Don't Panic (Jalex)

The End But Like Pretend Im MCR So It's Actually The Beginning

Content Warning
- Blood
- Guns
- Depression

It couldn't have been later than four in the morning when they heard the bomb go off.

A loud boom shakes the whole house, waking them from their peaceful slumber.

Alex pushes the covers away and tries to crawl out of bed, but Jack grabs his wrist before he can get too far.
"I'm not losing you again," Jack says when Alex turns to face him. "Let me go with you."

Alex nods and, together, they walk to the window to find flames licking the dark red sky, starting from where the bar from the night before had been.

"You don't think-"
"No," Alex says quickly. "No Zack always turns in early and- and Rian wouldn't have stayed much longer after Zack left. There's no way. There's no way!"

Alex begins to hyperventilate as he lifts a shaky hand to hold his hair out of his face.
Jack places a hand on his shoulder. "You're right. It's four in the morning, Rian and Zack wouldn't be caught dead in a bar this late."

Alex nods, taking a deep breath as he tries to gulp down his fear. He picks up an empty beer bottle from off the ground and hits it against the wall, leaving a sharp, jagged weapon of sorts. He hands it to Jack. "Just in case," he whispers shakily.
Alex is about to grab another bottle when someone pounds on the front door of the small beach house.

"Open up!" Comes a gruff, booming voice from behind the front door. "This is the United States government. Mr. Jack Barakat is a wanted criminal. He must be returned to the US Military Camp at once."

Alex gasps, and Jack quickly puts a hand over his mouth. Jack then places a finger to his lips and offers Alex a small smile in attempt to calm his nerves. It doesn't help.

Jack barely has time to open the window before they hear someone break down the front door. There's shouting in the living room as Jack climbs out. Then he helps Alex down from the window and they take off running as fast as they can.

They hear gunshots from behind them, but luckily aren't hit by anything. At least not until a bullet grazes Alex's arm as Jack pulls him behind some rocks.

Alex is visibly shaking as he struggles to breathe. Jack rubs circles into his fiancé's back, hoping to calm him, but to no avail. It's cut short by a certain familiar asshole gripping Alex by the collar of his shirt and forcing him to his feet.

"Ronnie let go of him!" Jack shouts, holding his makeshift glass weapon tightly in his hand.
Ronnie snickers, holding Alex now in a headlock with a gun pressed against his skull. "Oh, so you've made amends with your little boyfriend then. How cute."

"Ronnie I swear to god," Jack growls as Alex whimpers, tears pouring out of his eyes.

Ronnie shrugs and let's Alex go. But then he punches him in the nose and pushes him off his feet. He kicks Alex in the stomach and smiles at the blood now staining the sand a deep scarlet.

Ronnie steps back and out of the way when Jack charges toward him, but they both get distracted by a giant, purple monster with three glowing, yellow eyes glaring down at the scene. It's shining tentacle reaches to pull Alex off of the sand.

"ALEX!" Jack cries, rushing toward the rising figure of his fiancé.
"It's okay!" Alex replies. "I'm okay! It's just Richard! I'm fine!"
"YOU NAMED THE THING?" Ronnie nearly screams.

Jack uses this surprise to his advantage, punching Ronnie in the jaw and scraping him with the sharp glass ridges of the broken beer bottle.

Ronnie stumbles back, blood dripping from his eye where the glass hit him. He growls as he charges towards Jack, landing a fist to his gut and causing Jack to drop the broken glass.

The villain pushes Jack to the ground as Alex cries out in protest, squirming in Richard's grasp and begging the octopus to rescue Jack as well.

A gun is aimed at his lovers head as Alex yells at Ronnie to stop. But Ronnie just laughs menacingly as a few men dressed as FBI agents grab Jack by the shoulders.

"NO!" Alex cries, clawing at the tentacle holding him safely away from the danger happening on the beach. "JACK NO!"

Ronnie simply watches the men pull Jack away, before turning to aim a gun at Alex.
The weapon, however, is quickly knocked out of his hand by a tentacle that then moves quickly to Ronnie's throat.
Ronnie begins to choke, but a few shots ring out and Richard pulls his arm away.

Ronnie takes off running, stumbling over rocks as he tries to get away.

"STOP YOU FUCKING COWARD!" Alex cries. "YOU BLOODY BASTARD! GIVE ME BACK MY BOYFRIEND!"

His heart sinks into his shoes as he sees the shiny diamond ring on his finger.

"GIVE ME BACK MY FIANCÉ!" He corrects himself as tears and blood stream down his face, staining his clothes.

The danger is gone now, but at what cost?
He's gone now. They've taken everything.