Tyler faced down the dark hall, completely and utterly alone.
His head was spinning. His vision was blurred, with fuzzy black tunnel vision around the edges.
He stumbled down the corridor, tripping over his own two feet like he was drunk.
He was bleeding from a gash on the side of his head.
Suddenly, he fell to the floor. His knees buckled, and he jut out his hands to catch himself from hitting his head on the grey tiles.
He stayed there on all fours, chest heaving, trying to hold on to the little bit of consciousness he had left.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, making Tyler look up.
Nine bright red robes glowed in the shadows.
One of the robed figures stood in front of the group. In his hand he was holding onto someone's arm.
Tyler broke into a sob. Crystal tears poured out of his eyes like miniature waterfalls.
It was Josh.
He was barely standing. His body was limp, the only thing keeping him standing was the Bishop holding his arm.
His head was lolled back, glazed eyes half-closed. Blood dribbled out his open mouth. His shirt was stained red. He was bruised, face of contusions.
"You promised," Josh choked out.
Tyler screamed when the Bishop suddenly threw Josh to the ground. His body literally slid across the floor, smearing blood on the tiles.
"You promised," Josh repeated. "You promised this wouldn't happen."
Tyler stared wide-eyed in horror at his Josh.
He did this.
It was his fault.
He broke his promise.
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Tyler sat bolt upright in bed, hyperventilating with sweat running down his face. His lungs felt like they were being squeezed in vice.
He ran one hand through his hair and gasped for air. He placed his other hand on his bare chest, just so he could feel his heart beating.
Looking down, he saw Josh laying next to him, curled up and deep asleep.
Safe. Alive. Not dying.
Tyler pressed his mouth together in a tight line and let out a huff of air through his nose.
When his breathing and heart rate finally returned to normal, Tyler threw back the covers and jumped off the cot.
Instinct took over. He hadn't even seen the Bishops in real life, and they were already infiltrating his dreams.
Tyler decided. He was scraping Bandito's plan and following his own.
After hastily pulling on boxers and black cargo pants, Tyler rushed over to the trunk full of Bandito clothes.
He kneeled down on the ground in front of it, eyes scanning through the pile of yellow and green and camo and black.
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THE RUN AND GO : JOSHLER
Fanfiction: WANTED : DEAD OR ALIVE : TYLER "MAD GEAR" JOSEPH JOSH "MISSILE KID" DUN ALEX "RENEGADE" GASKARTH PATRICK "YOUNGBLOOD" STUMP PETE "MR. BENZEDRINE" WENTZ : REWARD IF FOUND : : IF FOUND , CONTACT : BRENDON "THE GREEN GENTLEMAN" URIE {all respect to t...
