Dance With the Dead (ghost love story) oc x oc

Chapter 6: Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm

A/N- I advise to listen to each song and pay attention to the lyrics the understand the feel of the story better. I do not own the songs they belong to the band Get Scared. For this chapter i chose the lyrics from 'Sarcasm' but my vision of the melody is 'Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm' (the original EP from the album 'Cheap Tricks And Theatrics'). Also, I would appreciate comments. If you notice any grammatical errors, have suggestions or questions, etc. feel free to comment. While you're at it voting and sharing would be nice. WARNING this chapter covers a few of the darker themes like gore, murder, death so fair warning. :) Anyway, enjoy!

The memory didn't stop there though.

Amos was enraged, as he grabbed something from behind the coat rack and ran after the boy. It was nearly sunset yet he still ran after him until they reached a clearing in the forest. Lucas, not yet realizing he was being followed stopped abruptly when he heard a gunshot ring through the woods. As he slowly turned around, finally noticing his father behind him holding a familiar gun, the young adult felt a sharp pain and something damp and warm from his side. Looking down, there was crimson blood soaking his white shirt, dripping to the forest floor.

Once he looked back up he saw a crazed look in his father's eyes. Something he had never seen before. It was pure blood-lust, and it terrified him.

It seemed that he was about to pull the trigger again, when in a blink of an eye Lucas ran toward his attacker, trying to grab hold of the gun. Turning it into a tug-of-war-roulette. Whoever got hold of the gun first...dies.

In the midst of the fight the weapon flew up into the air and away from the two males. It somehow landed on a tree branch, hanging there like a metallic bat. And at that point it was a race for time. Each of them tried to get to the gun first as fast as possible.

One would think that an old man like the Mayor would be in no condition to get in a physical fight... and one would be correct. If and only if, one would disregard the fact that the Mayor is a... foul piece of shit that is like a cockroach, who could only survive his own personal apocalypses. Where the world that he knew, ruled and crated was crumbling around him, falling apart like his family, he would do anything to make sure his empire of Psychological Madness and Destruction stood taller than any force.

So failure was not an option. And deciding to take the low ground, he began to distract his opponent, by striking where he knew it would hurt most.

"You're a fool if you think you can run away from your heritage." He pushed the younger male aside, only resulting in the other to pull him down with them. The old man was now pinned underneath, being suffocated by the other's arm pressing on his windpipe.

"Shut up!" the old man hoarsely laughed.

"You can hate me all you want. You can ignore me all you want. You can throw away my existence from your life, but just remember-" Lucas pressed harder, momentarily cutting off his air supply.

"M-my blo-od runs-s th- through your-r v-veins." Lucas had been so focused on his old man's words that he didn't notice the rock hurtling towards the back of his head. Even though it was by comparison a weak blow, the loss of blood was getting to him. It was a wonder how he had gotten this far.

Black spots blurred his vision, giving the man under him the chance he needed. As swiftly as possible Amos pinned the young adult on the cold forest ground, and jabbed his wound with a fist, making him lose even more blood. Also, to allegedly use the shock from the pain to immobilize him.