Falice oneshots At Midnight

Broken Solider

Spoilers for 3x17 or season 3. This didn't happen in the show so don't worry.

Moments pass like a flash. First you think you're fine... and the next you're begging for help. For every one that dreadful night... it.. was... hell on earth. Caves began to crumble and hearts stopped.

When he approached the wreckage, he fell to his knees, wailing as he scooped him up into his arms. Anger filled his heart as his eyes broke the damn

between tears. He swallows harshly, his arms falling weak from the pain. "Jug?" His son didn't move. He began to finger his hands through his sons thick raven hair. "Jug? Come on, bud. Please wake up for dad. Please for me, Jug?" He got no response. He brought his fingers to his neck and gasped. He didn't feel a pulse. He- he was gone.

FP had no idea how long he'd been gone for. He quickly dialed 911 with his fingers trembling like no tomorrow. His son's eyes remained shut. He leaned closer to press his lips to his son's cold temple. His mind fogged. Hadn't Jug? It didn't matter now.

Momets blurred into flashing arrays. Archie stood by the back entrance to apartment building. He had seen the inside. It was too late when he noticed Jug had gone down. He ripped through his shirt and saw a bloody bullet hole point back on the left side of his chest. All he knew was it was Gladys Jones's fault. She set them up and now Jughead was dead.

"Oh god!" FP and Archie turned around. Betty came racing toward them, tears quickly filling her eyes. "Jug! Juggie!" She began crying and fell to her knees by FP. His hand rubbed her back for support.

Betty's eyes burned from rage and devastation. Her Juggie was gone. Jughead Jones had died and by his mother's merciless hands. She had a twisted gut feeling in her. She had a feeling something was going to happen. Veronica, Cheryl and Toni stood motionless at the sight. Toni had been so angry with him and was now bawling like a baby. He had been her best friend. Although she was angry with him, never ever did she want him to die. Cheryl held Toni as she sobbed in her arms. Sweet Pea and Fangs held their jaws clenched. They wanted murder for their loss. And it was his own devilish mother.

What kind of mother deliberately hurt their own child? Apparently Gladys Jones wasn't mother of the year. She wanted to stop him from exposing and shutting down her drug business. She even as fair as threaten her son's life and undoubtedly succeeded.

"What happened?" FP finally asked, sitting in the hospital waiting room chairs. "W-What happened to my baby boy?" His voice begins to crack.

Archie and the other serpents shared a look before exhaling. "The Garyoles had guns. Jughead recruited them to raid and take out of them. I asked my two buddies, Mad Dog and Baby teeth to help. We were ambushed and unaware about the guns, Mr. Jones." Archie watched the sheriff crumble.

FP wore an angry look in his eyes and also filled with dispair. His son was dead and he hadn't listen to him yet again. He told him if he caught another. He would throw them into jail himself. "Since when did the Garyoles have guns?"

Betty spat," Their new leader." FP's lips turned into a frown. He had failed. He failed his son. He let him die in his fight. "If I had known I would've never..."

"Oh my god, is he okay?!"

Betty fought the angry demons swarming inside her head. The drug mother had the audacity to walk in and act like she hadn't set them up. Gladys had a sorry look in her eyes. That Betty didn't believe for a second. She didn't. She knew what Gladys had done.

"Don't you dare." She snapped as she glared at Gladys. FP was shocked by Betty's reaction. Gladys crosses her arms over her chest. "Excuse me?"

Betty drew her hand back and slapped her across the face." You bitch!" She screamed, angrily bawling her fists. "You set it up! You killed your own son!"