Vanoss is a lot heavier than he looks. It's not something Bryce was going to comment on, nor complain since he just rescued him from some maniac with clown paint on his face who was about to kill him. Bryce never felt so much panic in that moment when he rushed him. He was running from Ohmwrecker who snapped and started chasing after him through the cornfield, somehow he escaped and heard Vanoss screaming.

It was a good thing too since the clown looked ready to silence him. Bryce's heart was still racing in his chest and his sweat made him shudder from how cold it was. He clenched his hand around Vanoss's side as they walked fast through the forest before settling down near several large bushes.

Vanoss groaned, gripping his shoulder where the blood was still soaking into his shirt. Bryce clenched his teeth and pulled off his sweater, he tore the fabric which took some time, but when he got it, he tied it around Vanoss's shoulder. Vanoss bit his wrist to muffle his scream as Bryce secured it.

"F-Fuck," Vanoss said, voice low.

Bryce peeked over the bushes and saw nothing but the light of the warehouse that didn't help them in the least. He wasn't even sure if the clown was knocked out when he kicked him in the face and from the silence, he wondered where Ohmwrecker was.

Rubbing his hands together, "Where's Miniladd?"

Vanoss panted, "I.. left him by the car.. With the bat."

Bryce didn't know what to think of that, but he hoped Craig was alright.

"Why did you leave the car, you made everything fucking difficult."

Bryce frowned. "How would you feel if you woke up in a car in front of a warehouse in the middle of fucking nowhere with a maniac who was about to bury you alive. I made a pragmatic decision, I didn't even know where you and Craig were. If anything, Ohm was going to bury me here of all places."

Vanoss raised his head, brow arched. "He was going to bury you alive?"

Bryce gave him a sharp nod. "I woke up before he could and he told me you and Craig were with his friends. So I'm guessing that guy was one of them."

"His name is Delirious, or Jonathan.. Or I don't know. How the fuck should I know. Craig was stuck with a guy named Wildcat who stabbed him in the leg, I knocked him out and we were ready to get out of here except you were gone from the car." Bryce gave a sheepish shrug, "I managed to lead Delirious away from Craig, but Wildcat wasn't where I left him."

"So.. you're saying that another murderous dude in a mask is wandering around while.. Craig is injured."

Vanoss gritted his teeth, breathing hard. "Yeah… We have to get out of here, Bryce."

Bryce nodded, a sick feeling washed over him. "Ohmwrecker has the key to the car."

"Where did you last see him?" Vanoss asked.

"Entering the cornfield." Bryce did not want to do what was going to happen next, his hands shook and he felt the need to throw up, but he pushed down the feelings and hoped he wasn't shaking. Of all the things that happened since the concert, this was one of the things he wouldn't have thought possible. He was going to seek out a killer that wanted to bury him, to kill him, whom kissed him.

He licked his dry lips and felt a shiver run along his spine.

Craig was injured and near the car, hopefully not found by the other murderer, while Vanoss is also injured. The only one who wasn't was himself and he wasn't sure if he could even stand by what this implied.

"Bryce?" Vanoss asked, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

He shook his head and managed a weak smile. "You're going to have to make it to the car, grab Craig and hold out while I grab the key from Ohmwrecker."

"Bryce," Vanoss said, a sadness fell over his features but Bryce wouldn't have it, he couldn't, not when there was one chance that could get them out of this nightmare.

"I'll lead him out and you sneak around. Okay," Bryce said, he rubbed his hands one last time and rose to his feet, keeping low enough that he wasn't seen just yet.

"What if he kills you," Vanoss said, voicing something Bryce didn't want to confront.

Bryce felt himself shrug. "He won't, not outright, but with enough time. I'll grab the key from him."

"How are you going to do that?" Vanoss asked as Bryce helped him to stand.

"He likes me," Bryce said, as if that was enough, the look on Vanoss's face was of understanding, yet they were both equally disturbed. I'll use that to my advantage."

Bryce took a deep breath and squeezed his fingers into fists. He moved to his left, away from Vanoss who stayed low in the bushes, waiting for the right time to head off to the car. He touched the trees he passed and snapped a twig, letting the wind brush up against him as he walked toward the cornfield before stopping in an opening.

