Hollywood Undead (Derillo) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Twelve

FINAL CHAPTER

DANNY

"Danny...you need to wake up...Danny..."

I groan, George's voice being way too loud for my liking, especially with the way my head was currently pounding.

"Thank god you're awake Danny...we need to get out of here..."

I open my eyes and find myself staring directly at George who was sat in front of me tied to a chair looking roughed up and bloody. I try to move only to find my hands tied behind my back and to a chair just like George.

"What happened George?"

"I should have known something was off when the cafe started to empty...then that gas canister got thrown in and then I remember someone or something knocking me out and I guess you as well."

I glance around and to no surprise, we were in a warehouse, which I didn't want to call cliché but it was kind of cliché when it came to kidnappings.

"Finally, this would have been dull if the two of you weren't awake."

"Aron," George growls.

George stares over my shoulder so I couldn't see Aron.

"I have someone here who would like to see both of you before I kill you," Aron laughs.

George's eyes widen and he attempts to get out of his binds. I try to move my own wrists but the ropes were pretty tight and dug into my skin whenever I tried to move an inch.

"I'm sorry guys...I'm so sorry..."

As soon as I hear J's voice I try my best to strain my head just to catch a glimpse but with no luck.

"Don't strain yourself little Ragan, I'll bring lover boy to you," Aron continues laughing.

A few seconds pass and a load of scuffling later Aron appears in between George and I and throws a pretty beat up J on the ground. J coughs up blood and holds his stomach while looking me directly in the eyes.

"What the fuck do you want Aron?" George growls.

Aron sighs loudly before kicking J in the stomach pulling a gurgled scream from between J's lips. "Papa Murillo put the hit on Danny, he paid us to kill him. As long as Danny's alive I know J will never fully come back to me so I'm going to do to Danny what I did to Matt. With the added bonus of getting paid on top."

I gasp loudly, not wanting to believe that the person who raised me could want me killed at the hand of some gang. I loved my dad, but now I didn't quite know what to believe.

"Are you going to cry, Danny?" Aron mocks, walking towards me cockily.

I shake my head, I wasn't going to cry in front of this guy. Aron crouches down in front of me and darts his hand out to grab my chin and forces me quite roughly to look him directly in the eyes.

"Get your filthy hands off my son you dick," George shouts, angrily thrashing against his restraints, "do something J, how much longer are you going to let him have power over you?"

"J's not going to do anything George, he knows it's no use trying to fight me. He knows he'll always be blamed for Matt's death, you guys never fully forgave him. He'll never be forgiven for Danny's and then your demise George, so why would he do anything to stop the inevitable?" Aron mocks, clutching my chin tighter.

JOREL

All I can do is watch from my heap on the ground as Danny squirms around trying to break free of Aron's tight grasp. Aron was right I wouldn't fight him, death followed me everywhere, I got Matt killed and now I was going to get Danny killed. I was weak and worthless, a waste of space.