Chap. 6: Deadly Love
1 hour and about 16 bottles later, Will could barely move. He rolled over, clutching his stomach.
"My god....." he moaned, tears streaming down his face. A burst of pain shot through his head and he screamed. He knew everyone in the plateau had heard it. He paled even more.
"Will? Everything okay?" Karen's voice called out.
Will didn't reply. He felt too ill. Karen opened his door, and thought at first that Will was unconscious. But she saw his hand move and ran over, fuming.
"Will! You did NOT drink all that whiskey since you've been back!"
He only moaned and nodded in response.
Karen looked at him, then ran to Lance's room on the other side of the plateau. She told him what she saw, and Lance came to talk to him alone.
"Will. What is your problem?" Lance aked.
Will rolled over in response. He didn't need, or particularly WANT this.
"No, you're going to listen to me!" Lance said, rolling him over. "Tell me why you did this!"
Will, not knowing what else to do, began to cry. Lance slapped him.
"Don't cry! Will, you're a good kid. But you need to straighten yourself out."
"M-Morty...." Will stuttered, deliriously.
Lance gave him a smile.
"You never give up, do you?"
Will shook his head. "N-no...."
"Brave." Lance replied. "Foolish, but brave. I hope you shape up, Will. You're something special. You've even got me lusting after you."
With that, he left without a word. Will curled up into a fetal position and screamed Morty's name....over and over again. After about 5 minutes, he got up and stumbled to his closet, nearly falling in. He retrieved what looked like a lunch box. Opening it revealed a .45 pistol, which he brought with him to his bed. His photo from the bug-catching contest in his hand, he raised the gun to his head.
"Wait for me, Morty......" he whispered.
Then, he clutched the picture to his chest and fired the gun. That shot echoed through all the rooms on the plateau, causing a stunned silence. Lance and Karen broke down his door to find him facedown, dead, just as Morty had been. Karen clung to Lance, sobbing loudly. Koga and Bruno soon followed, trying to hide their tears. Lance noticed the picture in Will's hand, sighing.
"He couldn't get over him.....that was true love." He said, choking up. "It's so sad to see him this way....." Lance rolled his body over, brushing the locks of blood-matted hair from Will's delicate face, calm in eternal slumber although those last seconds were filled with the pain of a bullet passing through his skull.
"Lance?" Karen said, noticing him start to break down.
"I......I can't be here. I just can't!" Lance said, running back to his room without another thought.
"First Pryce died.... then Clair, then Morty....now Will? All these funerals within the space of a month?" Karen sobbed.
"We need to plan Will's......he had the hardest time and went through the most, he needs something honorable...." Koga said.
"I know just the place for it." Karen replied.
1 hour and about 16 bottles later, Will could barely move. He rolled over, clutching his stomach.
"My god....." he moaned, tears streaming down his face. A burst of pain shot through his head and he screamed. He knew everyone in the plateau had heard it. He paled even more.
"Will? Everything okay?" Karen's voice called out.
Will didn't reply. He felt too ill. Karen opened his door, and thought at first that Will was unconscious. But she saw his hand move and ran over, fuming.
"Will! You did NOT drink all that whiskey since you've been back!"
He only moaned and nodded in response.
Karen looked at him, then ran to Lance's room on the other side of the plateau. She told him what she saw, and Lance came to talk to him alone.
"Will. What is your problem?" Lance aked.
Will rolled over in response. He didn't need, or particularly WANT this.
"No, you're going to listen to me!" Lance said, rolling him over. "Tell me why you did this!"
Will, not knowing what else to do, began to cry. Lance slapped him.
"Don't cry! Will, you're a good kid. But you need to straighten yourself out."
"M-Morty...." Will stuttered, deliriously.
Lance gave him a smile.
"You never give up, do you?"
Will shook his head. "N-no...."
"Brave." Lance replied. "Foolish, but brave. I hope you shape up, Will. You're something special. You've even got me lusting after you."
With that, he left without a word. Will curled up into a fetal position and screamed Morty's name....over and over again. After about 5 minutes, he got up and stumbled to his closet, nearly falling in. He retrieved what looked like a lunch box. Opening it revealed a .45 pistol, which he brought with him to his bed. His photo from the bug-catching contest in his hand, he raised the gun to his head.
"Wait for me, Morty......" he whispered.
Then, he clutched the picture to his chest and fired the gun. That shot echoed through all the rooms on the plateau, causing a stunned silence. Lance and Karen broke down his door to find him facedown, dead, just as Morty had been. Karen clung to Lance, sobbing loudly. Koga and Bruno soon followed, trying to hide their tears. Lance noticed the picture in Will's hand, sighing.
"He couldn't get over him.....that was true love." He said, choking up. "It's so sad to see him this way....." Lance rolled his body over, brushing the locks of blood-matted hair from Will's delicate face, calm in eternal slumber although those last seconds were filled with the pain of a bullet passing through his skull.
"Lance?" Karen said, noticing him start to break down.
"I......I can't be here. I just can't!" Lance said, running back to his room without another thought.
"First Pryce died.... then Clair, then Morty....now Will? All these funerals within the space of a month?" Karen sobbed.
"We need to plan Will's......he had the hardest time and went through the most, he needs something honorable...." Koga said.
"I know just the place for it." Karen replied.