NatePat One-Shots

Wanted

Darkness lurked within one of them... if they give it form... it will give them strength.

Secrets were never shared between strangers, people couldn't live without each other. But what about those who could? Obviously, these boys were human at first sight, and it seemed that they were best friends despite their appearances. Nathan Sharp, known for his rock music and punk tendencies, was seen wearing flower crowns and rather colorful clothing. Matthew Patrick, known for his intellectual theories and theatre talents, wore skull shirts and black leather jackets. The most they had in common was their love for horror movies, often talking about them during their free time together or during class. Together they were like soulmates, pastel and punk, but it was unclear who the dominant person was. Everyone assumed it was Matthew but then it would switch to Nathan, it was confusing, it was odd. They were never picked on, it just wasn't ideal for people to piss off two guys who hung out with each other enough to be in a relationship, especially when one didn't show up at school one morning.

Matthew was surprised that Nathan hadn't been at school that day, searching the grounds and asking teachers if they'd seen the pastel prince anywhere. Alas, he returned the next day, as if he hadn't even been gone. Once Matthew got home he switched on his TV and the news was on, showing the scene of a dead bear who'd apparently been gutted.

"The culprit is unknown, however police found a flower crown covered in the bear's blood. In other news..." the anchorman droned on, but Matthew wasn't paying attention. He was smiling.

The next day it was Matthew who didn't come to school, everyone asked Nathan if he knew where he was but the ebony replied with having no idea. Abruptly, during their last period, Matthew arrived heaving breaths and startling everybody. Nathan only giggled. There was something in Matthew's hand that interested him, something he'd forgotten about. Nathan agreed to follow Matthew home and they spoke to each other, explaining themselves and their absences.

"Next time, make sure you don't leave this." He held up the bloody flower crown. "You look much cuter with it on."

"Aw, sorry! Silly bear must've knocked it off my head!" Nathan cooed, blushing.

Night time approached and it was time for Nathan to leave, with a heated kiss goodbye he exited into the night. As he walked he pondered on the bear he'd killed, people thought he was weak, his own father called him a mistake, he growled viciously at the thought of his father. The bastard. An idea made the musician stop walking, a horrific, bloody, awful idea. So awful that he began to laugh, he would make him pay. The house was dark and snoring could be heard from on the couch, Nathan crept to the kitchen and took a knife from the drawer. A sharp knife. He ran a finger over the steel blade and wondered how it felt to cut someone, to gently flay their skin and reveal the red underneath. He'd had enough of his father berating him for how he looked, he'd had enough of constantly being fearful of people judging him, he'd had enough of everything. Nathan kept the knife to his side and tiptoed towards his father, sneering in disgust at how he sprawled out on the couch, alcohol bottles littering the floor and the stench radiating from his breath and his body. The television let out fizzing static as Nathan raised the knife, smiling and nearly giggling and giving himself away. Then it happened.

A hand grabbed onto his wrist and he panicked, he couldn't go to jail, he wasn't meant for it. Without thinking he jabbed the knife into flesh and let out a gasp, gazing into a familiar pair of hazel eyes. They stared back at him with shock and growing exhaustion, he fell to his knees and wiped the blood from his mouth. Nathan nearly screamed and tried to whisper apologies, explaining how this wasn't what he wanted, but Matthew smiled lazily and laughed at him. His flustered state was so cute to him. Pain flared in his stomach when he realized that the knife was still there, he was losing blood fast, but he didn't want to go to the hospital in fear that they might suspect it was Nathan. It was, but he didn't want his love to go to prison, he was too sweet for that. So he laid on the floor and marveled at Nathan, how his skin was practically glowing, how his eyes were wide and tearful, and how his hands so gently caressed his face. Matthew's vision began to blur and the scene he witnessed was in frames, Nathan standing up, taking the knife out of his stomach, he was suddenly standing over his father; he looked away. Many horror movies had prepared Nathan for this so he knew what had to be done, but first he had to take care of Matthew. He held back tears as blood continued to seep from the wound, the wound he made, he killed Matthew.

"I'm s-so sorry!" Nathan cried, the scent of blood making him dizzy. "I thought... I-I thought I did e-everything right!"

"You did, my love. You always have." Matthew coughed, his time was running out.

Nathan lay beside him and held his hand, tears cascading down his face as he tightened his grip. His father's corpse was limp on the couch, illuminated only by the light of the television which hadn't been turned off. Matthew sighed and wished he had more time, there were so many things he wanted to say to Nathan, so many promises that he wanted to keep. A life changing question he'd wanted to ask. But now he couldn't, he didn't blame Nathan for it, because he was going to die.

"Nathan, my love," Matthew coughed again, clutching his hand. "Promise me you'll live for me..."

Nathan tensed and clutched the bloody knife to his side, his lungs refusing to give him air. Constricted. He was suffocating, he was drowning, Matthew was asking him to stay alive when all he wanted to do was die with him. But it was probably a better option, he didn't want to disappoint Matthew by refusing, but he also couldn't go on knowing that he'd... he couldn't even say the word. Nathan would never love anyone else the way he loved Matthew. His dear theorist, his nerdy punk, his hero. Nathan smiled sadly and loosened his grip on the knife for a split second.

"You know I cannot do that, Matty." Nathan whispered.

His last words before he stabbed himself twenty times, according to police reports.