A/N: THIS IS A SEQUEL!
I don't want any confusion here. If you are reading this then I hope you have already read Saved by Murder, the first story.
You don't have to, I would just highly recommend it. Enjoy!
You roll over with a yawn only to see a bare concrete wall. This used to be something that would be quite disconcerting but over these past three months it had become quite normal.
You laugh at yourself a little as you remember the first few weeks on the run with Ticci Toby, your boyfriend. Everything had been kind of scary, especially waking up to an unfamiliar room. On one especially memorable occasion you had actually made it to the side door of the old fire house before Toby had caught you and shaken you awake.
Slowly, you make your way to the chemical shower in the back of the warehouse. It's lucky this place has any sort of way to bath. You can name several recent locations off the top of your head that hadn't had this basic necessity. After getting doused in approximately five gallons of freezing cold water you dry off, get dressed, and walk over to the makeshift stove that had been left here.
This place is one of the more recently inhabited ones you've been in. Until just recently people had still been clearing it out so it makes sense that it would still have some electricity. Scowling you search through the bag Toby 'commandeered' to keep the food in. There isn't really much left right now. Dammit, that means you will have to go to a gas station nearby at stock up. One more opportunity to get caught.
They have a missing person's alert out for you right now thanks to your no good ex Frank. It makes life that much harder.
It's not like you haven't been caught before but each time you have gotten lucky. It always plays out in the same way. Some idiot wanders into Toby's hideout and finds you. They of course assume you need help. You play the good little victim until Toby shows up and kills them.
The sad part is that everytime that happens, Toby and you have to pick up camp and move towns again. You're honestly worried that Ticci Toby will eventually get tired of the burden you place on him and leave you behind.
In all honesty though, you wouldn't blame him.
Moving quickly in an attempt to warm yourself up after your shower, you scrape together some of your stash of stolen cash and, with the backpack thrown over your shoulder, you step into the overly bright outdoors.
The cash was another part of the burden you caused Toby. He had never had to collect much when it was just him. With your added mouth to feed he ended up stealing a lot more. Some days you felt awful about it but today you couldn't care less.
In your opinion you were doing pretty well. When considering how many things you had been forced out of necessity to learn to do without, you felt like you could cut yourself some slack.
Regular showers for example. Before running away you had taken at least one shower a day. Now you're fortunate to get three a week. Food is another luxury you hadn't realized you had until it was gone. One thing that has come from this is a definite loss of weight. You aren't quite sure if that's a good thing or not.
The worst thing has probably been the lack of internet access. You of course understand that it would be stupid to carry any sort of electronic with you but that doesn't mean you don't miss google and netflix with all your heart.
Thankfully you were able to bring your iPod nano. Sure it's old but it works well enough and it keeps you from going insane whenever Toby's out killing.
As you walk down the sidewalk, you're careful to keep your eyes trained on the ground. There's really no need to have someone recognize you when you can just avoid the situation in the first place.
Not that you haven't tried to change your appearance somewhat. You had taken a knife and roughly chopped at your hair till it was a ragged mess. That and the fact you haven't seen any beauty products in ages has given you an upperhand but it's nothing to rejoice over.
Walking into the local speedway, you swiftly grab what you need. Most of it is what you used to categorize as 'junk food' but nowadays you see it as 'quick energy'. You pull the last bag of pretzels off the shelf and you're about to toss it into the little shopping basket when you notice a person standing nearby.
Yes, standing nearby is no crime but something about this man is unsettling. He wears a yellow hoodie that's pulled down over his face. While you stare, the man examines some lighters feigning interest in their variety of colors.
You're sure you felt the man's eyes on you moments ago but, willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, you walk on past him. Sadly, you've never been particularly graceful. You stumble slightly and knock into the man. His arm hits the stand of lighters he had been looking at, sending them flying.
You know you should just hurry away but something within you says 'It was your mess [name], clean it up'.
"Sorry." you apologize, stooping to gather the fallen lighters from the ground. As you hand the man the lighters to put back on the shelf you clearly see his face, or lack of it.
