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8- Bad Guys Help Each-Other

A/N- Again sorry about the delays, things should be back on track now! And please please please leave me some feedback, I'm dying here!

When Patrick pulled his fist back to go in for another punch, I seized that opportunity to turn things to my advantage. I shot my hand forward but with a bit more force than I intended.

I meant to just knock him off me; instead my hand went through his chest. And not like a ghost being able to go through stuff. I literally punched a hole through his chest.

On accident.

He immediately fell backwards off of me and started to fade. I wasted no time and snuck up behind Josh while his back was turned to me and slammed my elbow into the back of his skull, sending him collapsing down onto the carpet.

"Josh!"

My head whipped up and noticed that Tyler was awake once again, and I could feel his fear spike at the sight of Patrick and Josh. I used the extra power from his fear to plant my foot firmly on Josh's back to keep him from getting back up. He was already weakened from earlier, and now I'm even stronger. Things were definitely in my favor right now.

"I tried to get you to listen to me Tyler. I tried to tell you that you were going to kill people if you didn't listen to me. This is all your fault. None of this would be happening right now if you didn't fuck things up all the time." I hissed out. Tyler let out a whimper and took a couple steps back from me.

"Don't listen to him Tyler, he's-AAHH!"

Josh tried to interject, but I cut him off by harshly stomping on his upper back. I could feel some of his ribs crack under my foot and I saw him cough blood onto the white carpet. I probably just punctured one of his lungs.

Oh well, he won't need it much longer.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Tyler begged. He threaded his fingers into his hair and tugged harshly at the strands as he took a couple more steps back, running into the dresser with a small thump.

"Tell me Tyler, do you feel proud of yourself right now? Do you feel proud of what you've CAUSED?" I asked, accentuating the last word with a yell and another stomp on Josh's back.

I heard him gasp below me and cough up more blood. I looked down to see that he was steadily growing translucent. He won't be around much longer, and then it'll be just Tyler and I again. Just like the good ole' days.

I was about to say something else when I felt a shift in Tyler's mind. I couldn't feel his fear. I couldn't hear his whimpers of panic. What is happening? His posture straightened up and he released his death grip on his hair. He stared me straight in the eyes and took a few steps forward.

What the hell has gotten into him? He looks really pissed. Well, I mean I don't blame him. I was pissed at the Collector when I was in Josh's position. But things have changed. For me, and apparently for Tyler.

"I haven't done anything," Tyler said, his tone even and unwavering. "This is all YOUR fault. You're the one who hurt them, not me. You're the one who makes me feel bad about myself, not others. You're the one who hurts me. And I'm through with it."

I could feel my power starting to leave me. No! No, no, no, no! I was so close! So close to becoming a demon, this isn't fair! Haven't I suffered enough failure and rejection in my existence already?

"You have no control over me anymore. I am done with the paranoia, anxiety, guilt, fear, isolation, and every other negative thing you have brought into my life. It's not my fault my brothers and sister died in the car wreck; it was the drunk driver's fault. It's not my fault my parents got divorced; they always fought a lot before the accident. I was honestly only a matter of time. It's not my fault Josh, Pete, and Patrick got hurt. It's yours; you are the one in the wrong, not me."

I stepped away from Josh, screaming out in pain. Flashes of memories were going through my head. Memories from when I was a human. Memories from when I was a Protector. The flood of memories surging forward combined with my from starting to disintegrate was excruciating.

There were too many memories and not enough space. I tried to hold on to the good ones, but they were gone as quickly as they came. Every bit of happiness is always ripped away from me. It's always held out in front of me and used to tempt me, but why can I never get it? What did I do to deserve that?

My form completely fell apart, leaving me as nothing but wisps of shadows. I had no control of what I did. I started to surround Josh against my will.

I just wanted to either go back to hell or cease to exist. I wanted this all to be over. I want to be free from this misery.

But no.

As my shadows surrounded Josh, they started to spin around him. I saw his form blur along with the room surrounding us. Everything faded out for a few moments before revealing new scenery.

Somehow I was able to see both of these scenes at once. I saw Josh standing in the parking lot outside of the apartment complex looking dopily around at everything. I saw Tyler starting to stir awake in his bedroom at his mom's house.

What the fuck? Everything goes back to normal for them so they can live happily ever after together? Josh gets his life back?

What about me? What even am I right now? Am I just going to be forced to constantly watch them be happy and succeed in life for the rest of my existence? If I could cry right now, I would. This is pure torture.

I must've been a serial killer who focused on animals and children or something when I was alive, that's the only thing I can think of to deserve this level of continuing punishment. When do I get to finally be happy? When do things work out for me? When do I get to forget all my pain and finally have some happiness?

My views of Tyler and Josh faded, for which I was thankful. Instead I went back down to hell where all of the Collectors hung out. They all turned to look at me, if they had faces they'd probably be shocked and confused. My form was no longer pitch black almost solid shadows, a sign of power. I was like gray little wisps of cigarette smoke.

I was worse than the fucking newbies.

Yellow Eyes didn't come back as a pathetic little thing after Dallon and Brendon over powered him, so why did I? I thought we were on the same power level, but was I a bit stronger than him? Is that why I'm still here?

I could hear the whispers of the other Collectors asking what happened, but honestly I had no answers for them. I could hear them all discussing amongst themselves.

They were going to help me.

I was the closest chance they had to getting a new leader, Satan is kind of an ass no surprise there, and when a new demon comes to power Satan gives them a sector to watch over and command. The sector for Collectors was the next one in line.

The other collectors were each going to slowly give me small bits over their power over time until I'm strong enough to return to earth and finish what I started.

They won't be able to get me powerful enough to return as Blurryface, but I should be able to start slowly possessing someone. And I know just who I want to possess. The person who can cut straight to the heart of Tyler better than anyone else.

Josh.

A/N- In case you want to go ahead and know my next book will be another Brallon, but that's all I'm gonna tell you until this book is over 😉 love y'all!