Chapter Fifteen:When It’s All Said And Done (FINAL)
It had been a week since the entire firework ordeal, and it was time for the Captors to leave. Kurloz had come home. Bags packed, and ready to go. Karkat had just woken up days beforehand. Emotional reunions and awkward chats with Mr. Vantas ensued. In the end, Mr. Vantas said he understood, and even gave Eridan a few reassuring talks about dating the younger Vantas. But, even for the Vantas family it was time to go home. With promises to come up and visit the Ampora family, they were gone. Simon was concerned about what the older Vantas brother was up to, and was only given a brief answer of, “Backpacking around the country with his boyfriend, Cronus.”
With final goodbyes, the Captor’s, and Latula piled into Simon’s truck and turned out of the driveway leaving the waves, sunshine, treehouse, and tragedy behind them. With more to face. The car ride was tense, and worrying. With each mile they put behind him the fact that they had no idea what they were going to come home to sunk in. Sollux was glued to Mituna’s side and squeezing his hand. Latula remained tight lipped, with a frown. Simon’s grip always seemed a little too tight on the wheel. White knuckled, and straight faced. They bought themselves a little more time dropping Latula off.
But it did nothing to help what they saw when they pulled into the driveway. There was no door, and the window was shattered.
“Stay in the car.” Simon spoke with a gruff voice filled with concern. Mituna nodded and Sollux frowned. “What the fuck! What if you get hurt?”
“Thollux ith Thimon were talking about. He’ll be fine. Promith.”
“If I’m not back in 15 minutes, call the police. Okay?”
“....Okay.” Sollux sighed slumping down a bit, still nervously looking at the house from the trucks window. Simon carefully crept in the entryway, quickly looking in the foyer drawer where he held his pistol, happy it was still there he grabbed it and looked up continuing to scout the house. The kitchen table was turned over, the fridge was gutted, and the cupboards were bare except the broken remains of glasses and plates. The living room television had cracks in it and was flipped on its side. Pictures that once hung on the wall lay in shattered remains on the floor. Little splatters of blood could be seen trailing from some of the broken glass and up the stairs.
Simon took a deep breath. David must have cut himself when he tore down the frames. If the intruder was indeed him. Carefully, Simon started up the stairs. Avoiding the creaky ones. When he was half way up he could hear rustling and muttering. “That has to be David. No thought about it.” Simon thought silently. Carefully aiming his pistol Simon finally made it to the top of the stairs and scowled seeing the blood trail lead into the forbidden room. Seconds after there was a gunshot. Running into the room without a thought, Simon almost gagged at the sight. Tears immediately streaming down his face.
All of her pictures are up. Standing carefully perfectly positioned so the light made her seem like she was here and alive.. Candles were lit around them, and little paper cranes. Her favorite. Each little trophy from her childhood were held on box stands like they were gold. David sat in the chair farthest away from the little shrine he had created, dead. His own gun limp in his hand, clattering to the floor. A gunshot through his head. “Sorry” was written everywhere on the walls in a mixture of blood and marker.
“Oh David....” He had truly loved her. But he was too twisted and crazy to ever truly show it. Though the scene was sickening, it was almost relieving to know.
The trouble was over. The pain was gone. No one would be hunting his family down. No more bruises on Sollux. No more scared calls at 4:00AM from the long deceased wife, when she was alive. Nothing but moving on. And a new life. Simon Captor puts his gun down, and calls the police, walking back to his truck and hugging his children close. They were safe. They were safe and everything would be okay.
After the police ask a boundless amount of questions and the paramedics and ambulance take David’s body away, Sollux and Mituna sit in the lawn holding hands curled up close. Nothing but the breeze and soft whispers of love and lisps are exchanged. Simon joins them a moment later with a faint smile on his face, looking up at the sky. Feeling a soft gentle touch on his shoulder, he turns his head. He could almost have sworn he saw his loving wife smile at him for a moment, but taking a double take, she was gone. She was finally at peace.
Many months and a year have past, since the last time the Captor family had moved from their old house. The new one wasn’t as mysterious.No secret passageways. But it was just enough for them to live comfortably. Simon stayed home more often now. Everything was looking up. And as for now...
Sollux Captor lay in his boyfriends lap, on a wooden deck. He has several mosquito bites on him, but he doesn’t care. Mituna is talking to his best friend Latula, who is sitting diagonally across from them in a rocking chair. Simon, Meulin, GHB, Damien, and Kurloz are all sitting by a fire drinking and laughing the night away. The lake is calm and quiet. Karkat and Eridan are swimming in the shallow of the water.
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Mituna carefully moves you off of him and starts running around. You think something may be wrong for a moment, until Mituna drags you with him a moment later and starts catching fireflies. The next thing you know, everyones in on it. Karkat has taken to keeping them in a jar. Eridan keeps catching new ones for him, and the adults are laughing drunkingly since they can’t keep up with the critters. Latula sits in the lawn with four of them on her hands. Mituna sets the jar of his own on your head. and runs around to get more. Taking the jar off your head, you look around smiling, just a firework booms overhead.
Youre really getting used to this.
Infact, its just like another way to breathe.
