Oh my god you guys, it's the last chapter! It's the fucking last chapter! This is it! Oh my god. The last chapter.
This is it, the shocking conclusion. Who lives, who dies, what happens. How does it end.
Can I just say that all of you guys are awesome? You really helped motivate me through this. Just-you guys are so nice. I didn't think the story would get anywhere close to where it has. I feel like if I tried to say everything that I want, it would be so confusing, because you guys made this really worthwhile, and I just want to say thank you. Now, I don't want to make this too long. Ehe...
But thank you guys again for the support!
Also...before I go...what would you say if I told you I was planning on writing another horror fic...hm...And something else. Something...funny. Wow.
Any ways enjoy!
~Faygo
The man turned back to face him, his face distorted, a large smile on his face.
Emil screamed.
Chapter Seven
Final Chapter
And they all lived...
Happily...
The cabin.
He hadn't been to it. He hadn't planned on going to it. It never appealed to him, as it was falling apart. He didn't know why someone hadn't already torn it down, in the state that it was in. It was hideous. How did Emil live in that?
He would never know. He honestly didn't even want to know.
There was police tape hanging loosely on the doorway, already been ripped. Maybe some kids came as a joke to scare one of their friends...hmm. Where was the door? No matter. He had bigger things to worry about at the moment.
He stepped in, pushing past the police tape. The smell hit him, and he had to step out again for a second to try and catch his breath. Then he stepped in again, a little more prepared than before. It still stunk. It stunk bad. The wood was completely molded, and the carpet had been eaten away, revealing the planks underneath. He looked around, taking in every detail that he could. He glanced up at the ceiling, relieved to see it was still in tact, and that it didn't look like it was about to collapse on him. He continued through the home, using his phone to bright it up a bit.
The bedroom, the bed covered in mold and what seemed to be blood. The kitchen, where the oh-so-famous pile of cherry pits still stood. There was a fridge, but there was a horrid smell coming from it, so he didn't dare open it. The stove seemed to be intact. But that was about it. There was another room, but it was empty. But the walls were covered in drawings. He walked around the room, watching as they went from crooked stick figures, to figures he could actually make out. There were many of who he guessed to be Mommy, and there were a few of Emil.
But there was one that struck him as strange. There was a man. A man with blond hair, blue eyes. He was wearing a long black coat and black boots. That...had to of been his brother. That had to have been...Lukas took another look around the room. He noticed that there was more of the man, his brother. He stopped suddenly, when he saw a certain one. The body was bent in half, and the neck was snapped in half. There was so much red, of what he presumed to be blood covering the man and around him. He looked to the one next to it. The head this time was disconnected, and limbs were severed. Lukas backed away, and quickly left the room.
Soon he left the cabin, and stood outside of it, trying to catch his breath.
He took out his phone and dialled Mathias' number, only to go to voice mail. He put his phone back in his pocket.
Oh god...
Mathias cracked open an eye. The house was empty. He could tell he was alone, that there was no one else inside. He tried to sit up, but his whole body screamed at him, so he laid there for a second, before he forced himself to get up. When he stood, he finally realized that he was covered in blood, and that the floor was soaked in it. It covered the walls. He took off his jacket and threw it down. He was drenched...His shirt stuck to him, but he didn't bother taking it off.
Then he realized, the house is empty. He was home alone. By himself...Emil was...
She had taken him. She took Emil. She had him.
And he knew exactly where she was going. He almost wished he didn't.
He ran down the stairs, and stood at the bottom, trying to gather himself. She was taking him to the cliff, so that means...she was going to re enact her suicide.
It was almost time for the grand finale.
He ran into the kitchen, and opened the pantry door. The box was still in there. He grabbed it, tucked it under his arm and ran out to the car.
Oh god...what if he was too late...What if...he didn't have time to think like that. He couldn't think like that.
He started the car, hands shaking and sped out of the driveway, cringing at the loud squeal of the tires. He got out his phone, and called Lukas' number. With every ring, he could feel his heart speed up. Every ring.
"Mathias?" Lukas' voice came through the phone, making Mathias jump.
"She has him. She's taking him to the cliff." He said, his voice frantic.
"What are you talking about?" Lukas asked, his voice almost sounding bored.
"Mommy. Mommy! She's taking him to the cliff!"
Lukas sighed, and Mathias held back a scream. "Explain a bit better."
"Mommy is taking Emil to the cliff by the cabin! She's going to kill him! Mommy is fucking real, she's re enacting her death, and she's taking Emil down with her!" Mathias shouted.
Lukas was silent. "Oh my god..." He finally said.
"Are you still at the hospital?" Mathias asked. It was a stupid question.
"No."
What?
"Where are you then?"
What...
"I'm at the cabin..." Lukas' voice was hoarse. "Where are you?"
