Title: Behind the Mask
Summary: Pewdie was sick of being the perfect person that he "apparently was." No one ever understood his feelings, not even Marzia or his parents. No one did. He hated the mask he hid himself under. Except maybe him. Maybe Cry did just a little. PEWDIECRY Warnings: Mad!Pewds, depression, slash
Cry felt crazy. He must have been crazy, considering the sudden outburst in his email, sputtering about how he was going to take a plane all the way toward the United Kingdom just to see his gamer partner, someone who never even seen his face, let alone know anything more him than from their co-ops and occasional tweets and messages toward each other.
But, Pewdie could be dead. He couldn't take the risk of not knowing if the Swedish gamer was alright. He did tell himself that he would quit his job, travel across the globe just to see him. That he would do anything to see the smile appear on Pewdie's face again, like in the wallpaper. Bright, warm, and cheerful, just like Pewdie's name was.
Still, this was a bit of a crazy move to pull on, buying a ticket to the United Kingdom, and make it to his six am flight in the morning, which was within two hours. That meant he had enough time to throw a few clothes, his laptop, microphone, and headphones in a sleek suitcase, ask his parents to drive him toward Tampa airport, email Marzia of his departure, and jump on the plane just on time.
"I think I need help.." Cry murmured softly to himself, resting his head against the plane seat. His hair was in a mess, his usually combed brown locks tangled into bundles of hair strands. His lips were chapped and felt dry, as he took in a deep breath. He could feel the bags sagging down his usually bright, aquatic eyes that hid underneath a pair of glasses. He never got to rest, even for a moment. Usually on Sunday mornings after the night streams, he would take a whole day to nap and restore the energy he used up on the livestream. But, seeing Pewdie, his chest soaked in blood and that sinister smile smeared on his lips, the thought of Marzia panicking and desperately trying to hold back tears, as she stared at her lover, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, even for a moment.
And that was how he ended up here, in a plane heading toward London airport. He sighed, adjusting his frames and letting his eyes carry him toward the silent sky, colours of the sun beginning to overpaint the previous dark, chilly sky. He should rest, while he had the chance. Though, he knew his dreams would be nothing, but dreary and gloomy with an empty pit in its stomach.
"Do you think if we were reborn, we could be meet each other and be together forever?" the words sounded so soft and gentle, whispering and bringing shudders down my spine. My knees felt weak and heavy, feeling a large weight against my chest. I fiddle with my fingers, playing with light coloured hair strands between my index and thumb. My eyelids wanted to shut close and breathe in the warm, comforting smell in the room that lifted around my nose. There was something bitter though beneath the sweetness. It tasted metallic on my tongue. Digusting was the only thought that passed through my mind.
I sighed and cracked a small smile on the corner of my lips, "Yeah. That sounds like a good plan. I w-would like that very much." I felt tears swarm at the corner of my eyes, and slowly stroll down my cheeks, that were suddenly puffy red and moist, as if I've been crying for a long time.
"I'm glad. T-Thanks."
And slowly, the moments slowed down, and I could see the clock hand hesitate each inch of its movement, my breathing hitching at a slow, sluggish, speed, the two heartbeats breaking the perfect rhythmic beat. My eyes divert, swallowing in each second of anticipation and nervousness built up in me, and finally, as if time suddenly fasten its pace, all I saw was blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
So much blood.
Dripping down the corner of your white, pale lips, now smeared with a moist, vibrant red colour. Splattered over your shirt, the fabric soaked in its paint. Eyes widened in a trance, looking daze and in space, far far away from me in my arms where you were meant to be. I could see it all. I could see you. A corpse was all you were.
There was no light in your eyes. Just blood and its awful, sickly, bittersweet, colour.
This is gonna be an extremely short (but important) chapter. I'm sorry. I promise to update soon with a longer chapter. Please remember to review and favourite! It makes my day. I'm cereal. ^_^