𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 | 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖

chapter thirteen: my boyfriend's back

When Eddie came to, his eyes opened softly and experimentally like that of a newborn baby. He was tied to a chair by his hands and legs.

He decided not to say 'where am I?' because it was pretty obvious where he was. It was an old, abandoned building.

Instead, he decided to say, "where's Richie?"

Out of the shadows, Victor Criss appeared with a forced fake smile on his face. "You don't have to worry about him."

"You killed him!" Eddie yelled.

"No, no, no!" Victor was panicking with Eddie, "he's fine, he's fine!"

Belch Huggins walked through a door into the room, "what the fuck, Criss? You're supposed to keep the suspense!" The large moves towards Eddie, trying to 'stick to the script'. "We knew we'd find you eventually, boy."

Eddie remained quiet, unsure of what to say.

"All we had to do was follow the hippies," Belch laughed, "and the stench of marijuana."

Belch was right in front of Eddie now, "before we turn you in, we wanna have some fun with you." It pained Belch to see the terrified look on Eddie's face. "I'll leave you to it, Vic."

Belch left, shooting Victor a look that said, 'don't fuck this up for us or we'll lose our tongues.'

"Okay." Victor said, trying to muster up some courage, "I will torture you now, small one." He cringed at his own words.

Eddie would've laughed if he weren't terrified out of his mind. But he was absolutely fucking horrified.

"Your name's Eddie?"

Eddie nodded his eyes looking like they were about to fall out of his head.

"Groovy." Victor furrowed his eyebrows, "so is Eddie short for something? Edmund? Eduardo? Edwin? Edgar? Edna?"

"E-Edward." Eddie hated the name that came out of his mouth, but really didn't want to cause any trouble.

Victor Criss stood awkwardly and Eddie was beginning to wonder what his problem was. Perhaps he was gassy? No, he would've been able to tell. Maybe he was just softer than the other boys.

"I will begin by removing a toenail."

"What!" Eddie squealed, squirming in his seat. "I love my toenails, I need those! I'll scratch you with my big toe!"

Victor held his hands up in surprise, "can I take one of your teeth then?"

"That's even worse!"

"I'll shave your head then."

"If you do that, I will end you!" Eddie's confidence grew the more hesitant that Victor became. "I'm told my hair is one of my best features!" He flaunted his hair by moving just a tiny bit due to the restraints on his body.

"God, this is harder than I thought it would be." Victor sighed.

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"Motherfucking bitch!" Richie yelled, spitting in Henry Bowers' face. "Just turn us in already, you pussies!"

"Watch your mouth, trashmouth." Henry smiled like a deranged maniac with Richie's spit on his left cheek. He had no emotion.

"Yeah, we got Belch and Vic torturing your boy toy in the other room and he'll be screaming." Patrick Hockstetter spoke, "and it'll be all your fault. You're the one who was too scared to sleep in a tent with him." Patrick mocked in a high-pitched voice. "You made a big mistake, bud. Now little Eddie will be missing a few teeth and bleeding out on a table."