"I'm almost there. Don't-I don't know-I know what you're thinking. Don't. Do not do it. Please. Just wait for me. I'll be there soon. Wait for me." Mathias could feel tears welling up, but the wouldn't allow them to fall. Crying wasn't going to fix any thing. Crying wasn't going to save any one. It was useless.
"I'll wait." It was a lie. A blatant lie. Mathias knew. He knew...
"Lukas..." Mathias said, his voice cracking.
"I'll wait." Lukas said again, and the line went dead.
"Shit...shit shit shit shit shit." Mathias slammed on the gas, making the car speed up. He was close. Not close enough. Not close enough...
He stopped the car, slamming on the brakes when he reached it. His destination. He swung open the car door and grabbed the box. He got out of the car, not bothering to close the door behind him. He ran. As fast as he could. Not fast enough...
"Mathias!" Lukas. It was Lukas.
Lukas stood there, almost as if he had actually been waiting.
"We need to go!" Mathias shouted, running past Lukas, who ran after him.
Not fast enough.
He was scared. He was terrified. It didn't matter now though. Being scared changed nothing. It didn't change the fact that he was about to die. Funny, he found it funny almost. It almost reminded him of when he had first gone to the cabin. When he sat with his father on the moldy floor, both of them crying. His father had pressed something to the back of his head. He didn't know what then, he didn't know what now what it was. He had a feeling he was never going to find out. But, he knew then too. That he was going to die. He felt he was going to die then. But last time he had cried.
He wasn't going to cry now. Crying wasn't going to change any thing. And he didn't want to seem weak in his last moments. He almost laughed. He was so young, and already thinking about how he wanted to go out. He allowed himself to smile. A small smile. It wasn't a happy one. Not even an amused one. Just a smile. An accepting smile, at that. He was going to die. But it was fine. Or maybe not fine. It would leave those he had learned to love, and those who had learned to love him, behind. Funny. He almost felt selfish for allowing himself to smile. But that didn't stop him. He continued smiling.
His mother brushed her hand across his cheek, almost as if to soothe him. But he was fine. It was fine. Everything was fine.
"I love you..." She said, her voice low and raspy. Terrifying, was she. In this form.
"I love you too." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She brushed some of his hair behind his ear before going away again.
It was closer now. She was just making it pretty. She was making his death pretty. She was making it nice. She had shown him, told him about her death. About how fast it had been. How ugly it had been. She didn't want that again. She didn't want that for him. She wanted his death to be pretty. She wanted to make it worthwhile. Almost as if going out with a...splash. He chuckled. That was exactly how he was going to go out. With a splash. Or maybe he would hit the branch like she had. Or maybe he would fall onto the rocks. Either way he was going to die. But that was okay. It was fine. He was fine.
"Emil!"
No. No...
He didn't dare turn around. He sat still, like he has been told. Not now. No...
"Emil!"
Didn't they know it was useless? They were just going to get themselves killed. Or maybe, they had accepted death like he had. Maybe they knew that they were going to die as well, trying to save him. Mommy wouldn't allow them to save him from this. She was stronger. They were weak...She loved him more than they loved him. Maybe...
Arms wrapped around him.
"We need to go!" Lukas. It was Lukas.
"No..." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to stay." No he didn't. No he didn't...
"What?"
Surprised. Why was Lukas surprised?
Mommy screamed, not allowing Emil to answer. Lukas screamed. The arms were gone. Mommy went for him, hands outstretched. Her screams got louder. Emil cringed. Her screams were always so loud...so terrifying...
Lukas screamed again, only in pain. Not fear. Pain.
Emil's smile dropped. She was hurting him. Breaking her promise again, was she?
"Mommy...You promised..." He whispered.
He could smell the blood. He could hear Lukas' cries of pain. But where was Mathias? Where...he surely had to have come.
"Hey bitch-tits!"
Ah. Yes. Mathias. Always one to make a grand entrance for himself.
Mommy brushed her hand across Emil's cheek, smearing it with Lukas' blood. Then she was gone, screaming, ready to kill. Ready to finish the job she had left untreated.
But there was no scream from Mathias.
Emil allowed himself to turn around.
Lukas was on the ground, knocked out. Blood. He was completely drenched in blood. But he was alive. Still alive.
But...Mathias...
He was holding a bundle out to his mother.
The baby. But...
His mother took it tentatively, as to not disturb whatever was wrapped in the small purple blanket.
They...what had they done...
He watched his mother unwrap it. Her scream of pain when she saw what had become of her child. She looked back at Mathias, who stood there with wide eyes, not sure of what was to happen next.
She screamed again, unlike any scream she had ever emitted before. She threw the bundle on the ground, bones scattering everywhere.