He's wearing what appears to be a mask. A comically sad face, complete with X's for eyes, has been stitched onto the cloth in red thread. You feel chills run down your spine.
"S-sorry again." You say as you quickly grab your basket and bolt for the cashier. He gives you a quizzical look but says nothing.
"Thank you." You say quietly as you leave. You're thanking him for his silence. With your head down, you leave the Speedway, still jittery. A movement from just inside of your peripheral vision makes you spin like a top.
A man in an orange jacket leans against the brick wall of the gas station you just left. Around here that's usually normal but this man's wearing a mask, like the man inside. Unlike the guy in the store, this mask is white. It wouldn't have looked out of place in a theater but here it was creepy. It's eyes, eyebrows and lips were black, all sculpted to perfection.
The worst part is, the man is staring right at you. He's probably just looking for someone, you reason. Even so, you hurry away.
There's probably a logical reason for him being there. At this point though, you're tired of reasoning things away. Just to set your mind at ease you turn back around.
The white masked man is still standing there, but now, the yellow hooded guy has joined him. Both are staring at you with unseen yet unrelenting eyes.
You start to walk faster, unsure if they will follow you. You sincerely hope not.
After walking a few blocks you pause and look around in search of the two men. You see nothing. Before this would have comforted you but now you know what's really lurking the second deepest shadows.
Everyone knows not to hide in the deepest shadow because if someone hides in the second darkest shadow, they will have a great view of who's hiding in the darkest one.
Still you can't help but hope this means the men aren't following you. It's not like you aren't confident Ticci Toby would be able to handle them, but you don't particularly like watching him kill people. In fact, you haven't actually had to yet.
You are really good at closing your eyes at just the right moment.
You hurry the rest of the way to the warehouse, determined not to look behind you anymore. When you reach the side door you quickly open it and slam it shut behind you. The resounding boom makes you feel slightly more secure.
"Hey [name], what's got you so spooked?" Toby asks curiously with a slight twitch.
You bite your lip. You might just be paranoid but then again, paranoia keeps people alive. "I'm sure it's nothing." You mutter, more for your benefit than Toby's. You drop the backpack on the floor, not really wanting to cook yet.
He walks over to you, his body language conveying worry much better than his masked face can. "Normally, you don't come in flushed and twitchy. It's clearly something."
You can't help but grin. Toby has you memorized better than anyone else you know. Walking forward and leaning your head on Toby's shoulder, you mutter, "Just these guys I think were watching me."
He gives a slightly insane chuckle as he gently embraces you. "If you describe them I might be able to kill them for you." he offers.
You pull away giggling. "I don't think a description will help you with these guys. They were both wearing masks."
"They w-were?" Toby's stutter reveals itself as nervous energy begins to swim around him. You turn in time to see him flinch violently.
"Yeah, why?" You ask innocently.
"N-no reason. Would you mind describing them to me anyway?" He whips his head around, probably looking at each entrance.
"Okay…" Your worry returns in response to Toby's reaction. As you start to fix brunch, just to do something with your hands, you continue. "The first one had a full face ski mask on with X eyes and a frowny face stitched on in red." You try your best to sound conversational. "He was also wearing a-"
"Yellow hoodie." mutters Toby as he twitches.
"Yes!" You're surprised. How the heck had he known?
"Let me guess, the other guy was wearing an orange jacket and a white mask with black lips and eyes." Toby sounds like he's dreading the answer.
You nod regardless. "Yeah, do you know them?"
Toby taps his foot against the concrete spasmodically. "I'm sure it's n-nothing." His stutter says otherwise.
You furrow your brow but say nothing.
"Will you be extra careful [name]. I don't want anything happening to you." Toby whispers.
You roll your eyes. "I always am careful Toby."
Toby chuckles softly as he helps you unpack the food you just bought. "Hey [name], why did you get this lighter?" He holds up a golden lighter.
Your face pales. "I didn't get that." Inscribed into the lighters shiny face is a circle with an X through it.
Toby hisses through his teeth with a twitch. "Well shit."
A/N: Well looks like Toby just got caught. O.o
Don't worry he survives. Can't really say the same for you...
JK! You only die if you chose the bad ending... ;)
Bye!