Shaforostart It - THE SEQUEL (2016)

Finale - YOUR POV.

You sat on the dressing room couch, quivering with excitement. How could you not be, you just got asked to hang out backstage with your favourite band? You were about to swoon. They all sat around you, and as the talking died down, they directed their gaze upon you. "So, there is a reason we asked you to join us here." Cam started. Denis and Danny sat on opposite sides of the room. "I'm sure you know that" You were confused. They don't just wanna hang out with me? You thought. I know everything about their entire lives for the past six years. What could they be up to now?

"Actually, I don't." You said curiously. "Wh- what's the reason?" Denis laughed.

"You know too much. Surely you must know that."

"Our thoughts. Our emotions. You know more than anyone else. More than anyone should."

"I- no I don't. I don't know what you're talking ab-"

"Shut the fuck up, kid." Sam shouted unexpectedly. "You told everyone. Cleverly leaving out the most important details. Cleverly leaving me out. You have the power to ruin our lives. You think we would just let you walk away like that?"

"You think we're that stupid. To let you go? Let you go home back to your house to write more of this shit, and ruin us?"

"You think everyone can just dip and go home happy at the end of today? No. You thought wrong."

"Who- I'm not hurting anyone." You said, not intending to sound like you were begging, but it did. You cleared your throat. "They think its just fake. Just fiction. I never said it was real I'm not hurting anyone."

"Too many fucking similarities. The posts. The video of James? You can't make that kind of shit up. You knew. And now everyone else doesn't know that they know. But they know."

"S- so what are you gonna do? Kill me?" You laughed nervously.

"Yeah." Each of them pulled out a pistol and pointed it straight at you like trained snipers. You froze.

"You might know everything else, but we managed to keep this a secret. We've been planning it for months. There's no way you can keep telling everyone."

"And yes, we will get away with it. If you run, we have our loving friends at the door waiting with even bigger guns. And if you scream, I'll shoot you in the throat. Don't fuck with us. Sound keen?" Sam smirked. You decided to take your chances. You bolted up and towards the door outside. You heard a gunshot, and fell to the floor. Ben had shot you in the leg.

"What part of don't fuck with us don't you FUCKING understand." He screamed. You did your best to crawl backwards, but your leg was gushing so much blood it was almost mesmerizing. What do I do what do I do what do I do you thought. "You think we were bluffing?" Ben brought his knee to his chest and stomped down on your wound. You cried out in pain. "We aren't fucking bluffing." You decided to take another chance.

"Help!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, tears now streaming down your cheeks. "Help me!" You cried.

"Fuck this." Cameron stood and shot you in the throat. The shot was so loud it was deafening. You felt the blood trickle down and begin to fill your lungs, and throat. You couldn't breath. You struggled to inflate your lungs while lying on the floor, not even knowing how or where to move anymore.

"Please." You choked, blood dripping from the sides of your mouth as your began to suffocate.

"No. No more." Denis walked over, and with one final shot to the head, you were dead.

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Almost as if planned, the entire band dropped their guns at once. "Oh my god." James said, staring at the body of the girl, a bloody mess on the floor. "We just killed someone." He sat down on the couch, still staring in shock. "We just killed her."

"Does this come as a shock to you?" Denis muttered. Grabbing all the guns off the floor and putting them into a plastic trash bag, along with the girls backpack and phone. He pulled every piece of identifiable items off of her, including a gold heart necklace, a necklace with the letter D on it, and the wrist bands up both her arms. He kept the D necklace, and threw the rest of it in the bag. James forehead was dripping in a nervous sweat.

"Grab her arms." Danny walked over to the feet of the girl. Ben grabbed the arms. They hauled her into a different bag. They mopped up all the blood with almost five entire rolls of paper towel, and put it in the bag. They were going to burn it all. Take it to the desert and burn it.

"Help us." Cameron, Ben, and Danny all carried the body bag over their shoulders and out of the room onto the back. They threw it in the trailer with all other traces of their crime, and locked it with a padlock they threw away the key for. Everyone went back inside to see James, still sitting there in shock.

"Get him a blanket and a shot." Denis waved it off as he washed his hands in the adjoining bathroom. He wanted to be done with it. Ben grabbed a blanket from the bus and Danny poured shots for everyone. They all sat around the table, every spot full execpt for the couch she sat on. They all held up their shot glasses.

"To murder."

"To a new start."

"To a new life."

"To love."

"To fucking things up." They all downed their shots.

Okay, fuck. I can't even believe I did this?? I killed you?? Sorry. Ish. Idk. I really hoped you all liked the sequel! It ended very weird, and im sorry it took so long to get up. Im not really reliable, I know. Surprise surprise. I wouldn't like me either. I love everyone who read this story, and ever will read it (you have horrid taste in fanfic tho).

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