Who are you?

Chapter 9

(George's POV)

I couldn't believe James's words.
Don't trust him.
My mind became filled with insults and threats bubbling at the tip of my tongue.
How could James say such a thing?
Will.
My sunshine.
The only thing that scares my sadness away anymore.
My best friend. No. My soulmate.

He's here to kill you

I couldn't handle the thought.
Was he lying about loving me?
But I felt it. It felt real.

His hand reached towards my arm. I pulled back almost instinctively.
"Don't."
"George," his tone was soft like he was talking to a child.

"James, will he come back?"
"George! He's going to fucking kill you! He was lying to you this whole time and you want him back?" James's words were true but vicious.

What do I feel?
Betrayed?
Scared?
Useless?
All I know is I don't feel fine.

"James, I loved him."
Loved.

"George, I think we should have a proper sit down and discuss this elsewhere. Explain to your dads later, at the moment they think Will is a shitty magician," I appreciated James's small giggle.

"Ok," I mumble.

"I'll phone Alex."

*Time skip brought to you by crippling depression*

"What are you going to tell Alex?" James and I are making our way towards the apartment, figuring ways to expose James in a less exciting manner.

"He should be chill with it, and between you and me - we already went there" James winked, slathering icing on the already disgusting cake.

"Gross. I hope it was in your room."
To this James laughed. Grosser

"Hey, before we go in, do you think you'll be ok without him?"

If I was being honest I'd reply with no, but I couldn't have James worry for me.

"Maybe, I just need time,"
"I can lend you Clive if you'd like to cry a bit, he's helped me through a lot,"
Clive was his stupid stuffed bear. He loved that bear.

"No thanks,"
James smiled before arriving at our apartment and unlocking the door with the spare key.

"Alex!"
Upon hearing his name Alex sped down the hallway in his pink socks to us.

"So, what's wrong? Where's Will?"
I bit the inside of my cheek to hold in the tears.
"Oh, um..."
"Some stuff has...happened. George, how about you go have a shower while I fill Alex in."

I nodded, shuffling down the hall to my room for some clothes.

The handle turns and the door reveals my room.
Except it's been trashed.
Tables turned, chairs in disproportionate positions and draws emptied out on the floor.

I look down the hall at Alex and James, they're hugging.
I slowly enter my room as if it wasn't destroyed.
The door clicks behind me.
"Will?" I whisper.

How I hoped he caused this. No other explanation could match.
James thinks I should be scared but I want him desperately.

"Will, love, are you here?" I cautiously step through the trash.
Mumbles can be heard from my wardrobe. From what I can make out it's not English.

Will?
I reach out towards the door of my closet reminding myself of everything James told me.
He's here to kill you.
He lied to you.
He's dead.

I gained my composure and pulled the door towards me.

A shell of a man sits curled in a ball. Clothes tattered, torn and burnt. His brown hair tasseled in every direction. Cheeks bloated and red, tears coating each side.
Between his fingers he holds a necklace with a cross on the end of the string.

"W-will?" My voice cracked, he looked like literal shit.

His dry lips part as he opens his eyes to look at me.
"I'm sorry, George."
Everything I told myself about not trusting him disappeared and was replaced with concern.

"What happened?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. I can't save me. I can't save you. God is a cruel man"

"I know I don't fully understand but there has to be something we can do?"

He looks back to the necklace in his palms. He whispers words that don't seem of a known language.

"I'm so sorry,"
Bright light eradicated the shadows around us.
A painful ringing deafened me.

I fell to the floor, clutching my ears in pain.

"Will?!" I squint through the brightness. I couldn't see anything.

"Hello," a voice said in the back of my mind.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Here is a fine example of a rebel and what happens when you don't follow the rules."

Upon opening my eyelids I was greeted with an audience, a camera and a tv displaying a small man strapped to a chair.
Wait.
That small man looks an awful lot like me.

I tilt my head to get a better look of my surroundings. The man mimics. That's me.

"Let's meet our guests! This man right here, his name is George. A very bad man. He wants mankind dead and therefore must be stopped."
A spot light hovers above my head.

Wait. "Wants mankind dead"?

"I think you've got me mixed u-" my voice stopped.
I tried screaming and nothing came out.
What the fuck?

"And here is our rebel! He refuses to listen to my orders and can you believe he's actually in love with this human!" The voice bellows laughter and the crowd joins in like this is some sick sitcom.

The screen above the crowd shows live footage of another boy in a small white room. He is restrained against a board with his eyes pried open.

Will?

"Now that you are familiar with our guests, it's time to begin our fun!"
The crowd cheers.

My heart rate increases as the camera cuts to me again however there is now a sharp looking man in a white suit behind me. A knife in his left hand and a bottle of something in his right.
Malicious intent in his eyes.

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