Disclaimer: I still don't own Holes.

Ending 1: Bad Ending

Is a very short chapter.

WARNING: Pendanski gets bad hurt. Like, really bad hurt. Really, really bad hurt. You have been warned.

*Pendanski is upset and scared about everything that has happened and stuff goes down

"Lift up your shirt." The officer said. Mom's eyes widened, "Why?"

"Just do what I tell you." The officer said. Mom complied. He untucked his shirt and lifted it up. He wore a plain white t-shirt underneath. The officer lifted the back up first. His eyes widened.

There are whip marks on his back and burn markings on it as well. The officer pulls out his walkie-talkie, "Sir, we may have acts of torture aganist some of the workers here. Permission to investigate?"

"Wait for me to get there, officer."

"Roger that."

Pendanski's POV

I stared at the ground as the policemen looked at me with questioning gazes. They knew something was wrong but they didn't know what. I was shaking and I need a knife. The officer had taken mine. I had told them everything already.

They knew I was the cause of the scars on my stomach and left leg. My dad did the ones on my back and right leg. They knew what he did besides that. They knew I had illegally changed my last name to Pendanski. Knowing all this, they were unsure what to do with me.

Marion was sitting next to me still, holding my hand uncomfortably while handcuffed to the bench. They had handcuffed him there since they think he run. "You okay?" He asked, whispering.

I shook my head, "N-no. I-I wanna go home now. I don't wanna be here. I'm scared."

He nodded, "I know. Come here." He said and I leaned aganist him. "Shhhusssh, don't cry."

"I-I don't wanna go to jail." I said. I really didn't, who does? I was scared of what might happen. Marion and I wouldn't be together and I knew I wouldn't survive without him. "Marion, please don't let them take me to jail." I whimpered.

"J-Jacob, I can't stop em' if they do." He said. I sobbed harder.

"No! Please, don't let them. I-I have a g-gun." I whispered. His eyes widened, "No! We are not doin' that." He said.

"Please! Marion, please I'm so scared!" I begged him. He shook his head, "No! Jacob, we'll find a way."

"This is the way! Please, Marion! I-I don't wanna go to jail! I-I-I-" I couldn't speak, sobs escaping my lips and racking my whole body. The cops looked at us every once and awhile but didn't really pay us to much attention. Eventually, my thoughts of self pity and hate were interupted, "Okay."

I looked up at Marion, "W-what?"

"I'll...I'll do it." Marion said, tears were streaming down his face.

I was speechless, "Th-thank you. Oh, God, Marion thank you!" I hugged him tight as I could. "Thank you. Thank you. Thankyou." I said.

He was shaking and I was shaking too. He stared at me, tears still streaming down his face, "We're is the gun?" He asked.

I reached beneath our seat, and reduced a pistol. I kept one everywhere just in case. I handed it to him and he checked to make sure the guards weren't looking as he took it and hid it in his jacket. "Jacob." He said and I looked at him.

"Mhm?" I asked, biting my lip.

"I love you. I just...I love you. You are my little brother and I love you more than anything in the whole world! Please, I...Just promise me you'll be okay. I don't know what might happen when people die, just promise me you'll be okay." He said, looking at me with bloodshot eyes.

I nodded, "Yeah. I promise. Promise me you'll take care of yourself." Suddenly, a memory flashed before my eyes.

"Marion," Jacob said, staring up at Marion. Tears in his eyes. His father had beat him again. He had a broken nose and a black eye.

"Yeah?" Marion asked, holding the younger and smaller boy close.

"Promise...promise me you'd do anything for me."

"Wh-what?"

"Please, I wanna know that you'll do anything for me."

"Of course I promise. I'd live, die, and kill for you." Marion said.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

That night, Mr. Conrade, father of Jacob Conrade, died. He was mudered in his sleep by a twenty five year old Marion Sevillo. Marion went to jail for a long time, but since Mr. Conrade had escaped a death sentence numerous times, Marion was released early and put on parol.

The memory was gone as quick as it came. I looked at Marion, tears were streaming down his face and his lip was quivering. "Jacob, I promise." He said and brought me into a fierce hug. He kissed me on the lips and than begun to sob quietly into my neck. "Oh, Jacob I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too." I said and he gave me a small smile.

"You'll always be my little brother."

"You'll always be my big brother."

I closed my eyes and Marion gripped my hand in his own. "You'll be okay." He whispered.

I heard a gasp.

A guard screamed, "Stop!"

Marion pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

I fell into darkness.

Marion/Mr. Sir's POV

His head jerked back, blooding shooting out the hole in his forehead. He slumped in my arms and I cried. He's happy now. He'll always be happy now. No one can hurt him. No one can hurt him.

The policemen rushed towards me and yanked the gun out my hand. I held tight to Jacob's limp form. I than recalled a memory. A promise forever kept.

"Promise...promise me you'd do anything for me."

"Wh-what?"

"Please, I wanna know that you'll do anything for me."

"Of course I promise. I'd live, die, and kill for you." Marion said.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

I smiled, I had killed his dad for him. The old bastard deserved to die for hurting Jacob. My little brother. My sweet, dead, little brother. I leaned forward and kissed Jacob's cheek. I need to say something to him. Even if he was dead I had to say something before they ripped him from my arms.

I tried to think of something.

I came up with nothing.

I thought harder.

I came up with nothing.

I thought again.

I got something.

Short but true: ...

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"Goodnight, my little brother."

The next ending will either be the good ending or the 50/50 ending. Please, review and tell me what you think.