Mathias had only opened his mouth to scream when she attacked, hand plunging into his chest. Blood seeped through, soaking his shirt again, the previous blood stains having begun to dry.
She pulled her hand out, and he fell. More blood...More blood...
She turned back to Emil, smiling.
Emil stood, prepared for whatever was about to happen.
He was okay. It was okay.
Death was cruel, but that was okay. Maybe they would forget. They wouldn't forget.
She grabbed his hand, and pulled him to the edge.
It wasn't that far down...it wouldn't take too long. It would be over before he knew it.
Something grabbed his ankle, stopping them.
"No..."
Lukas. He was still fighting. Still trying...
Blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and tears were streaming down his face, leaving streaks in the dried blood. Blood matted his hair, and his expression was one of a crazy man.
"You cant have him." He spit out, blood dribbling down his chin, glaring up at Mommy.
"Let go." Emil said, his voice cracking.
Maybe crying wasn't too bad...
"No...Stay...You need to...stay..." Lukas said, his voice gurgling with blood.
"Stop..." Emil said, and his mother reached down and pushed Lukas' head down. His head hit the rocks, and he didn't move after that.
They began again. They were almost there.
Again. Again Lukas grabbed his ankle.
"Please..." Lukas begged, his eyes going wild for a second. "Leave him...Please..."
Emil shook his ankle free from Lukas' grasp.
His mother brought the back of her hand onto Lukas' head, sending him to the side. Blood splattered, and again he was lying in a newly forming pool of blood. Emil almost threw up.
They were at the edge.
His mother gripped his hand tighter than before, her nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood.
"No!"
God...God oh God why...
Lukas wrapped his arms around Emil's waist, smearing his blood onto Emil's pajamas.
"You cant. Stay with me...stay with us..." Lukas begged, his words barely understandable with his sobs and blood rising in his throat. "Let him stay..." He stared up at Mommy, a pleading look on his face...Oh God...
His mother screamed, the sound shrill, before pulling Lukas off of him. She plunged her hand into his chest once again, drawing even more blood. And a second time. Blood splattered across her face when she drew her hand out the second time. She then threw him on the ground, blood splattering across the rocks. Lukas' body still.
She came back to him. She wrapped her arms around him, almost as if cocooning him.
"I love you." She croaked out.
"I love you too Mommy." He said.
And they fell.
Death was cruel.
But it was okay.
Maybe they would forget.
Never...
After...
Epilogue
They had quickly moved out of the house back into their old apartment. The house stayed empty, and soon it was put up for sale. No one bought it. No one wanted it. The blood may have been washed away, but to the town, it was still fresh. It was still crimson on the stark white carpet. On the walls.
There had been a funeral for Emil's doctor. They didn't go. They didn't want to. He had just been a pawn in a large chess match. A simple pawn, and had fallen quickly. Very quickly.
Tino was missing. He wasn't found. Soon he was proclaimed as dead. And not long after they found his body, hanging on a tree in the forest, near the cabin. The rope around his neck was old, and the branch he hung on was old. His body was completely torn apart.
They held a funeral. They went, they cried. Berwald didn't talk to them ever again. They didn't bother trying to talk to him. They would never be forgiven. They almost didn't want to be.
Emil's body was never found, even after various searches. It was gone. It wasn't going to be found.
They held a funeral for him.
A few of the nurses that had tended to him at the facility came.
They went, they cried. Lukas had to be dragged away from the empty coffin, his screams and cries filling the whole building.
It was boring. Very, very boring. The apartment was silent. They barely talked. There was nothing to say.
Lukas finished the book. The book was published. It got popular a bit, but the fuss quickly died down.
Life was boring. It went by slowly, each day becoming another weight to bear on their shoulders. It had become a routine.
But they went on. And on...
Life was cruel.
Death was cruel.
And it wasn't okay.
They wouldn't forget.
Hello again everyone. I can tell some of you are probably mad...I kind of am too. I thought about ending it on a happier note, like maybe they got married and adopted a kid. Named it after Emil or something. But I didn't want to do that.
I thought about letting Emil live. But I didn't want to do that. I thought about letting Tino live. Didn't want to do that either.
Man I am just a ball of sunshine.
Hell.
Any way, I just want to thank all you guys again! You guys were so nice, and you really helped me get through it. I didn't think that this would get anywhere near where it got. I know I'm kind of repeating myself here, but I want to do that, I guess. You guys are awesome, and I couldn't have done this without you.
Any way, maybe I'll write a sequel. I don't know. Like, maybe Emil secretly lived or something. But that would make it happy. I don't want to do that. Hm...Don't give up hope though. Maybe...Ehe...Maybe I'll write it. If you guys really want something like that. Or if you would rather end it on a sadder, more depressing note.
Well, I guess that's it! Thank you guys again!
It was quite the adventure...Ehe...
~Faygo