Hey guys! This one is going quite longer than before, and will take a bit of research on certain things and characters
Which is one of the reasons it will take so long to upload!
I just want to say that school is beginning to get in the way of this, but I WILL NOT STOP!
I will keep going until it is over, but as I've said previously, I'm taking turns with each sequel!
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Chapter 13: Returning To The Beginning

I sit on the porch of Murder House, waiting patiently for anything; a scream, yelling, Michael crying. Anything would be great right now, even if it isn't exactly, positive. I don't feel bad for Constance. she had this coming a very long time ago, hell, she even tried to poison me with a laced cupcake. Lucky for me though, when those three pricks tried to murder me and my mom, one of the bitches ate it, spewed her guts out all over the place before Tate cut her down with an axe. He was protecting me, so I won't let him feel bad about that murderous bitch, as well as the other two. Tate's family was dysfunctional, sure, but it wasn't one-hundred percent destructive. There was Constance Langdon, the devil in human form, always making sure that the worst of things happen, and to her excitement, they normally did. Then there was the innocence; Beau and Addie, they suffered just because they were different, because their minds were set more than cruelty. Then, there was Tate Langdon, the devil trying his hardest to be an angel; constantly trying to fit in, be somehow he wanted to be. He loved his siblings equally, but all of thatpressure got to him, he was pushed over the edge. But where is he now?
"I need you, Tate, please come back to me."
"I just did."

I stare over at the fence, Tate stands there, no sign of blood anywhere, so it's either he committed a clean kill, or he did something else.
"Is she," I pause.
"Dead?" he asks, to which I nod my head. "No. I left before I could, too much bullshit in that house, I had to leave."
He speaks like he just wanted to leave the house, but I know there's something more to it. He didn't kill her for a reason, I just need to figure out why, that's when his eyes begin to tear up, and to disbelief, ink begins to drain from his eyes. I think about what I am seeing, and then it hits me, he's becoming more like Taint the longer he's out there. I have to do something, and soon.
"I saw Michael. He's, so god damn beautiful, I took him to his room, watched him as he fell asleep in my arms. He really is an angel, and that destroys me. One day, that child is going to ask, who his daddy is, and Constance is going to tell him who I am, what I am, and what I did. And that terrifies me, more than Taint, more than everything, but losing you, Violet," he stares up at me. "If you don't understand by now, I need you in my life, you're not a want, you're a need in my life."
"I'm always going to be there for you, Tate," I state. "So is my mom, dad, Nora, Moira, Patrick, everyone is here for you. You just need to come back to us."
"Not yet," he says, wiping the ink from his cheek. "There's one more place I have to go to, and I want you to come with me."
I watch as his hand leans towards me, his tattoos on his hand fading as it reaches past the gate and into my own. I should stop him, but I don't want to, I love him, and I never want to let him go again. He yanks me past the gate, and into the streets, and like that, we disappear.

We appear within the hall of a place, and the more I stare around it, the more I recognise the hall; Westfield High. Tate stands beside, his face grey and his eyes looking shallow; he's terrified of this place, every part about it makes him want to burst into tears. I watch him as he moves towards one of the lockers, his head leaning into the metal when he reaches it.
"Tate?" I ask. "Are you okay?"
"This is- the place I took my first ever life; Mark Finstein. I just walked straight up to him, and shot him in the skull, blew half his face off."
"Did you feel anything from it all, the whole thing?" I ask him.
"No. Not really, I don't remember much from it, but then again, I don't want to. I felt, kinda' numb, but then, the more I think about it," he stops for a moment. "I felt terrified, terrified of the actions I was committing. I felt like a monster had taken over my body. Then, I killed more, and more, and more. That was the day I became Taint Langdon."
"That's bullshit, and you know that!" I snap, leaning on the locker next to him. "You were changed, Constance did that, not you. She pushed you over the edge-"
"Yeah, but she didn't pull the fucking trigger, Vi, did she?!" he snaps back, punching the locker beside me so hard, the metal bends inwards. "I DID THIS!"
I don't feel sad, just mad, I'm trying to help him, and he's being a child.
"Calm down, Tate," I order him. "Now."

He takes in a very large breath, his eyes changing from angry to shallow again, indicating that he's calmed himself down.
"Are you done?" I ask, crossing my arms.
He stares right at me, his eyes filling with water, but that's when our lips suddenly collide. Our kiss is the most passionate thing I've ever felt in my life; makes me feel calmer, far more relaxed than anything else in this world. Even with the tattoos on his skin, Tate still looks and feels like a god damn angel; sweet and kind, but at the same time, dangerous and protective. But why are we really here? I ignore the thoughts of anything else, because this moment seems perfect, and never want it to end.
"Well, ain't this sweet!" I hear a male voice from the dark. "He's finally returned to us, guys, and he has some sick tats too?!"
Tate pulls back from the kiss, moving straight in front of me, being as protective as ever. The voice reveals himself from the dark; it's Kyle Greenwell, one of the students Kyle had killed, and one of the members of the Dead Breakfast Club. The bullet hole in his head spews blood, grossing me out

