Excuse me, but I was wondering if anyone would be willing to kill the monster underneath my bed? Okay thanks! I do not own these characters or So Weird in general. Neither does the monster.
He fell to the ground with a terror filled scream the sound of laughter still filling his ears from above. Next to him lies her body bruised and battered worse than he, no longer moving, no longer breathing. The tears fall from his eyes fast but the sob will not escape stuck within his throat. Thinking of the past errors that laid on his sub concisions, everything that had come to play that didn't have to be, because of him. His anger and stubbornness taking the lead in the bad decisions. He was always right; she was always the misguided fool. Now here he is at a destination unknown to him, feeling the blood pouring from the gash on his forehead, while watching it flow from hers. He no longer hears the laughter of twisted satisfaction of pleasure coming from one that did this, the one that he used to trust and almost call a brother. When you only have minutes to live you tend to do a lot of thinking and grieving for a future that you'll never be able to have, he didn't want to do that. He wasn't going to die without a fight, she would not have him her fail her even in death. Gathering all his strength he pushes himself from the muddy ground to stare at the unwanted executioner.
"Yes Jackie boy?" There was that stupid Irish accent again.
"Why are you doing this Carey?" He screams the word, spitting with every syllable that escapes from his lips.
"Because she just couldn't leave well enough alone. Sorry." He didn't see it coming, death didn't feel like the way as he thought of it in his dreams and nightmare, it was almost peaceful. Yes it was peaceful.