Part two
Pewdie sat in the darkness for days after that last text. The world was spinning from that day.
"Did Cry reply?" Ken asked.
Pewdie nodded, and handed Ken the phone. The next moment, Ken stood up and slashed Pewdie through his chest with a knife he had under his jacket. Pewdiepie stood up, stumbled a few steps, and took a few moments before he realized what Ken had just done. He stared, eyes wide with horror at the streams of blood falling from his body.
"You will not tell anyone." Ken hissed, and got up, putting the knife back into his jacket, blood slowly seeping through. Pewdiepie got up most of his strength to utter out a few words before collapsing from blood loss.
"What are you going to do to Cry? D-don't you DARE touch him you mother fucker!" Pewds yelled, and then he felt another stab through his chest.
"I'm going to kill him. Goodnight, Felix." Were the last words Ken muttered to him, before leaving. Pewds lifted his right arm and felt what stabbed through him: another knife.
Ken took a final look at Pewdie's house, gazing at it for a couple seconds. He smirked, and lit a match and left it at the steps of Pewds' house.
"Now I'm going to finish off Cry." Ken whispered to himself, covering the blood stains on his jacket with a cloth he found in Pewdie's closet and left.
Flams emerged slowly from the house, and no one would find out for a long time. Pewds and Marzia lived in a house far from human civilization. The closest house was Cry's, but that distance was at least 10 minutes of driving.
Cry was not going to be alive for much longer. He was sure of it. He stared into Ken's eyes for every second since he came back, and to the point where he crouched down beside Cry.
"God… you really ARE a psychopath.." Cry whispered under his breath, racked with fear, lying against pain he just realized existed. All Ken did was smile. Ken slowly brought out the knife he used to hit Pewds with the first time, watching the blood drip onto the floor. "Ah, Pewdiepie." He Whispered
"You didn't kill him. You did not just FUCKING KILL HIM" Cry yelled in rage, attempting to stand up. But before he could, a sharp pain stabbed through his leg, then stomach, then chest. The pain grew sharp as Ken pulled out the knife, kicked Cry down and threw him over onto a pile of broken glass.
Cry felt the knife stab through him over and over again, sometimes just sliding over his skin to make marks. Ken tortured him, just enough so he was near death but not too close.
"I'm leaving now. I will come back to see how you're doing." Ken smiled, and walked out of the house, leaving the door slightly closed.
Cry, who was bleeding and hurt managed to sit up after a long effort. He spun around, dizzy until he found a yellow note on the ground.
"Your "Pewdiepie" is dying slower and more painful way than you are. He's going to burn alive, and you will never see him again.
Cry…