Happiness

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[Foxy's POV]

The cuts, still fresh on my hands, started to sting. I carried Chica over to the back right corner of the room, and laid her down on the floor. She went limp as soon as I put her down, her blonde hair falling into her closed eyes. I started to panic. What if she was dead? Did I even bother to check on her?

My thought were interrupted by another cackling laugh that made my ears ring. "Are you ready Fake Brother?" Gold said in a playful tone. He was enjoying this way too much.

Before I could say "Bring it on" I felt a sharp pain in my back. Instinctively I bent over and grabbed my stomach. Blood started to trickle out of the corner of my mouth and onto my already blood stained shirt. What did he even do to me?

"See your weak." He said he voice becoming louder. "And weak people deserve to DIE!" Golden smoke formed all around me, trapping me in a cocoon like structure.

My eyes started to water as the smoke got closer to me. My throat dried, and I fell onto my knees grasping at my throat. A devilish laugh boomed around the pizzeria, making everything shake. One thing was for certain though. I wasn't going out without a fight!

I tried standing up but felt a hand grip the back of my throat. My throat was already hurting, so I ran out of breath quickly. To bad I left the knife in Freddy...

I slowly lifted my hand up and grabbed the hand that was on my throat. It quickly disappeared leaving a water vapor like smoke hitting my hand. This isn't fair! I need to find his weakness and fast...

I looked around the room, to see what I could use. If I could get over to Freddy... Maybe.

The golden smoke around me dissipated, and I tried to make a break for it. Running as fast as I could i reached Freddy's unmoving body. I wasn't a scientist, so I didn't know when it would start to decay, but it did smell bad.

Only the knife hilt was showing, the rest of the knife deep in Freddy's heart. I found it hard to believe that I could actually do that, but it was in dire circumstances.

I grabbed the hilt and pulled. A crimson color blade slowly appeared out of Freddy's flesh. I was wondering where Gold was, because he hasn't attacked in a while. The blade was fully red, and blood was dripping slowly off it and onto the marble floor.

Getting up I noticed that my jeans were covered in crimson goodness. Looking downwards I saw that I was standing right above a pool of dark red blood next to Freddy's mutilated body. A deep hole now lay in Freddy's chest. Blood was seeping out of it, making the pool on the floor deeper. Knowing that I created that made me shiver.

I didn't know where Gold was. He could disappear and reappear at will, and all I can do is run...

A foggy, and transparent, hand reached for my hand. Then a solid Gold appeared in front of me. His eyes were pure black like always, but today was different. They were somewhat angry, like he despised me. He probably did...

On his forehead there was a long scar. Maybe if I could hit that again it would hurt more... I tried to remember where he got that scar from. Then the thought of Freddy stabbing Gold in the head appeared in my mind. When did I see that?

He grabbed the knife hilt and, easily, pulled it out of my hand. I reached with my right hand, trying to get it back, to only end up having it cut me again. This time the cut was deeper than the rest.

I fell down on my knees in pain, screaming as loud as I could to get the point across. He smiled a malicious smile and approached me.

"Weak people need to be punished Fake Brother..." He said while walking towards me. His hand tighten as he gripped the knife harder. All I could do was put my hands up in mock defense.

A couple second later a rippling pain went through my leg. I opened one eye and the knife was deep into my skin. I needed to pull it out now or I would die...

I gripped the hilt and pulled. Gold watched me with a smirk on his face, obviously believing that I wouldn't survive this. Your weak... His voice flooded my head. Maybe he was right? I'm not going to survive this..

I was about to give up when I noticed that the knife was out of my leg. I stared in shock at the crimson knife. My leg on the other hand... There was a deep gash in the middle of my left leg. Blood was draining out of it, swirling down my leg, and onto the floor. Even if I did survive this surely I would bleed out.

The grin on his face faded and a thought came into my head. I had the knife...

I gripped it tightly in my hand, and aimed it at his face. I was still kneeling down and he actually looked scared. I didn't know what I could do to him anyways...

I threw the knife as hard as I could, and it hit him in the stomach. Even with my bad leg I crawled over to him, and brushed my hand over the hilt. Gold was screaming now, the shrill sound of it was enough to break my eardrums.

I laid on top of his, bringing the knife down with me. I heard a couple of gurgling noises and then silence. The whole pizzeria was quiet... My hand was still holding the knife as it instinctively kept driving it into his stomach.

I did it... I fucking did it! I never thought I would, but... I DID IT! I crawled my way over to Chica, never once looking over at the two bodies laying next to each other. They both had angry faces on as they died.

When I reached her I was so happy that I forgot about my leg. I picked her up and made my way to the door. I huge grin all over my face. I was so happy!

I pushed my way through the door and was greeted by the delicate rays of the mid summer sun. I could hear angels singing in the background. It was... Perfect..

Tears of happiness began to stream down my face, as I fell onto my knees. Still holding Chica I hugged her as hard as I could. More tears fell down my face, and my grin kept getting bigger.

I laid down on the ground as my heart beat began to slow down. Everything in existence didn't matter. Only Chica and I. Tears still streaming down my face, my vision began to dim. I couldn't breath anymore but it didn't matter. We finally escaped.

As my vision totally went dark, and I couldn't feel my heartbeat only one thought was in my head. We finally escaped... Happy and alive.

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A/N:

The irony in that last sentence... Well hi guys its SecretAgentFox! First of all I wanted to thank you for getting me to 4.6K reads! That is so amazing! When I started Wattpad, I didn't even think I was going to get 50 :P

Some people I want to thank for helping me and supporting me:

Allison

Jasmine

Mara (A fellow Psychopath :P)

Mza (I know him in real life)

Kirk Chris Kevin (Some real life friends)

And finally everyone who read this book! This is the official ending and I hope you all enjoyed!!! My last two questions for you all are...

1: What would you rate this book 1-5?

2: Should there be a sequel (I have more ideas!)

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!! SecretAgentFox signing out!

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