Taking Route East, Not Calling "Home" • Twenty One Pilots

TRENCH: 0.4: chapter four

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy this story, I'm really enjoying writing it and I know not a lot do you are reading but to those who are, thank you. ||-//

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The Bandito Camp was starting to glow in the rising sun of Trench, Josh and Tyler's hands were clasped together as the early risers went out to pick at the flameless bonfires from the day before. Josh handed his torch to one of them, the bandito smiling and nodding at him in thanks. Tyler squeezed Josh's hand, his head going so fast that he needed to be saved, but the only person who could save him would be himself.

"How's Jenna?" Tyler whispered, not wanting to tamper with the peace and chill of the sun rising over the camp.

"A wreck, she misses you." Josh returned, pulling Tyler towards his and Debby's tent. Debby was asleep inside, but Josh shook her awake, kissing her in the lips to wake her up as if she were sleeping beauty.

"G'morning Josh." She groaned, rubbing her eyes open and wrapping her arms around Josh, who smirked back to Tyler, who rolled her eyes. Debby's brow furrowed, making her sit up right up in shock, her eyes wide at the sight before her.

"Tyler?" She asked. Josh nodded, looking over to Tyler helplessly, but not in a bad way. In a Josh and Tyler way. She looked at Josh with fear in her eyes.

"But... he... Josh! He has eight flowers now! What about Nico?" She asked, Josh shrugged, wrapping his arms around his knees.

"He can't resist, you understand." He said, smirking. Debby tried to hide her smile, Tyler giggled and blushed at the comment. The two looked at him, smiling at the laugher, as it had been so long since they really heard it for themselves.

"But still." She said, her face straightening out. Josh sighed.

"It'll be fine, trust me." Josh assured, Debby kept her eyes locked on Tyler as a precaution, not wanting him to be taken away like the time before.

"He's going to be taken back, you know." Debby whispered.

"Of course I know, but it's not like he's gone right now." Josh said. 

As if it were a cliché movie from Hollywood, or a cue was drawn from a director, and hand drew from the outside of the tent. White with black tips, grabbing Tyler from the back of his collar from his jacket. Josh scrambled out of the tent, looking at the red-hooded bishop with ferocity. He stood still, just looking. Tyler was being dragged away, the two's eyes locked in with another. Josh couldn't go back to Dema, he'd be executed within the first day of being back in the walls. They know how he'd go.

Debby climbed out of the tent, standing beside Josh.

"Eight more flowers." She said, Josh sighed, putting his arm around her. They looked at the piece of family they kept loosing to the hell of Dema, with it's illusions of neon and threatening vultures forcing people to conform to whatever standards they created for power.

Behind them, a scream came from Jenna, who was ugly crying. Jordan kept a hold of her, banditos around looking to Josh for instruction, who just shook his head, they understood. Jordan looked to Josh for reassurance, who just kept looking to the hill, where Tyler was no where to be seen. Not anymore.

"You really did that." Jordan muttered, Josh nodded in an un-emoted way.

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Tyler sat with his knees to his chest in the cell once more, Paige running down the hall to him and almost throwing her arm out when she grabbed onto the bar of his cell to slow down.

"How on earth did you escape?" She asked, Tyler shrugged.

"Just met up with an old friend." He said, she chuckled.