Bughead || Twenty Over

34. "Four chalices"

got a comment today that it's been a while and i should update lol then i remembered this has been sitting in my drafts so here's this haha sorry guys
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||| Jughead POV|||

We walk slowly, silently, each with a flashlight in hand making sure to keep our eyes open for any surprise.

Before we left I made sure Archie and Veronica knew our number one priority was keeping Betty and the baby safe. We all agreed, if it came down to Betty or one of us, Betty would be walking out of this alive- if no one else.

I can't believe it's come down to this. At eighteen weeks pregnant, my girlfriend is forced to scale the woods to some murder house with our best friends in search of a psycho murderer. Fun.

I watch as Betty uncomfortably shuffles along on her swollen feet, struggling to walk as she's been confined to a bed for weeks. She's supposed to be on bed rest for god's sake.

She looks over her shoulder at me and reaches for my hand. I gladly take it and she squeezes gently as if to tell me everything is alright.

"There it is" Betty whispers.
We all stare forward, afraid to take another step. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Betty get behind me, Archie behind her."
I'm not taking any chances, at all.

We all walk slowly to the door, only to be met with a table. A table and four chalices.

"What the hell is this, some twisted version of G&G?" Veronica snarks.

"Drink." He says.
The gun cocks and makes direct contact with the side of Veronica's head.
We all go dead still, Betty still behind me.

Veronica shakily reaches for the glass putting it to her lips, and chugging. We all watch her slowly, making sure she doesn't drop dead.

"You next, Red." He spits.
Archie puts the glass to his lips and downs the mysterious liquid, trying to will the gun away from his girlfriends head.

He turns to me and I don't waste time, i'm not taking any risks for Betty's sake.

"My Betty," He whispers, "Only you left"
"No." I finally speak up
"Juggie" She grabs my hand willing me to silence before grabbing the chalice and drinking the entirety of the cup.

"Good." he swings the gun around his finger and away from Veronica's head. "You may continue in." He laughs menacingly. "i'll be around."

We all shuffle into the house as he steps off the porch and back into the woods. It gives us a little comfort to know where he is, and that he hasn't hurt us yet.

"This has got to be some kind of game, if he wanted to kill us he would've done it then." Archie says. "Well clearly, and I don't know about you all but those chalices definitely aren't sitting right with me." Veronica replies.

"Juggie," Betty sways on her feet and her eyelids flutter gently. I automatically grab her by the waist and hold her weight for her. "Juggie, I don't feel so good." she whispers.

"I've got you, Betts." Saying anything to comfort her.

"Guys," Veronica calls, "I think I found our test." We all move to where she is, careful to make to much noise, eyes open for the Black hood.

" The sinners blood must be spilt, now it's your turn." Veronica reads, "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means he wants our blood" Betty whispers. She picks up the knife displayed on the table and puts it to her wrist, but before she can move another inch it's out of her hands and down my arm. I hand it to Archie and he does the same, even Veronica follows suite.

"There blood spilt, mission accomplished" I say
"Juggie you know I have to do it too" Betts says
"No, Betty, you're no sinner."
"Juggie... are you kidding me?" she laughs, "I'm an Unwed mother, carrying my serpent boyfriends babies- I am the poster child for sin, Jughead." Still I grab her hand and pull her around to where Veronica and Archie are looking around.

"He seems to have gotten lazy, either that or this is all just some game to trap us here." Archie says. "No, now that you mention it Archikins, i'm starting to feel as though i've had one to many glasses of Perrier-Jouet Belle Époque." Veronica whispers, placing a hand on her head.

I turn around and notice my girl on the floor hands on her growing belly. "Jug, something doesn't feel right." she whispers and my heart drops.

I jump towards her as the gun goes off twice. I pull her off the floor and into my arms, following Veronica and Archie into a bedroom closet.

"shit, is everyone okay?" Archie asks quietly, holding Ronnie close to him.

I run my hands over Betty making sure she's alright, but i quickly realize that she's not.

"Betts, what the hell" I whisper, "Betty oh my god you're bleeding, what did you do" I'm incredibly flustered.

"I-i didn't have a choice, he was gonna h-hurt you, j-jug."
"Betty did you stab yourself, oh my god" Veronica says in hushed tons.

The wood starts to creek and we all know what's coming. Betty's standing in my arms pressed up again the closet wall. I can feel her blood dripping down my arms as her knees begin to lose strength, she can't stand on her own. Suddenly there's an intake of breath and a gush of water hits the floor. Betty damn near collapses into my arms, breathing heavy and gripping her eighteen week old bump. eighteen. waters don't break at eighteen weeks... right?

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well that was riveting, can you breathe?