Lies #5: Sanders

Chapter 1

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This fanfic is the fifth installment of the Lies series. It is essential to read the four preceding books (Lies #1: Panic, Lies #2: Father, Lies #3: Craniotomy, and Lies #4: Victim) before continuing with this one. If you have not read all of them, you will not understand the entirety of this book. You can read them #1-#4 or #4-#1, although the recommended way is #1-#4.

This fanfic will contain disturbing topics. If any of the following warnings specify one of your triggers, do not read. Reader discretion advised.

TW: Gore, serious mental disorders, suicide contemplation, panic attacks, self harm, discussion of religion, homophobia, mentions of rape, usage of uncensored swearing, slight incestic behavior, depictions of ADHD/Autism, and murder.

This fanfic will be on the longer side when finished, at 118-130 pages long (around 54,280 words). If you prefer the previous shorter stories, please try this story anyways- it will be well worth your time.

That is all. Enjoy this fanfic.

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Virgil:

On a dark, overcast October day in Brooklyn, New York City, Virgil Sanders had no idea how many people were "out and about in the city" and he didn't care. He didn't care about the foreboding weather, whether it was cool or hot or if the sun was even shining- which it wasn't. In the depths of the suburban life, in his small apartment, Virgil was preparing to take the bus all the way down to Gainesville, Florida, to rescue a little boy named Dante from the clutches of an evil serial killer who had murdered an entire tourist group at an art gallery one month before.

Virgil was sitting on his kitchen counter, his knees up against his chest, as he stress-sketched the toaster. After a whole month of preparing for tomorrow- November 1st, 2020- the stress was driving him insane. Dante had been with that terrible person for an entire month! What if he was injured? What if he was having worse hallucinations? What if they were torturing him? What if he was dead and the serial killer and their associate just wanted to lure Virgil to Gainesville for some twisted, evil plot? Like always, his thoughts began to spiral out of control. Breathe in for seven seconds. Letting the sketchbook and pencil drop out of his hands, he focused on slowing his breathing down. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Slowly, over the course of a few minutes, Virgil managed to calm himself down. This was something he had been practicing a lot more lately, instead of letting himself fall into panic attack after panic attack. He had to be strong for Dante.

The bus to Gainesville was leaving in 20 minutes- it was 6 PM currently, and he would arrive at 9 AM. It was strange that the location of the meeting was to be in Virgil's hometown. Did they pick it on purpose? If the killer was that teen from all that time ago when Virgil had been sexually assaulted, then Virgil wouldn't be that surprised. How does it all connect, though? What is the big picture? Will I ever know? Or will I wonder about it for the rest of my life?

This meeting wasn't going to go how the killers were expecting, that was for sure. Virgil had been training for an entire month, day and night, and he was ready to take on whatever they threw at him. Not only was he a lot stronger, but he had practiced hand-to-hand combat and knew had to use a knife expertly. Nothing was going to stop Virgil from saving Dante. I'm done running from my problems- it's time to fight! So, on his way out the door, Virgil stuck his two trusty ugly-looking knives and put them on the inside of his boots. They won't know what hit them.