Disclaimer: Bully is owned by Rockstar Games. I own nothing, unfortunately.
"COME OOOON, Petey!" Gary screeched through the boy's dorm hallway, busting down the students' doors with a nearby fire extinguisher. "Don't make me look for you, you know I'll find you eventually!"
Peter Kowalski was hiding- scared as ever- underneath Jimmy's bed, trembling harder every time a door shattered into small pieces of oak. He made a habit of temporarily catching his breath and holding it in every couple of seconds, frightened that Gary would somehow be able to hear him.
Oh please, please no Gary.. God, don't let him get to me.. please, please, please.
If there was a God, he did not hear Peter's pleads.
Why Gary hadn't fully checked Jimmy's room first had puzzled him after thinking through his current situation. But wether or not it even mattered what room he was in anymore.. James was only about a meter away from him; lying on his stomach, lips gently touching the ground, dead.
Pete closed his eyes, shutting his former best friend and the rest of the world out.
I don't want this to be it, I can't.. I'm only.. sixteen. This can't be happening.
Fast-paced footsteps neared the door. His whole body froze, he didn't dare to open his eyes. His body involuntarily twitched due to the constant rollercoaster rush of fear and adrenaline.
This can't be happening.
Gary's demonic cackle escaped his mouth as he entered the room. A loud thump was heard as he dropped the extinguisher onto the floor, making Peter's eyes jolt open instantly. He felt his heart-rate increase at such an alarming speed, it was actually starting to hurt in his chest.
Oh my God.
He's here.
"You disappoint me, Femme boy.." The psychotic teen's voice was soft, almost comforting to Pete.. "Hiding in your own bedroom? How original."
From underneath the bed, Pete watched Gary's feet as they moved towards Jimmy's body. He stopped briefly, before kicking him in the face with the tip of his blood-covered boot. The head dropped back onto the wooden floorboards, completely lifeless. Just like a rag doll.. that's probably all that Gary ever saw in Jimmy- that he was a toy to be played with, much like Pete.
Almost mesmerised by the fact that all of this was taking place right in front of him, Pete could do nothing but stare. It was too late to do anything. Too late to run.
Too late to scream.
"I know you're in here, you little twerp." Gary announced suddenly, his voice being much more stern this time. He continued to march around the room, searching for the only other male alive in this school.
The closet doors creaked as they opened, then slammed shut. A few of Jimmy's personal objects and possessions were victims to abuse as they were kicked and thrown around the room, along with that crazed, trademark laughter. Eventually the racket stopped, and Gary returned to his position next to the unmoving body on the floor. There was nothing but a tense silence for what seemed like hours.
Then.. he did it.
He slowly began to kneel down.
No..
His right hand pulled the bed cover upwards.
God, no.. please..
And slowly.
Gary's face came into view.
His heart sank as they made eye contact. The insane look in his dark eyes and that disgusting, satisfied grin told Peter everything that was going to happen next.
"Hello, Petey."
But Pete could do nothing but stare.
This was only going to be a short draft made up of about 200 words of Pete and Gary, but I just.. couldn't stop typing. I'm glad I didn't, though, haha!
On a personal note, this is my first fanfiction after being away from for 2 years; I've definitely improved on my writing skills but I'm still a little rough around the edges! Hopefully that'll change soon as I get the hand of writing again.
