The Owl Loves The Fox [Vantoonz One Shots]

Life ending choice.

Luke's p.o.v
(Warning: slight trigger. Murder, blood, knife, gore)

It was a matter of a game. Would you rather. It turned into a murder plot. This was not the greatest highlight of my life. I hated it, this is how I was going to die. By the hands of my lover to a goddamn child's game. Little did I know he was cheating..And wanted me dead either way. From heartbreak or suicide. It didn't matter. To the looks of it though, he was going to kill me himself.

It was my turn. Evan was waving his hand in front of my face and calling my name. I swallowed hard and decided to quickly come up with one. "Would you rather have the option to save my life or burn a child?" Evan was pissed. My question was terrible. "Luke what the fuck is wrong with you?" It was a small panic I'm sorry. "I just..Had a nightmare last night about this and you rather burn a child than save my life." I lied. My nightmare was actually this. It was terrifying. "Well..To be honest I would save your life..Why would I want to be widowed so early into this marriage?"

Because you're in love with a rich bitch...

"I don't know Ev..Can we stop playing this game? It's causing flashbacks of previous times." Just another lie. "Well, I guess but what else would we play?" Seriously? "Evan.. We're goddamn YouTubers who play games for a livin'. What game have you not played?" Now he was in thought. Geez, did he really mean that? We have nothing to play? "How about murder the husband?" Evan suggested.

WHAT

"EXCUSE ME?" I shouted in fear. "Luke! Relax! It's just a game I found, I'm not being serious." Evan laid a hand on my shoulder. No..He's not joking. His hand would've been on my knee or grabbing my hand. "I need air..I'm going to the balcony." Standing up and turning, instantly knew it was a mistake. Before I could even scream, he covered my mouth and dug a knife into my back. The pain was unbearable. Constant staining and burning since he was twisting and pulling out the knife. He sharpened it for sure..

"Listen, Luke...There's something I've been wanting to get off my chest." He threw me down and I couldn't make a sound but gasp for air and the pain to stop. "That's one thing." Asshole.. "Another thing was, I never wanted to marry you. You're desperate and it's ugly. You're too old to be a parent but the sex was great. Probably can't find that anymore."

Gave you everything you wanted...But all you did was use me like everyone else. I should've known you weren't different but I believed Jonathan when he told me you were the better one for me..

All I could do was lay there, beginning to cry. Lost feeling in my legs because he stabbed my lower back and paralyzed me.. god where did he learn that from. "Anyways..Since we did get married that's only a plus to me because where your money will be going." Evan smiled. That damn smile I fell in love with is now taunting me. Why did I fall for you? "But let's take our time here. I made sure your cat is going to a good home, your equipment will be mine and you'll just rot here until tomorrow when I actually find your corpse. Just to make sure you bleed out faster.." he kneeled next to my side and raised his hand with the, now crimson tipped, blade and dug it into my skin. Slashing open my shirt and my stomach. Now I can taste and smell my own blood.

"Suicide sounds best for this situation." Evan laughed a little, grabbing something and ripping out from inside me. Why is he so insane.. "I gave you what you wanted all I wanted was to be loved in return!" I cried out, my throat hurt. Felt like glass running along my throat when I spoke. "You aren't meant to be loved. You're destined to die alone and that's how it'll be. But when they all ask me, especially delirious, they'll know only what I tell them. 'He was so unhappy..Even when we got married, I thought I could fix it but I couldn't. This is all my fault.' but of course they'll tell me that it wasn't and believe you were just a depressed piece of shit like you are now." Then he dug his hand into my stomach. I definitely didn't know I could feel that but I did and managed to scream.

Evan wasn't pleased.

"You fucking idiot!" He nearly shouted and grabbed the knife once again. Then it was over. My vision was getting blurry and I couldn't breathe. Felt liquid on my neck, sliding down slowly. He slit my throat and dug his hand under my skin, grabbing it and pulling it back. As if I was made of cheap plastic. For him if wasn't really over. He really made it look like suicide. Adding cuts to my wrists and chest, laying my own intestines in my hands. Hell..Even the one eye I couldn't see out of.. Evan pulled that from my head and added the X scarring along with laying my own eye in my bloody mouth.

Glad I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Wasn't too glad though..Because now my best friend was going to find me murdered by his so called internet boyfriend.

Why did I marry Evan..