matthew was running and this time he had no intention of avoiding people or structures. His own anger and fear pushed him forward as he effortlessly phased through objects, watching as everyone around him lived their lives pointlessly and waste their time doing nothing. When he finally reached his house he hesitated, would Nathan actually be there? He had to find out. Cautiously, Matthew phased through his front door and shivered at the eery stillness of his own house, a mixture of sinister music rang in his ears as he approached the basement. The stairs had a trail of dry blood leading down, whatever lingered after the attack had to be dealt with. He readied himself, his foot then made contact with the first step as a mixture of music and odd humming filled his ears.

Turn back. It's not safe.

Matthew couldn't turn from what he saw, his chest regaining that right feeling, as if something was being stolen from him. For, at the far end of where he stood, his body hung like a rag doll. Blood dripped from his eyes as they had been gouged out so viciously, the remains were nothing more than liquid leaking from the abused sockets. The corners of his mouth had been sliced to form a permanent smile, his lips mutilated until there was nothing left, and his tongue had been cut out. The rest of his body had been untouched, but why did Matthew feel so uncomfortable? His gaze, now wide and fearful, switched to the second body laying in the chair off to the other side. Nathan looked the same, Mark hadn't touched him once he expired indefinitely, and Matthew let out a gasp of relief.

"Matthew?!" His voice, like a frighten child, echoed from upstairs.

Nathan had arrived.

Matthew stood silently on the edge of a building, no longer having any urge to breathe. Nathan stood beside him and held an equal look of emptiness, holding onto his hand and watching the red-haired male exit his house innocently. Revenge burned inside them like a wildfire, scorching their souls and any remnant of mercy left, they wanted satisfaction. Glancing at each other for confirmation, they waited until Mark was in a dead street before making their way closer, then they jumped down in front of him. The gamer paid no heed to the spirits and happily walked through them, going as far as to whistle an unknown tune.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

Whispers filled Mark's head and he blanched white, turning in all directions to locate the source of the familiar voice. It couldn't have been them, there was no way. No fucking way. A month, they waited a month, patiently creeping through the darkness until an opportunity passed their vision. Insight to the future, only quick glances, Mark should've considered their anger and will to live.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

You did this.

Mark leaned against a brick wall and took deep breaths, trying to convince himself that he was dreaming. He killed them, he swore he did, why are they back? How? When? Their voices overlapped until the noise was too much to bear, causing Mark to whimper and squirm just as people started to walk down the street. They gave him strange looks and some even offered to help him, but the sounds were muting any attempts at conversation.

Tell them, now.

Tell them.

Do it.

Tell them.

You did this.

Do it.

Now, tell them.

You did this.

You did this.

Murderer.

Monster.

I hate you.

We trusted you.

No mercy.

You did this.

Tell them.

"IT WAS ME, DAMMIT!"

People turned to look in his direction, surprised by his loud outburst. Mark was hyperventilating and sweat ran down his forehead, a smile of madness stretching his face as he giggled.

"I DID IT, I CUT THEM OPEN, I MADE THEM BLEED, I KILLED NATHAN SHARP AND MATTHEW PATRICK!!"

He shouted to the world until somebody finally called the police, with Mark still giggling and pulling at his ears. His throat was raw and his head was pounding, but there was no emotion on his face that could indicate he even noticed. Words of vexation echoed until he couldn't take it anymore, screaming louder and louder as authorities could only watch.

"I HAD NO CHOICE! I HAD NO CHOICE! IN THE BASEMENT, I PUT SMILES ON THEIR FACES AND GOUGED OUT THEIR EYES!"

By now, he was being restrained and soon he told everything. Matthew and Nathan watched as he kept screaming, but they said nothing. In fact, they'd stopped talking once Mark made his first outburst. When their bodies were found, Matthew relaxed and rested his head on Nathan's shoulder, Mark finally cracked and started weeping. Apologizing and berating himself for killing his friends, he knew he deserved the death penalty and was ready to comply when Nathan whispered something.

How many?

Matthew stiffened but remained calm, his soul finally at peace as his body erupted with golden light. Nathan's did the same and they clutched each other, sharing a kiss before vanishing.

It was over.

They were gone.