Swallowing his nerves and ignoring the giddiness of whatever madness he was about to provoke. "Ohmwrecker," he called, over and over until he heard the crunch of leaves and dirt behind him.

He turned and in the darkness, Ohmwrecker emerged from the trees with the tilt of his head and a smile spreading across his face.

"Not running anymore?" he asked, taking a step closer in which Bryce had to force himself to stay still and not run.

A smile slid into place as he shrugged his shoulders. "This cat and mouse game is getting annoying."

Ohmwrecker didn't look how he did before, not calm or pleased by Bryce's presence. There was something there, beneath the surface that simmered rage. He curled his fingers into fists at his sides, while his heart raged in his chest. He had to get close, uncomfortably close to grab what he needed. He just hoped Vanoss could get around and make his way to Craig. He hoped they survived this.

"What changed your mind?" Ohmwrecker asked, he was five feet away and towered menacingly. "Couldn't be me. I heard your friend screaming not too long ago."

He doesn't know. Bryce's mouth went dry as his lips parted.

He stepped closer, head tilted. "Does this mean you've given up?"

Bryce frowned. "What do you mean?"

Ohmwrecker reached up and Bryce had to keep himself from flinching as Ohm touched his jaw. "Running from me. Taking off when there's nothing to fear."

Bryce shoved an insult down and reached for Ohm's arm and pulled him closer, tugging on his sweater, without any real thought. He closed the gap between them and kissed him. It was stilted at first, confusion mixing until Ohm wrapped his arms around his waist.

Bryce shuddered from the touch, breathing hard as Ohm took control. His thoughts were wrapped in chaos as his mouth moved, tasting the warmth and inevitably relaxing. Kissing Ohmwrecker swathed his night in a dream, tantalizing and dark.

He would have lost himself, breathless, if it wasn't for the ragged scream shoving him back into reality.

He turned his head, pulling himself away from Ohmwrecker to see Vanoss twenty feet ahead of him in the cornfield. A familiar dark blue sweater was all Bryce could see before Vanoss was thrown to the ground, disappearing from Bryce's sight.

His objective came full force and he hated himself for losing himself in a kiss. He twisted around, grabbed Ohm's arm and tried bringing him down for another kiss. Another distraction for the killer, not for him.

Except Ohmwrecker was more curious of Vanoss and Delirious. "Aren't you worried?" he asked, turning his head to the side to try and find where they went.

Bryce clenched his teeth as he reached into Ohm's sweater pocket, he found a knife, which he kept and a key tied to a cord.

"What are you doing?" he looked down, grabbing a hold of Bryce's shoulders.

Bryce struggled to free himself. "Let go of me."

"Weren't you just enjoying yourself just a second ago?" Ohmwrecker asked, his voice lowering.

Bryce flicked the knife open as he held onto the key before slashing at Ohm. It tore through his sweater and cut through flesh. Blood oozed from Ohm's arm as he let out a painful groan.

Bryce grinned, "Bye." He turned and started to run toward where Vanoss and Delirious are.

"Bryce!" Ohmwrecker yelled which sent a shudder through Bryce, this time out of fear that if Ohmwrecker got a hold of him, he wouldn't hesitate to die. Not this time anyway.

"Evan," Bryce called and caught sight of Vanoss and Delirious rolling in the dirt, fighting From the looks of it, Vanoss was losing.

Before he could get to him, Ohmwrecker managed to catch up and grab the back of his collar. Yanking him backwards and onto his ass. Bryce scrambled away, teeth chattering as he held onto the knife and the key.

"Bryce, get back here." Ohm kicked Bryce in the side and flipped him on his back. "You fucking bastard." He reached down to grab the knife from Bryce, except Bryce cut Ohm in the hand and gave him enough momentum to shove him backwards.

He had to time to move backwards when Ohmwrecker righted himself and grasped a hold of his knee.

Another scream pierced the air and this time, it wasn't a surprised scream. The tone was fused with immense pain and a maniacal laugh that sent a chill along Bryce's spine. The smirk on Ohmwrecker's face indicated the truth of Bryce's fear.

"Looks like your friend is dead."

