There's a Monster in My Closet (Cricky) | #WattPride |

10| Tooth and Nail.

(A/N: sorry for not updating... i was busy with college deciding and the whole shabang... anyways ENJOY and once again the questionaire is open)

*Ricky's POV*

            "Strumming my pain with his fingers..." I could almost hear the sizzling and popping of the heated sidewalks, burnt by the sun, but i was too enfocused on the music buzzing in my ears to pay attention. "Singing my life with his words." My backpack steadily weighed down my shoulder by it's loose strap, a pathetic piece of cloth against my skin, worn with typically 'wear and tear' damage. There was no way i was getting away with playing hookie again like yesterday, so i miserably made my way to school. I continued to hum along to the song. 

          "Killing me softly with his song." I was finally at the entrance of the building when i began to click on my phone. "Killing me s-" A fist connected with my cheekbone. I cried out, a flash of pain seering my skin.

           "You piece of shit." Blurry as my vision may have been, I could just make out the faint british accent that singed those hateful words. 

           "Oli, what are you talking about?" I was already on the ground, my palm at my cheek to check for blood but thankfully it was just a crippling bruise. I winced. 

           "Ronnie was killed and where were you? You just dipped out of there and left us all behind to be questioned by those damn police? They found claw marks, Ricky." Just then did i take in the little remnance of pink in Oli's shirt, washe dout blood. He must have found Ronnie's body, it must've been horrible. 

           "What are you saying, Oli?"

           "I just think it's odd that Jason and Ronnie are both dead  and they both have connections with you, dick head." Oli spat.

            "Oh, so you're a detective now, you're trying to blame me for their deaths?" I spat the little bit of blood that oozed from my gums onto the side walk below me. Where were the teachers now, huh?

           "Ha." He scoffed pathetically. "There's no way in hell you could have killed them on your own... you had that little monster of yours do your dirty work." It shocked me a little bit, that he actually believed me that i had a monster, that he believed the true stories i've told them. No one has ever believed me.

*Chris's POV*

          It was a horrible habit of mine, following Ricky. But i couldn't get enough of the way the sun glistened off of his shiny black hair, or his rough and low voice when he sang on the rare occasion. So i followed him in the shadows, watching his every move. And when i saw Oli slam his fist into my Ricky's face, my muscles twitched. I wanted to spring into action but i knew that would only make everything worse.

          "There's no way in hell you could have killed them on your own... you had that little monster of yours do your dirty work." My heart thudded.

           "He's not a monster." Ricky murmured, his knuckles pressed against the sidewalk as he pushed himself to his feet. 

          "Yes he is, just admit it. He killed Jason and he killed Ronnie." Oli insisted, teeth gritted.

           "No," Ricky growled. "He's not a monster and he's not a killer." His voice was audibly more powerful now.

           "Then what is he? Just admit it for fuck's sake!" Oli grabbed Ricky by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the collumn. "He's a monster!" 

          "No!" Ricky flashed his teeth like a rabid dog and i could hardly believe my eyes. His teeth had gown to fangs, like mine. He swung his arm in one swift motion and in a second, Oli's face was gushing blood from four large gashes. There's no way this could be real... Ricky had Fangs and  claws.

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