Shattered: A Pre-Post Mortem Faerytale
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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1,195
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2
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06 Part 5
PART 5
At lunch, Brandon was still in the band room, and nothing anyone said could persuade him to leave. Justin was in fourth hour, AP Literature, and hadn’t made his way to the band room yet. Elissa Ferguson and Janee Rus, however, had.
“Aw, wittle baby, such a wittle baby!” Janee crooned, and Brandon cringed against the lockers, clutching his trumpet. Elissa grinned, and Janee smiled cruelly. “Poor wittle baby, missing his momma. Do you miss your momma, wittle baby?”
“I’m glad McGee’s fucking dead, man,” Elissa snapped. “I was sick of that bitch. I bet it was awful, too, huh, Baby?”
“D-d-d-don’t call me that,” Brandon whispered. Elissa grabbed his wrist, squeezing, and he cried out in pain.
“Don’t give me orders, Baby.” She squeezed again, feeling the bones grind, and Brandon began to cry. “I bet it was horrible. Did she die instantly? I bet not. I bet Justin cried like a fucking baby, too. Did he cry? Like a little bitch? Over McGee’s fucking dead body? Or did he fuck her corpse right there on the driveway?”
“Shut up!” Brandon cried, trying to jerk away, but Elissa’s fingers dug into the tender, raw flesh of Brandon’s wrists and he couldn’t find it in himself to pull hard enough to break free. “Shut up, shut up!”
“How much blood was there?” Janee asked excitedly, grinning like a sadist. “Tell me, Brandon. Was it all over Justin, her blood? I heard her neck snapped. Is that true? Oh, please, tell me, tell me!”
“NO!” Brandon screamed, as the images of Sara’s cold body ripped open his mind and shredded his heart to raw, pulped meat. “JUSTIN! JUSTIN!”
“Get the fuck away from him.”
Janee and Elissa dropped Brandon’s arms and spun around to see Justin Peters in the doorway to the band room, dead white, his entire body shaking, livid as hell fire on Judgment Day. Both girls gasped, and their hands went to their throats.
“Get away from my brother, and get the fuck out.” They slowly walked to the door, skirting around Justin as far as they could, and bolted down the hallway as Justin rushed to Brandon’s side and caught him as he collapsed in a sobbing heap, whispering, “No, no, no, no,” over and over again in his big brother’s ear as Justin’s tears slipped out silently, one by one, and he rocked Brandon and rubbed his back, heart breaking.
At lunch, Brandon was still in the band room, and nothing anyone said could persuade him to leave. Justin was in fourth hour, AP Literature, and hadn’t made his way to the band room yet. Elissa Ferguson and Janee Rus, however, had.
“Aw, wittle baby, such a wittle baby!” Janee crooned, and Brandon cringed against the lockers, clutching his trumpet. Elissa grinned, and Janee smiled cruelly. “Poor wittle baby, missing his momma. Do you miss your momma, wittle baby?”
“I’m glad McGee’s fucking dead, man,” Elissa snapped. “I was sick of that bitch. I bet it was awful, too, huh, Baby?”
“D-d-d-don’t call me that,” Brandon whispered. Elissa grabbed his wrist, squeezing, and he cried out in pain.
“Don’t give me orders, Baby.” She squeezed again, feeling the bones grind, and Brandon began to cry. “I bet it was horrible. Did she die instantly? I bet not. I bet Justin cried like a fucking baby, too. Did he cry? Like a little bitch? Over McGee’s fucking dead body? Or did he fuck her corpse right there on the driveway?”
“Shut up!” Brandon cried, trying to jerk away, but Elissa’s fingers dug into the tender, raw flesh of Brandon’s wrists and he couldn’t find it in himself to pull hard enough to break free. “Shut up, shut up!”
“How much blood was there?” Janee asked excitedly, grinning like a sadist. “Tell me, Brandon. Was it all over Justin, her blood? I heard her neck snapped. Is that true? Oh, please, tell me, tell me!”
“NO!” Brandon screamed, as the images of Sara’s cold body ripped open his mind and shredded his heart to raw, pulped meat. “JUSTIN! JUSTIN!”
“Get the fuck away from him.”
Janee and Elissa dropped Brandon’s arms and spun around to see Justin Peters in the doorway to the band room, dead white, his entire body shaking, livid as hell fire on Judgment Day. Both girls gasped, and their hands went to their throats.
“Get away from my brother, and get the fuck out.” They slowly walked to the door, skirting around Justin as far as they could, and bolted down the hallway as Justin rushed to Brandon’s side and caught him as he collapsed in a sobbing heap, whispering, “No, no, no, no,” over and over again in his big brother’s ear as Justin’s tears slipped out silently, one by one, and he rocked Brandon and rubbed his back, heart breaking.