Shutterbug // Yandere!Travis x Zane

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YO!
Let's get started shall we?

Should I write more Yandere books?
Like,I don't know - a Yandere!Garroth x Laurence?

Also; There are a great number of curse words in this chapter. Here's the heads up.

Slight gore, as well.

Length: 608 Words
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Travis gritted his teeth, struggling against the bonds to try and escape. His one love betrayed him!
Even after all he's done for Zane. Travis saved Zane from a sad and pathetic life alone.

Click
Click
Click

The damn clicking noise was affecting Travis. Zane took a mental note of this, seeing as the expressions Travis were making clued him in.
If Zane wanted revenge on his old kidnapper - he'd want to make Travis suffer.

Zane sauntered over with an expensive camera wrapped around his neck, and a medium sized stack of pictures in his hand.
The white haired boy twisted his neck to get a better look at the thing around Zane's neck, recognizing it as his favorite camera.
Zane fiddled with the strap as he got closer to his victim.

"I didn't realize how much I hated you until now," The boy said slowly as his eyes pierced into Travis'. He paused and growled.
"You took god damn pictures." Travis rolled his eyes.

"Obviously? You saw the present I made for you," Travis paused. "Oh. You mean those pictures." The tied up boy giggled evilly. Zane clenched his fist, throwing the stack of photographs - scattering them along the floor. Bodies.

They were pictures of all the people that had gone "missing".

Aphmau.
Aaron.
Katelyn.
Lucinda.
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All of them, in various poses. Clearly, painfully clear, that the life was drained from their eyes. Travis wasn't fazed in the slightest. "Well, my darl-"

"Travis for once in your fucking life, act like you used to in high school around me and shut up." Travis did as he was told.
Zane's eyes turned dark as he stepped back several paces, anger clear in his eyes.

The white haired boy heart skipped a beat - his breathing became much more rapid as his eyes watching Zane walk to a table and pic something up from it.

Travis was scared. Zane was excited.
In the black haired boy's hand, was a rather large and sharp looking knife.
"You caused me so much pain over these last few months. You make me sick."
Travis began to cry.

Why would his love do this to him?

Zane walked up to the tied up boy, smirking and began to drag the knife over Travis' face.

"Now to make you feel the same way," Zane paused, letting a moment of silence settle between the pair. "More or less."
Travis started full on sobbing now.

Begging.
Pleading.

Zane took the knife, and lifted it just above Travis hand. Then- swung down - piercing the skin as Travis screamed in anguish.

How fun, Zane thought before his vision went black.
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Zane woke up from his dream with a start, sweat dripping from his face. A little bit of dribble went down his chin. He was in his bed, and the alarm clock said it was 1:30z

Zane looked to his side, noticing his lover was gone. He peered over the side and giggled slightly.

"Oh Travis. You fell, you silly goose."

Zane picked up Travis' lifeless decapitated head and held it tightly in his hands before lying back in bed and falling asleep.

Travis' frozen face was one of pure terror as if he was saying -

"No! Not my little Shutterbug. He wouldn't."

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lol this was crappy
sorry
-Aris