Going Rouge [FINAL BOOK]

Chapter #3

"Toby!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Toby panted as he continued running through the forest, getting closer and closer to the river where he planned to lose Masky then circle around and head back home. He wished that Sam were there to help him, but he wasn't. He was back at the cabin eating all of Toby's food.

"Toby, stop running!" Masky shouted, picking up the pace.

Toby's lungs burned as he struggled to breathe, but he didn't stop. He knew that if he did, he'd have to face Masky. He'd have to face the man that he once loved. That sounded cliche as fuck, but he honestly didn't give a shit. Right now, the only thing that he cared about was getting back home and getting away from Masky.

"Rogers! Get the fuck back here!"

"Go fuck yourself, you dickmuncher!"

Masky snorted. "Last time I checked, it was you on your knees suckin' my dick."

Toby grimaced and continued running, not noticing when Masky pulled out his crowbar. With a grunt, Toby fell to the ground as the crowbar hit the back of his head. There was no pain, but there was a loud ringing in his ears as he looked around. He saw smoke rising in the air and internally groaned; Sam had started a fire in the chimney.

"I told you to stop running," Masky sighed as he walked up and snatched his crowbar up.

"Yeah, and I told you to go fuck yourself, but here we are!" Toby sarcastically replied.

Masky clicked his tongue and squatted down next to Toby and glared down at him from behind his mask.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Toby growled as moved to get up.

Masky hooked his crowbar around Toby's wrist and pulled back, sending him falling back down to the ground again.

"You're a dick."

"And you're gay."

Toby would've laughed, if he hadn't been in the situation he was in now.

"Well, you've got me. What do you want?" Toby sighed.

"I want you."

The younger of the two barked out a short laugh. "Oh, that's rich. Masky, you had your chance a long fucking time ago. You should've taken it while you had the chance."

"You never gave me a chance!" Masky loudly shouted as he stood back up; Toby didn't even flinch.

"I gave you plenty of fucking chances, and you wasted all of them."

"Toby, everything I've done, I've done it for you! This is how you fucking repay me, you little shit? All you've ever fucking cared about is yourself!"

The boy looked up. "Really? Really? Do you not remember what I did for you? I killed my fucking family to be with you! I gave away my normal life to be with you!" He slowly got to his feet. His face was red and his eyes were wide. "I GAVE AWAY EVERYTHING TO BE WITH YOU! NOW YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO SAY THAT I'VE DONE NOTHING? THAT I'M UNGRATEFUL? WELL, FUCK YOU, TIM SUTTON."

With that, Toby sharply turned and began running again. He pulled out a vial full of purple liquid that BEN had given to him for 'emergencies'. Throwing the vial to the ground, the glass broke and a purple fog surrounded Toby. The last thing he saw before being thrown into darkness, was Masky running towards him.

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Sweet Jesus, look what I dug up from the darkness of my works. Ah, yes, one of the many things that I gave up on. But now I'm picking it back up, thanks to a wonderful pal who believe that it was good enough to continue!

The person I'm talking about is (I believe) Nina_Cream, who expressed to me how much she liked the series and hoped that this book would continue! So thank you, new pal, for helping me believe in myself again!