A Bitter End
fiddleford pov:
bill enters the living room as im pouring over equations. he sits down next to me and takes the papers from my hands.
he looks them over and then he crumples them up. "useless. unless you wish to get blown up. fucking hell you really are just a useless mechanic." his words like venom in my ears.
"im sorry, i-if i had ford-" im cut off as he slaps me.
"did i say you could fucking talk? i don't need you to utter a damn word. you were entirely useless! a waste of time to keep you alive to torment sixer." he yells a low growl forming as he goes on.
he gets up and heads for the kitchen, the air around him nearly suffocating. once he disappears around the corner i get up my heart pounding in my chest, my gut telling me to get out.
my eyes shift to the kitchen, the car keys are in there, too big a risk. i move as quickly as i can to the door without making a sound, keeping myself alert to where bill is.
i reach for the door knob and the cold makes me jump slightly. the handle jiggles and my breath quickens, i pull the door open and barely step outside when i see bills shadow on the living room floor, cast from the kitchen light.
i turn and rush down the steps of the front porch. my foot catches on a rock jutting out of the ground. i get up and brush myself off taking care with my left wrist. looking over my shoulder bill is behind me, not even running after me.
"fucking running. its been done before, why not just fucking come back." bill says sounding bored, his hands empty.
i trip again and he grabs me by my broken wrist. i cry out and try to mask the sound by biting my lip.
"oh dont even fucking bother." he spits out as he pulls me back up the steps.
he slams me into the wall next to the front door. his right arm on my throat. in the distance i see movement in the tree line.
i try to apologize and his knee comes up and catches me in the stomach. my breath knocked out of me and pain spreading.
"im done fucking around, he has refused to do anything for the damn portal. maybe watching as you die will motivate Stanford to work." his left hand goes behind his back and his left eye shifts to a deep brown.
"f-ford" i breathe out as bill brings his hand from behind his back, a large knife in his hand.
"now little slut, you put your hands on top of mine, if you obey i will make this quick." he coos as he places both hands on the knife making sure its hovering above where my heart is.
my hands shakily cover his, my heart racing, but my mind numb. bill laughs loudly and the movement in the tree line gets closer.
" oh it only pinches for a fucking minute. this is what happens when you back out of your end of the deal, you chose this little slut and now he gets to fucking die." bill growls out nearly yelling as he leans back, ready to push the blade into me at full force.
at the last moment i look into fords dark brown eye, and i feel his left hand shift.
he pushes forward full force pinning me to the wall with the knife and his body as i fill his hands turn in a half circle, twisting the knife.
i cough as the air is knocked out of me. warm blood starts soaking my hands and bills eye goes wide.
"you little-... no no sixer what the hell did you fucking do?!" bill cries out before fords right eye goes back to normal as well.
ford stumbles backwards as the figure emerges from the tree line at a running speed.
tears slide down my face as i realize what ford did. i rush forward as i catch ford. blood soaking his shirt, he coughs and pulls the knife out.
"ford...i was, going to be ok. it would have been fine if i..." sobs keep the words from coming out of my mouth.
the figure approaches. i look up from ford to see ford? "who are you?" i croak out and the figure looks down.
"shit ford, I'm sorry i wasn't here sooner." he says and ford half smiles.
his breath shallow. "see that fiddleford here gets proper help ok Stanley?" his voice barely a whisper.
"no please stay with me ford." i cry as i try to keep pressure on his wound. my hands slip, covered in his blood. his eyes flutter shut and his chest grows still.