Child • Jøshler

chapter thirty twø

Trigger warning: blood

Brendon spread his wings out wide for effect, making a show.

Yes. It was Patrick's fault. It was Patrick's fault Ryan is now dead.

Patrick was trying his best to release himself from the ropes that held his arms to his body. He was extremely unsuccessful.

Brendon spread his arms out slowly, long claws shone in deadly brightness. He dug the said claws into Patrick's shoulders. Patrick screamed out in the pain. Ten thick drops of blood streamed down Patrick's arms underneath his shirt, leaving their trace on the dull blue fabric. Smelling the blood, Brendon's grin widened along with his nails. Patrick screamed louder (if that was possible) as the sharp claws broke through his flesh.

Not being able to tell which move Brendon will make next, Patrick stared straight into Brendon's eyes while panting. He wasn't really crying, pained tears just simply went.

Then, Brendon smirked evilly and Patrick really didn't see this coming.

Brendon dragged his nails through the inside of Patrick's shoulders and found his way out of the flesh. Everybody watching was terrified to the point where their knees gave up. There were certain three girls extremely proud of their victim choice.

Brendon held his closed fists before him. Patrick's pants started to show more pain, but he was strong. Brendon blinked at the dirty blonde two more times before looking down and revealing the contents of his fists.

Patrick's blood, skin and flesh lied on display. Patrick couldn't watch. He couldn't think of the obvious.

Brendon was going to eat him slowly, he was going to torture him.

Brendon rose his hand up to his mouth ever so slowly, smelling the beautiful blood.

The sweet revenge.

But right when he was going to shove a piece of flesh into his mouth, his wings and arms got tied to his body by a black fog from behind. The flesh and skin dropped to the ground and Brendon was starting to struggle in trying to get out. He growled angrily, looking in a distance behind Patrick and seeing a group of his frens standing there.

Brendon tried to spread his wings and get Andy off his back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. The boys approached him and untied Patrick. Pete spread his arms out and Patrick ran into his love-filled hug. Patrick buried his face into Pete's shoulder and spoke unintelligibly while still crying. Pete was trying his best to calm him down. Pete walked Patrick away.

"Tyler, you get the people away" Dallon instructed, pointing fingers "Josh, Andy and I will deal with Brendon"

Tyler nodded, gulping. There was too much blood. He was barely aware of his shaking hands. There was Patrick, still bleeding. There was Brendon with bloodied hands. There were idiots who held the ritual and had bleeding wrists for their own dumb reasons. His throat started to burn, dry as ever. His eyes ran from corner to corner of his peripheral vision.

Josh, who always seemed to take moments to stare at Tyler, noticed Tyler's sudden nervousness. And knowing Pete who was once a blood-thirsty creature, he immediately knew what was going on. Glancing at Brendon once, he walked toward Tyler.

"Hey" Josh lied his palm on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler jumped slightly at the touch, starting to pant and looking into Josh's eyes with his shaking ones. His eyes were redder than ever, glowing in the dark.

"C'mon, let's walk" Josh said, sliding his arm onto the small of Tyler's back and turning Tyler away from the scene.

Dallon, searched for Josh with his eyes in confusion, but smiled when he saw the two taking slowly and careful steps away. He turned to help Andy.

"Brendon. Brendon!" Dallon slowly rose his hands and placed them onto Brendon's cheeks "Hey, listen to me. Calm down, you're okay. Everything's going to be okay"

Brendon was panting, getting exhausted because of his unsuccessful tries of escaping Andy's hold. He was showing his teeth and growling "He killed Ryan. He deserves to die! He deserves to suffer!"

"Shh" Dallon spoke quietly "You know that's not true, calm down"

But Brendon would not calm down.

Tyler was taking unsure steps, wanting to go back and kill, but knowing that'd be the wrong thing to do.

"If only Brendon were as strong as you are" Josh let out a small laugh.

Tyler moved his head to his left and looked at Josh's smile. Josh's laugh is pretty. And his smile too. And Josh.

"You okay?" Josh asked, pointing at a spot under a tree where they could sit down. They moved toward it.

"Yea-" Tyler was going to reply, but was cut off by a terrific sight.

Both Tyler and Josh froze in place, not even getting to sit down yet. Men with rifles stood before them, wearing all black uniforms. They grinned at Tyler. Pretty, pretty red eyes.

"Hello, child" the man in the front said. Josh cursed under his breath.

"It's them" Josh said, but Tyler was too shook to understand. Josh started to walk backwards, grabbing Tyler's hand. Tyler looked down at the warm touch, wanting to ask questions, but Josh started to shout "Run! Run!"

And they ran. They ran back to alert the boys.

Josh whispered pleads to himself "Oh Dallon, please tell me Brendon's normal, please God"