𝐼𝐼 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓈 • Joshler ⭐️ COMPLETED II

🔅 ᴊᴏsʜ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ? 🔅

The file was wrong. It's not Tyler who they need to kill. It's Tyler's demon.

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December, 16, 2017.

"Josh, are you smoking weed?"

I looked at Sophia in disbelief. She thinks I'm crazy.

"I just feel like this is the best way to keep us all safe, Soph. You didn't see what I saw," I told her, running my hands through my hair.

She paces my office and then stops right in front of me, "Let me get this straight!" She says, "You-" She jams her finger into my chest, "are going to let this murderer LIVE with you?"

I sigh and nod.

She brushes her hair behind her ears, "You're on Marijuana," She says, "Lord, help me, my boyfriend does drugs!"

I grab her arms and pull her so that she's looking at me, "Listen! I'm not on drugs, okay? I just.. I know things that the boss doesn't. And I'd like to keep it that way."

She gulps, "Josh, if you do this.. You'll be on the other side of the law."

"I know, which is why I'm begging you not to tell anyone about this conversation," I tell her, my eyes giving her pleading looks.

"I could lose my job!"

"Yeah," I tell her, "but if I don't do this, you could lose more than your job. You could die. All of us could."

"Is it really that serious?" She asked.

I pull her into my arms, hugging her, "In the wrong hands, Tyler could be used as a weapon. I have to get him out of here, and I have to do that as soon as possible." I told her, whispering into her ear.

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I stand outside of cell Twenty-One. Tyler's back is facing the bars.

"Tyler?"

He turns around slowly. His eyes are a bright red, he grabs ahold of the bars, causing me to tumble back.

"Blurry," I growled.

He grins. His black hands wrapped tightly around the metal bars. His breathing was hard and his chest was heaving. I took my gun out of its holder, aiming at Tyler. But keeping my finger off the trigger. My job wasn't to kill Tyler, it was to get him as far away from this jail as possible.

"Blurry," I said, standing up, "let me talk to Tyler."

Blurry grinned. Then all of a sudden, he was groaning. Screaming. Then his eyes were gone, and Tyler's brown eyes we're back. Tyler looked down at his hands that we're returning to their normal color.

"J-Josh," He stuttered.

I fiddled with the lock, trying to unlock his cell as fast I could. As soon as I got it unlocked he ran into my arms and started crying.

"He was t-there for too long. I-I thought it was over. I thought he had w-won," Tyler says, his voice muffled.

"No, no," I assure him, "he won't win. We're not going down without a fight, okay?"

Tyler nods, cuddling his face into my neck. This must be the first time in a long time that someone held him. I almost felt bad.

We stand there for a minutes, then we hear a deep voice from behind us.

"Well, Well, What do we have here?"

We jump apart. I turn around and find the person who the deep voice belonged to. It was Finnic.

"I wonder how your boss would feel about this?" FInnic says, tapping his chin. I shake my head, "Please no, Finnick you don't understand-"

I could feel Tyler pulling on my shirt from behind me. One of his eyes we're a pretty hazel, the other a deep red. I get what he was trying to tell me. He wanted me to move out of the way. I hopped onto his bed, then Tyler began to stalk towards Finnic. Finnic laughed, not understanding what Tyler was really capable of. But it was too late now. Tyler had raised Finnic into the air simply by staring at him. He was pinned to the wall, and a invisible force was choking him. A black mist radiated off of Tyler's body. One hand was in a fist, the other was dangling. I was confused, but I didn't try to stop Tyler from killing Finnic. I never liked him anyways.

Then, Finnic fell to the floor. Lifeless. No longer a threat. Tyler turned around, his eyes back to normal.

"Your eyes-" I started, but he stopped me.

"Sometimes, Blurry and I can agree on things. Like who to kill. And when we agree, we're both in the light," He whispered, looking down at his feet.

I nod. That must explain what was happening to his hands.

I get off of his bed, "What's going on with Blurry now?" I ask.

"I dont know," he says, "but I can't control him as much as I used to. He came when I was asleep last night. That never happens," Tyler said, mortified.

I run a hand through my hair, thinking. My eyes go wide.

"What?" He asks.

"What would he have to do to get into the light permanently?" I asked.

"He'd have to trap my soul within my body," Tyler gulped.

I stand up, pacing the cell.

"What if he doesn't want to do that. What if he wants to... Escape?" I asked Tyler.

"Then he'd have to kill me, and take over another body," Tyler says, lowly.

Then, from the back of Tyler's throat, we hear a low, deep, laugh.