"After all this time, Tate?" Kyle stops.
"You're finally here," Stephanie Boggs finishes, appearing behind me.
I turn and face the goth looking girl, specifically the part of her skull that is missing. She looks different from before; her skin is greyer and she looks much more, aggressive. Same as Kyle, but if they're here, that means the other members are somewhere.
"What do you want? From me, and Violet?" Tate snarls, his eyes glaring at the other three silhouettes hiding in the dark.
I watch as the jawless nerd Amir Stanley, punk Kevin Gedman and cheerleader Chloe Stapleton reveal themselves from the dark, looking the same as the others; aggressive and grey.
"Never thought you'd return," Chloe giggles. "It's about god damn time."
"Well, he has," I snark. "We're just passing through."
Amir just stares at the two of us with evil eyes, that's when Kyle begins to move closer to us, Chloe and Kevin close behind him.

"We're never going to forgive you, Tate," Kevin growls. "So if you, and your whore are here because of this-"
"We're not!" I snark at the punk. "And if you call me a whore one more time, you're going to get more than a slap to the face."
"What? You gonna' slap his cock instead?!" Chloe says, right in front of my face.
In a sudden urge, I slap her right in the face, surprising her so much that she backs away.
"What the fuck?! Bitch."
I watch as Kyle makes a move towards me, but Tate grips his jacket with one hand, and his throat with another.
"Don't you forget," Tate pauses. "I killed you once, I can do it again. If you go near her, I will."
I hear footsteps behind me; high heels. I use my ghost ability to move myself near the door of the hall, dodging what could have been a pain in the skull, by the hands of Stephanie.
"That's new?" Stephanie says, starring at me. After hearing her say that, it brings a thought into my head; does she know how to do that? Or is it only certain ghosts can do it? Makes no sense, right?

I watch an arm swing towards Tate, Amir's arm. In a sudden moment, Tate is punched to the ground by Amir, then kicked in the stomach by Kyle. I try to do something, but I feel Chloe's hands wrap around my arms, pinning them against my back, then my body to a nearby locker. Stephanie walks towards me slowly, smiling before she punches me in the nose. I feel blood gush from my nose, and stare to see blood gushing from the mouth of Tate. The only person who doesn't seem to want to do anything is Kevin.
"You really shouldn't have come back, Tate," Kevin states, walking towards him. "All you had to do was put that gun down when someone told you to, but-"
"You even failed to do that!" Kyle yells, kicking Tate in the face.
"What I want to know, Violet," Chloe whispers to me. "How the fuck have you stuck with him?!"
"He's a real piece of shit boyfriend, isn't he?" Stephanie whispers in my ear. "Has he raped you?"
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I scream in hatred. "HE'S NOT A MONSTER!"
I watch Tate as he looks up at me, his eyes becoming darker, in fact, every tattoo on his body begins to become darker. The tattoos become so dark, that I can see them through his clothes. He mouths some words, over and over, then I realise what he's trying to say; go outside, now!.

He looks up at Kyle, Kevin and Amir, his eyes looking evil and very, very angry. He begins to get up from the floor, taking multiple hits to the face, but he doesn't seem to be feeling any pain from it. Kyle becomes frustrated, kicking Tate in the face, but that just annoys Tate more. I move myself from Chloe's grip, sending her face into the locker, then punching Stephanie in face in defence. I use my ability to find myself near the door, but I have to stay, I need to make sure Tate is okay. I him scream like a madman, launching himself upwards, sending Kyle and Amir away from him. Tate moves towards the locker he punched, pulling the metal from its hinges, then watching as Amir gets up, obviously wanting more. Tate throws the metal towards Amir, but he ducks, instead, chopping Kyle's head clean off his shoulders, his blood soaking the halls.
"You're going to pay for that, Tate!" Stephanie screams.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MY NAME IS TAINT!" he screams, his voice sending chill and fear down my spine. He charges towards the jawless Amir, and scared shitless Kevin.

Amir attempts to counter-attack Tate, but he's overwhelmed as Tate slams his head into the wall. Kevin grips Tate's jacket with aggression, but Tate manages to throw him towards the entrance of the hall with one hand, throwing him through the whole door. The glass breaks all over the place, and the door is completely caved inwards, Kevin has ceased to be seen, like his spirit is taking its rest. I turn to face where Kyle once stood, but he's gone also, must be the same thing. I watch as Tate violently slams Amir's head into the wall, over and over again, until there's literally nothing left of him. Stephanie and Chloe walk a long way away from me, but I stay exactly where I am. That's when Tate finishes bashing Amir's head in. He faces me, starring at me as he begins to charge.
"Tate! NOOO!" I scream. "PLEASE!"
I feel his arms around me, but I don't feel scared, because I'm not in pain; he's taking us somewhere else. That's when I begin hear the sound of crickets and feel the cold air of the outside.