The killer in the woods-Brendon Urie story

Chapter six

Wades POV

The weather has been getting worse lately and it's pretty unusual since we never even get rain.

I think it's only been 3 days maybe, I haven't kept count I've been busy distracting Brendon, sometimes he talks in his sleep, it's very disturbed things he says sometimes even sad or heartbreaking some would say.

"Hey doll." The brown eyed man spoke with a grin leaning against the doorframe supporting his weight.

"Hello." I smile at him catching myself before I stare at Brendon.

"Come here." He said holding his hands out for me as I stand off the bed placing my book I was reading down and bounce over to him and get engulfed into a warm hug, I feel him breathing into the crook of my neck, my arms are around the nape of Brendon's neck pulling us closer together until I couldn't breath from the tight hug

"Sorry." He chuckles as he notices I needed air, brushing a fallen strand of hair from my face pushing it behind my ear making me blush at the small romantic gesture *stop thinking like that, he's a killer. Remember we are trying to leave not fall in love and stay with a psychopath, you stupid whore*.

I think silently nearly gasping at what the voice had said to me.

Brendon obviously notices and ask me what's wrong but I brush it off.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." I say my voice soft, I slowly notice Brendon huff and grab me harshly by the arm forcing me to sit while doing that he grabs ahold of my chin making me look at him.

"What is wrong...wadey?" He giggles letting his crazy side show as he glides his other finger down my face.

"N-nothing is wrong I just thought of something." I stutter trying to avoid his chocolate brown eyes that was tinted with that killer gaze the one that would make anyone cower in fear, he would show how powerful he is compared to you.

"What about doll face?" He whispers into my ear causing me to shiver at the slight breeze goes across my ear, looking at the floor I speak quietly.

"It's nothing i just miss my family," I lie to him, I never had a good relationship with my family apart from my brothers but now only one is left and it breaks my heart and my poor mother who must be worried sick.

Brendon licks his lips and leans even closer to me "now why would you lie doll?" He grinned creepily at me tracing the outline of my jaw with his finger.

"I know what you're up to doll" he's says making my heart drop as he pulls out a knife and holds it to my neck and he slices my throat, blood splattered all up the walls and Brendon let me drop to the floor as I gagged on the blood.

"Night doll..." he giggles as everything fades out.

Brendon's POV

I could hear Wade mumbling in her sleep and her small hands curl up into a fist grabbing the sheets, a slight bead of sweat rolls down the side of her forehead bad dream I'm guessing, I wonder who must have caused that giggled the voice in my head "shut up" I whisper under my breath.

I gentle shook Wade to wake her up only startling her cause her to back up into the beds backboard gasping for air.

"Woah, you okay?" I question as I can see fear in her eyes, I reach out to comfort but she flinches back and closes her eyes, I frown at this.

"I'm sorry!" I hear her velvet voice cry out wrapping her arms around me, I instantly wrap mine around her small frame rubbing her back and mumbling sweet nothings to calm Wade down.

"Want to go back to sleep?" I ask her as she tensed, shaking her head no she stood up and walked to the bathroom locking the door leaving me clueless on what happened, *it was your fault, you know she doesn't really love you. Just kill her already just like the other one*. The voice in my head hissed at me making me pull me hair out of frustration "shut up you don't tell me what to do." I strain going downstairs to the gym room wrapping my hands with tape.

Wade POV

I stare at myself in the mirror and all I can see is a broken girl there's no light in her eyes she has no hope.

I look down at my hands turning the tap on letting the water run onto my hands then cupping it to wash my face, I let the water drip down my face onto the floor, I grab the towel and pat down my face to dry it, I spot a hair brush on the counter and start to brush my hair to get the knots out.

I place the brush down looking more tamed and not like I was pulled through a hedge backwards, opening one of Brendon's drawers in the bathroom looking for a hair tie, after a short amount of time I find one and use it to tie my hair up into a messy bun.

I leave the bathroom and notice Brendon's gone but you could hear the faint thuds coming from downstairs.

*Punching bag*? Again I think to myself walking into the small room with some random weights and a punching bag seeing Brendon swing hits at it, you could tell that he was angry, his eyebrows were knitted together and had a frown on.

He pauses and looks up at the door forcing a smile "hey." I smile back walk towards him seeming a bead of sweat on his forehead drop and hit the floor.

"what are you doing?" i ask frowning seeing his knuckles bloody and bruised.
The dark red blood dripped down his fingers falling to the ground, looking back up at his face, he had a big smirk on it as he raised his fingers to his mouth licking the blood off his fingers and staring me down like I was his prey, Brendon started walking towards me and I backed up feeling my spine shiver giving me goosebumps as it hit the cold wall, his bloody hand pressed against the wall beside my head.

"I bet you taste better..." he smirked grabbing a hold of my face and pulling it closer to the point where our lips where close to touching but instead of a kiss he goes to my neck and drags his tongue from the bottom to the top of my neck biting harshly to my soft skin *you are such a whore ahha you love him doing this to you* the voice echoed around in my head as I tried to push him off. "Stop, please I don't want to do this right now."

I pled as he stops looking into his eyes I could see something snap *congrats you have made him mad, I hope this hurts* the voice spoke up once again I could feel the hurt coming off of Brendon and his eyes started to go glossy.

"I'm going out, need to do something so don't leave your room..." he snarled walking out of the gym towards the room I hate.

He's probably going to kill someone cause of me *fucking idiot, this is your fault!* the voice shouted at me as a tear fell from my face quickly and I wiped it away gasping for air at the thought of him killing another person came to mind. "Shit!" I shout and sit down on the floor with my head between my knees, I hear footsteps approach me as I look up I see him towering over me.

"Get upstairs." Brendon growled with his eyes shining with a murderous look which came along with a frown, staring directly into my soul.

I got up and made my way upstairs not even realising Brendon was right behind me until I got into the room and heard the door lock, I turn around and see that he has locked me in his room again.

"Great.." I sigh falling onto the bed staring at the ceiling letting myself think.

Hey guys sorry for the wait if you're confused just wait as the story continues as it is all explained any mistakes please point out :) {Vote~and~share}*comment and enjoy*