His eyes burned, but he wouldn't cry until he knew. And if he was dead, he'd have to find a way to get past two killers, and possibly a third so he could grab Craig and get out of here. It seemed impossible, but the adrenaline thrumming through him wouldn't let him lie down and wait for the inevitable.

"What the…?"

Ohmwrecker's brows furrowed as he turned around. Bryce's heart jolted at the sound of something hitting the ground, a low groan following it. He leaned forward, bringing his leg up and the second Ohm turned back, he kicked him hard in the face.

"Ohm.." Delirious whimpered.

Ohmwrecker's body slumped to the side, groaning in pain. But the sight of Vanoss standing behind him, his arm bleeding, and his left leg, he held a knife in his hand. Panting hard, his face was a sickly pale with a sheen of sweat.

"We..have..to.. to..get out of..here," Vanoss said, closing his eyes as he kept pressure on the wound in his arm, but when he took a step forward, Bryce scrambled to his feet and caught him before he hit the ground.

"What did you do?" he asked, wrapping Vanoss's free arm around his shoulder to keep pressure off his leg.

"F-Faked..dying.. Caught him off.. Guard. We have to get out.. Of here."

Bryce nodded, "I got the key, but from the looks of Ohm and Delirious. It won't take them long to come after us."

"I don't think I can go another round with..Delirious," Vanoss said, leaning his head against the crook of Bryce's neck.

Bryce nodded, brows furrowed, knowing that he wouldn't survive Ohmwrecker again. "Yeah. Same."

They walked through the cornfield as fast as they could and to Bryce's horror. Craig was fighting a man in a pig mask.

"Shit..He found him," Vanoss said in a low voice.

The light of the warehouse illuminated them and Ohmwrecker's car. One of the windows was smashed and the man-whom Bryce figured was Wildcat-shoved him to the ground, the bat rolled away from Craig who tried reaching for it.

"What do we do?" Vanoss asked, "we can't leave Craig with another one of these fuckers."

"We're not," Bryce said, passing Vanoss the key he took from Ohmwrecker, "get the car started. I'll manage..Wildcat."

"Are you sure?" Vanoss asked as he slipped his arm from Bryce's shoulder.

Bryce frowned as Vanoss could barely hold himself up. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Get into the passenger seat once you manage the car. I'll grab Craig as fast as I can and we can finally leave this place."

Vanoss said nothing, but he did nod as he made his way through the tall grass, trying to stay inconspicuous as Bryce knelt down. Craig was doing his best to hold off Wildcat who punched him in the face.

There wasn't much time to think about a plan when Ohmwrecker and Delirious should be making their way toward the warehouse. With a silent hope that they don't end up dead in the next few minutes, Bryce ran from the grass and headed straight for the bat.

Wildcat turned the second Bryce grabbed the handle of the bat and swung it. Craig reacted quick at the same time, kicking at Wildcat's leg and barely tripping him. It was a good enough distraction that Bryce slammed the bat against Wildcat's shoulder, a small crack elicited a cry from Wildcat as he fell forward. Bryce kicked him in the face for good measure, knocking him out.

Bryce reached down and grabbed a hold of Craig's hand and pulled him to his feet. He helped him toward the car, the lights flashed on and the car came to life with a deep whirring.

"Thought you guys died," Craig said, voice going hoarse.

Vanoss crawled into the passenger seat as Craig slid into the back. Bryce opened the door and jumped into the driver's seat.

"Same," Bryce said as he pulled the car backward along the slope and onto the road.

His heart raced when he caught sight of Ohmwrecker and Delirious helping Wildcat to his feet.

"Let's go, before..I bleed out," Vanoss said, wheezing as he leaned his head against the window.

Bryce nodded as he drove down the dirt road and into the darkness. Away from the horror they experienced and the three masked wearing killers staring back at them with as much wounds of the night.

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fin.

Notes: Yeah. It has ended. Yay. I actually imagined Vanoss with the key and driving, but it ended up being Bryce. :D. (I made Ohm taller. lol.) Anyway, I hoped you liked my story. If you want to read more, I written a few h2ovanoss and BrOhm on ArchiveofOurOwn. Same name - Skullszeyes.

Reviews are appreciated. No flames or bashing please.