Skin✄Brendon Urie Fanfiction

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      Brendon pumped the soap into his hands, and it foamed as he rubbed them together. The blood from his hands turned the water a dark pink just before it drained into the bathroom sink, flowing down the pipes. He was careful to get rid of all of it as he cleaned out anything under his fingernails.

      Downstairs, Mia stared at Kai.

"I'll stick my head out so I know he's nowhere he can see us, then I'll come back and cut you free. If he's close and catches me, you'll still be bound and you won't get in trouble for trying to escape," she croaked. Deep down, Mia prepared to leave the second she got out of the basement. She was not going to go back. She slowly made her way up the stairs, each step taking a toll on her energy.

Upstairs, Brendon examined himself in the mirror, taking off his bloody apron and t-shirt, which were both spotted with blood. Blood was still jammed in the crevices of his fingers. "I should have worn gloves," he thought. He stared at his face in the mirror and saw himself—a young man with wild, dark eyes. He hadn't changed much since the first time he killed. He didn't always like what he saw. He splashed his face with water, but this time, he wasn't sure what he was trying to wash away.

It would be night soon, and Brendon left the bathroom to get ready for bed, when he heard a thump from around the corner. He turned down the hallway, towards the basement to find Mia was sitting on the ground, leaning on the wall, making the white marble floors slick with blood and staining the wall. On her way out of the basement, she collapsed. Brendon sighed. "I thought you weren't going to do this," he said, disappointed. "I can't trust you not to leave now." He pressed his lips into a tight line, turning around into the kitchen, leaving her in the hallway, too weak to run. She heard a drawer open, then close. He returned, a meat cleaver in hand. He looked at the knife, then at Mia, who at the sight of the large rectangular blade slumped her head against the wall. "I know," he began, speaking of the knife, "it's not my usual choice because of how messy it can get, but it will get the job done." He took a step toward her, looking down at his clean fingers. "It's a shame—i just washed my hands."

Kai, quiet in the basement, heard the sickening sound of metal cutting bone.

Mia never came back down.

A/N: thank you guys so much for all the reads. Once I finish this story, I plan to rewrite it, there are a lot of things I don't like about it, and things I left out. Thank you for reading this rough draft of a story that will be better soon. Please comment what you think and vote. lots of love,
-Brooke