I want to hold you hand. (one shot)

Chapter 1

Freddie could hear John crying out into the darkness, and though he was also experiencing pain he reached out for him.

“John” he groaned, John gave out a little cry.

“Freddie”he called in response.“I can’t see, where are you?” he asked. There was a shift in the darkness.

“I-I don’t know” he whimpered. Freddie’s heart ached for him, and he couldn’t hold back his own tears.

“W-well keep talking and I-I’ll try and find y-you” he whispered, now fighting the tears and the pain that overtook his body.

John didn’t say anything really, only cried harder. Freddie followed the sound, eventually finding him, he crawled up next to him placing a hand on his chest. John screamed and slapped his hand away.

“Jesus John it’s me” he cried. John whimpered taking his hand.

“Freddie” he sobbed “Are you alright” A simple no was all he could manage. Suddenly John flew away from him, screaming out into the darkness. The screaming stopped after a loud thud.

“John” Freddie called out, with no response.“John” he tried again.

Still nothing except for a sound Freddie couldn't pinpoint. It sounded like the roof had a leak. He crawled towards the sound.

“John please” he whimpered. He stopped in his tracks when he felt something drip on his head. He looked up and it dropped onto his cheek. He reached out to find the source when without warning the room lit up, exposing Johns corpse hanging on the wall. A knife stuck out from his chest and little droplets of blood fell from the point landing on his face.

Freddie harshly shut his eyes and let his head fall onto the cold, hard concrete floor. Even with the amount of force he used to close his eyes, tears still managed to seep out. He let out a harsh sob and rolled onto his side.

When he opened his eyes again.it was to see his own injuries. He had cuts and blood all over him. He felt himself growing weaker, though he found the strength to stand.

He turned away from what use to be John and threw up. After he felt he got everything out he shut his eyes, and turned back to his body.

His knees grew weak causing him to fall to the floor before him.

“John” he sobbed. He looked up to see his face. The death was evident. He was gone. Freddie felt himself on the verge of death and reached out to grab John's hand. His fingers only grazed his palm when he fell to the ground for the last time.