BB Pet Chap 10… warning stuff I don't even know, weird dreams. Don't judge, don't like don't read. But it's not a lemon so calm yourself. Okayzies?
B woke up frightened. He wasn't in his comfy sweet bed as he would have hoped. No this wasn't some ordinary nightmare, it was real. The bridge was over water, and the car fell into it. When he went to take a breath; water filled his lungs. In the blurry darkness of the bed of water, he could barely make out Fleur who was unconscious. Adrenaline kicked in his veins as the hero aspect finally reached him. He punched the glass next to him and luckily it was safety glass so it broke easily. Time was running out, he lungs were pleading for air. He grabbed Fleur and ripped her out of her seatbelt, yanked her out of the window and swam as fast as his scrawny legs could manage. His lungs killed as his vision started to blur. He would not let himself be engulfed by darkness. He wouldn't let Fleur die. His body screamed in agony as he felt as though he was being compressed. Far worse than any self harming he had done before. His face inches from the surface, strained trying to gasp for air. Then he broke the surface. He gasped and coughed as his lungs felt relief. Swimming to the shore line, he slumped onto the wet gravel and nearly passed out. His face was covered in muck and who knows what. But then he remembered, Fleur. Rather mad at himself for forgetting her for even a second, he turned her over and started to give her CPR. He was worried that he wasn't doing it right. He bellowed and screamed for help, but no one was there. Trying to feel her pulse and finding none, he deemed her dead and slumped his head on her chest. A slight moan came from next to Beyond. He snapped his head eagerly to see her. She blinked slightly but closed her eyes in defeat, too tired to even think.
Fleur Pov
I opened my eyes quickly. My wrists were chained as well as my ankles. In the room was a little light. This particular light shone on a table, where many murderous weapons lay neatly on the surface. They were all stained with blood, and had various types of instruments. This person knew what they were doing. I could feel my heart pounding as well as sweat dripping in beads down my neck. What would happen to me? What did I deserve to do this? "Kyahhahahahahahaha." the evil cackle echoed around the room. Crap, it was here. A dark figure emerged from the shadows. He wore a black long sleeved shirt and jeans. His messy hair covered his eyes but blood covered his face. A smile crept along his face. I clenched my eyes shut and pictured happy things. I imagined B, when he was happier. I imagined the life we would have had. I woke up next to him, and he flashed me a smile before bending in for a passionate kiss. His lips were satin, but he tasted of blood. I opened my eyes to face reality, this was no happy thought. This killer was kissing me. One hand reached up to cup my face so I could not turn away. I could feel the blood staining on my face, the metallic smell and taste everywhere. It was too real. He pulled away and peaked over at me. His eyes flashed crimson and I looked into the face of the one I loved the most. B cackled again, this time he sheathed out a knife and pointed it at me. "My beautiful Fleur. My flower, oh how things have changed. After I fled I regretted it every single moment of each day." Sincerity flashed in his eyes, but it left quickly. "I loved you." I chocked. "Why did you leave?" "Because I turned into this," he waved his arms, showing her all of his torture equipment. Red eyes appeared across the room as a large figure appeared from the darkness. It was Ryuk. "Kukuku. So we meet again Miss I don't want a Death Note." I hissed and looked away. "You know I never wanted to hurt you. I was a stray and you picked me up, never knowing what the consequences may be." She looked up at him, and the old B was back. Oh how she missed the crazy neko that caused her so much trouble. A croissant, a crepe, a poodle, then madness. Slowly he turned into the cat once more.
He undid her chains around her wrists, letting my arms swoop around his neck as I pulled him into a tight embrace. I leaned back and kissed him again, but to only have the crazy side come back as another evil laugh emerged from him. Suddenly a sharp pain was felt in my back. I could feel blood trickling down it and pain struck every part of my body. A figure walked out in front of me, and I could see the assailant. It, she looked exactly like myself. But a crazed version. My hair was tangled, my face twisted in a permanent smile, blood covering every inch. The pain actually felt good. The room swirled around and I suddenly felt myself looking at someone in partial chains. I look down at my hands and see blood. I turn to leave my old self, the new crazed me walking away, my fingers laced with those of Beyond Birthday