Survival - Outcast Gang

Game of Survival

Who's in the shadows?

Two words.

All it took was two words to make Nick feel sick.

"Kill Johnny."

Now, he found himself back in their room, looking around the dimly lit area. Memories were scattered all round, their family was just outside, and guilt churned in his gut.

Nick didn't want to do this. Of course he didn't want to! The more he looked around his and his lover's room, the more he was painfully reminded of that.

A knock sounded on the door, making the guilt ridden male jump.

"Dinner's ready!"

Caz, of course. It was late, he was always calling people to dinner.

"I'm not feeling too well, set some aside for me. I'll come eat later."

"Alright, but that's not healthy for ya, Nick, you really should eat regularly."

He felt like he'd just been stabbed in the heart, lying to Caz and listening to him walk away from the door.

No! Stop that! Stop it, you have to do this!

Nick hated it, hated himself for the thought. The guilt weighed him down, but what else was he to do? Let Dylan die when he had so much more to live for?

Shaking his head, he forced himself to go through their bedside table. Johnny always kept a pistol there. He found it rather easily, a sad smile coming to his face as he did at the memory.

Nick was going through the drawers, trying to clean the room. Johnny had a lot of junk that wasn't needed, and he was mostly done cleaning up and organizing. The bedside table was the last place he had to organize, and Nick had no problem with that.

The moment he opened the drawer, his eyes became as wide as saucers, the male jumping back onto the bed where Johnny lay, reading one of his secret romance novels. "What the hell is that," he pointed at the drawer, metal glinting in the light, "doing in there?!" His voice was terrified and shocked, he was practically on top of Johnny, the male beneath him giving a half-hearted glance towards the drawer.

"What is what doing there, Angel?"

Nick looked back down at him, realizing their position and becoming flustered. Collecting himself, he moved off of Johnny and back to the nightstand, gingerly picking up the item. A small, 45 caliber hand pistol was held in his hand and Johnny couldn't help but snicker at his boyfriend.

"That?"

"Yes, this! What is it doing here?! It's scary and cold and a gun!"

Snickering more, Johnny set down his book and moved to take the pistol from him. "It's not that scary, Angel," snickered the male, smiling.

Nick crossed his arms, staying back a little, "Yes it is, it's a gun!"

"The safety is on and it's for emergencies only," Nick gave him an incredulous look, "if someone broke in or something? There's a reason I sleep on that side of the bed."

Huffing, Nick relaxed, "Fine, but if it's ever not there or something, I'm going to crucify you!"

The male recognized the tears before he could stop them, shoving the gun into the pocket of his jacket hastily as he wiped away the tears with his other hand. "Now's not the time..not the time, Nick..you have to do this.." he told himself, taking a breath and pulling out his phone from his pant pocket to text Johnny.