Hold Me Close

Chapter Forty: Savagery

-=Evan=-

Slam after slam on my door, and an honest to God fear for my life swelled inside me. The only defense that we had against the psychotic lunatic actively trying to kill us all was the pistol I was frantically and hastily putting bullets into. We were all huddled in the corner of the room, unable to escape the demon trying to break down my door.

After a loud and frightening final crack at the door my father had budged the door just far enough to be able to push it out of his way.

"There you are!" He shouted, absolute rage and insanity flashed in his eyes as he waved a long, black serrated hunting knife in the air. "You fucking coward, huddled up in the corner with your other faggot friends." He sneered, slowly taking step after step closer to us until he was just within an arm's reach. This was perfect timing, because behind my back I had just managed to finish inserting the rounds of ammunition into my handgun, and I quickly whipped it around to my front and aimed it dead center at where his heart should be, if he even has one that is.

The sight of actual death in front of him only made my father laugh.

"You won't do it." He taunted. But instead of letting me choose, he knocked the gun, my only defense, straight across the room. "And you still have yet to grow a pair. All of that dick sucking you do I'd bet." I know I should have been scared for my life, but hearing him say those words melted the fear right out of me. He was still the same, and instead of being frightening to me he only pissed me off.

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-=Summer=-

I was terrified. Great entrance line, I know, right? Not but seriously. You can always joke around about things like this, and build up all the self-confidence in the world, but the second you're out under the blade your whole perception changes drastically. A mixture of pure adrenaline and emotions were flooding me, washing me over internally. But I don't think that anyone was prepared for what came next. Evan lost it. And I mean seriously lost it, which is a complete 180 from his usual self. He lunged at his father, who looked exactly like him, and tore at him, catching him off guard. Evan's father fell back, dropping his hunting knife on the ground just out of reach as Evan bit, clawed, punched, tore, all of it. He was acting like an absolute wild animal, defending himself for his life. His father never stood a chance, and from the rapid flurry of movement, Evan put him out like a light.

He wasn't...dead. Evan's father's chest was rising and falling shallowly, but he was hurt real bad. Evan's adrenaline high wore off and he fell onto his knees, his paws and teeth covered in blood. He looked down at himself and then to his father's unconcious form on the ground in disbelief of what he had just done. All that Alex and I could do was silently sit there, gaping and unable to speak a word.

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-=Jason=-

I woke up...I think. I couldn't really tell at this point, everything just felt so numb all over. I guess I was awake because I was able to open my eyes, for a brief second anyways. Blinding lights shone down at me, and slowly I was able to get used to them. I decided that I was in a hospital room, but I had no idea why. It was the same type of hospital that Evan was in before. But it felt very different this time around. An actual police officer was at the door, motionless and expressionless. I tried to sit up, but my efforts to do so were futile because the second I did my vision swam in front of me and my head hit the pillow again. God damn I had one hell of a headache.

"Yeah I wouldn't get up, you've got a killer concussion." The officer at the door said, chuckling.

"Wait what? How'd I get here?" I asked, coverig my eyes from the swirling flashbang lights above me.

"Wait, what's the last thing that you remember?" He asked. Last thing that I remember?

"I think I was out minigolfing with my friends. Why, did something happen?" I responded.

"Well...how to put this. Before I say anything, I want you to know that I'm very sorry for what I am about to tell you. One of your friends' father broke into the dormitory you were all at with the intent to kill his son, and unfortunately a lot of you got in his way. The suspect in question has been taken in and charged with attempted first degree murder...as well as a full charge of second degree murder as well." He explained gloomily. At those words my stomach dropped and my heart jumped into my throat. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Wh-who." I mumbled out. He looked down at a clipboard that he was holding.

"I'm only allowed to have a first name. His name was Brandon." He said.

I fell back into my pillow, a knot forming in my throat. I had known Brandon forever. The two of us had gone through everything together, been to hell and back. I didn't even try to stop the tears that came out of my eyes.

"I'll let you have some space." He said, opening the door and starting to walk out.

"W-wait." I called out, causing him to stop and turn back towards me. "Can I see him?"

"I'd have to ask the doctor because of your head, but I'm sure she will say yes. I'll be right back" He replied, walking out to go ask whoever my doctor was.

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I wasn't allowed to walk, but I was permitted to go see him in a wheelchair. Well I suppose that I am an adult and could walk out if I wanted to, but the emotions were too high right now for any of that. When I was wheeled down to the morgue by a nurse I was met by an outstretched table and a pink shape crying over the motionless shape of Brandon, lying there as if he was merely asleep and was about to wake up any minute.

I wheeled myself up beside Amy, who had her head buried in her arms on top of Brandon crying. I rubbed her back, staring at Brandon's lifeless body.