The Spooky Kids (Marilyn Manson Fanfiction)

Thursday 2:04am

Brian's POV
I must've been running for hours, my sides were hurting so much but I had to continue. I was still on camp grounds but sirens were sounding behind me. I tried to climb the fence to run even farther. I failed because it was too difficult and they were catching up.
I jumped down and ran the other direction into the woods where we normally had campfire sing alongs. It was so dark but they kept chasing me. I ended up tripping and face planting. My arms were grabbed roughly, it felt like my arms were about to break and be pulled out. "Nice try buddy." One of them said and slammed me into a tree. I being brutally beaten for what I had did, I passed out from exhaustion.
~8:08 am~
I awoke in my bunk. I was so damn sore but something was different. "Hello! My name's Stephen," called a voice above me. I knew those fingers weren't from Wesley. "Uhh.. my name's Brian." I told him as I coughed. "You okay?" He asked I didn't say anything. All of a sudden I saw a body fall from the top bunk. It was Stephen, he stared at me with his eyes wide, I could tell he wanted to be friends. "What happened to you?" He asked. "I tried to get away from this hell." I mumbled. He spent the next few hours sitting on my bed chatting about why he's here and a bunch of random shit like, his favorite food and colors.
Stephen's POV
It was scary at this camp after hearing Brian tell me that they beat the shit out of you. "So, does anything hurt?" I asked and got a nod in return. "Should I get someone to help?" I also asked and he shook his head "No". "I got here at 6 in the morning, will I have to wear one of those shitty camp shirts like everyone else?!" I asked sounding extremely agitated. "Yes you'll have to wear these shitty camp shirts, if you're bad enough your picture gets put on some poster to watch out for certain bad people." Brian said with a snicker. All I did was groan at what he told me.