The Final Warning pt.5
MCL boys & reader (only boys pov)
Gender: Horror, a bit of supernatural (not just a bit finally...), kind of Until Dawn AU
Warning: swearing, blood, death, gore (smoking)
Summary: What was they supposed to do when they accidentally killed there childhood friend ? They were terrified and panicked but maybe they didn’t took the good decision… Now there trapped in their worst nightmare…
Lenght: 6k
A/N: Hi guys ! Here is part 5 ! I’m so happy to see that people like my fic ! I’ll never thank you enough for that ! Even if you’re not a lot you still make me very happy ♥ I hope you’ll like this part because for now on, this will be a lot more intense :D Enjoy ! ♥♥ (btw sorry for the gif I wanted a doll but i didn’t find a good one... You’ll understand xd)
pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4
Castiel pov
Wait. That wasn't the smartest idea. But I guess we didn't had the choice. What else would we do ? Walk ? He must be kidding. Or he must be desperate because that was insane. How could we make our way through the woods in the dark. Night come quicker in the forest, even with a road, it would be stupid and dangerous. I took a seat beside Lysander, defeated. We didn't had the choice, without a car, we couldn't come back home, was had to wait until tomorrow, when the police will come back. It's not the first time we spend a night here. This one was pretty creepy tho, but we could make it.
"Where are they ?" I murmured to Lysander without even looking at him.
I saw him stared at me with confused eyes and I stared back blankly.
"Where do you keep it, you had one left right ? Is it here ?" I continued lowly.
It took him a while to figuring out what I was talking about, but he finally nodded and showed me his pocket where we could definitly see a cubic form in it.
"Can I have one ?"
"I thought you stopped." He finally spoke.
"I thought you stopped too but you're smell tells me you don't." I retorted.
"Right." He half grinned.
I stood up, followed by Lysander. We walked toward the door just to be stop harshly by Nathaniel. He looked like some crazy door guardian who would kill you if you take a step outside, or a very strict and protective dad who would do the same if his little daughter wanted to sneak out at night.
"What are you doing ?" He spat coldly.
"Just taking a breath." I said, surprised, I didn't expect him to be that harsh actually.
"Open the window then." He suggested, more like an order than a suggestion
"It's ok, we'll just be here and we'll let the door open." Lysander gestured to the door.
"I said, the window." And this time, this was clearly an order.
We both stared at him, dumbfounded until he returned to the couch. I glanced at Lysander and we shrugged before turning back to the door.
"Are we going to get out anyway ?" Lysander murmured and I nodded, unlocking as slowly as possible the front door. "You know how he is when his mad don't you ?"
"If the murderer wants to kill us, he'll not make any differences between catching us by the door or catching us through the window. He can kill deer, remember." I almost spat.
Wasn't it true ? A man... No, a thing that could hang a deer on a tree could easily catch two grown man by an open window. I open the door an took a few step outside, taking a deep breath. Lysander handed me a little white stick and I took it with a slight nod. I put it between my lips and lean closer to Lysander for him to light up my cigarette. I closed my eyes as the smoke filled my lungs. It had been so long since I didn't smoke that I almost forgot what it felt like.
"What do you think it is ?" Lysander asked after a long silence.
I exhale the smoke, eyes locked on the burned car. "I don't know."
"It should be terrifying."
I shrugged, I actually didn't know since I didn't see the deer or anything, but the atmosphere was strange and it seemed to drive the boys crazy. Especially Lukas but well, I guess it's not that surprising, it had been a year but he never moved on. He changed so much after that day. I can understand but I missed his old self. Everyone missed his old self. He was so lifless and cold, he was distant with everyone. He was no longer the cheerful Lukas we knew and I'm afraid that he'll never recover completly.
I finally took a glance at Lysander who had his eyes glued to the tall trees all around us. He was playing with his lighter, the small flame appearing and disapearing as his thumb flicked the little button. I stared at it for a while before something hits me. I frown and stared at the car before us. Something was off with that. I stared back at the lighter and took it from Lysander's hand, bringing him out of his thoughts. I raised my hand and lighten the lighter. I brought it just before my head and closed an eye, superimposing both the flame and the car. And then I understood what was wrong.
"Why is the car like that ?" I said but Lysander just stared at me with utter confusion and I stared back at him. "Why isn't it in fire anymore ? Or at least smoking ?"
But before he could answer, I walked toward the car to touch it. It was cold, as if there never had any fire. However, the car was clearly burned and it didn't explode so far ago, it was impossible that it turned cold that fast.
"It's cold." I told to Lysander who didn't seem to understand.
"And so what ? The weather is cold tonight, it's not that surprising." He said, bringing his cigarette back to his mouth.
"No... no there's something else..." I mumbled, looking back at the car.
Now Lysander was looking at me as if I was some kind of paranoiac. I should actually look like one seeing the way I was eyeing the car.
"It's a dry cold. It didn't rain in days, the air is quite dry and there was some wind after the explosion."
"And oxygen feed fire." Lysander continued, finally getting what I was trying to say.
"And where are we ?"
"In a forest. Plus the gasoline it should still be on fire."
"Or at least smoking"
Lysander got closer and touched the car as well. "It's freezing." He said in disbelief.
"And no trace of water or anything that could shut off the fire."
"What is happenning here ?" Lysander asked, running a hand through his hair.
I was turning around the car examining it causiosly when I suddenly stopped. "And it's not over." I said, taking a few steps backward as Lysander rushed by my side, freezing at the sight.
"What the fuck is that ?" He asked, a deep frown on his face.
I shrugged, reading an other time the clear letters let by the flames on the side of the car.
"This is your final warning." Lysander uttered at the same time. "What does it mean ? How does it ended here ? Who did it ?"
"I don't have a fucking clue." I hissed, my fist balled and my teeth gritted. "But now we know one thing. We're definitly not alone."
Alexy pov
My mind was absolutly blank. I couldn't think about anything, the only thing I had in mind was her swollen face just before me, her gaze piercing my bones, piercing my soul. I told it to Nathaniel in the bathroom. I told him about the arrows, about the broken legs, the glassy eyes and the split throat. And I told him I saw her. I still remember the way he looked at me. It was a mixture of sadness and pity, he looked at me as if I was crazy, as if I was hallucinating. I wasn't hallucinating. I knew it was real, I knew it was true. But no one would believe so I didn't say anything else, shutting my mouth and following the orders I was given, mostly in the aim of making me feel better.
Nathaniel helped me a lot, I couldn't deny it. I almost died in fear because of him but he helped me more than anyone else. Be able to breath properly was very helpful too, I wasn't hyperventilating anymore and it was a good thing since I felt like I was about to black out everytime it happenned. But still, I wasn't ready, I was completly in shock and I didn't want the guys to look at me as everyone looked at Lukas. The same look Nath gave me earlier. I truly felt like a crazy man from an asylyum or something.
I stared at my glass while everyone was arguing rather to stay or leave. I agreed with Kentin, we should leav now, we shouldn't wait or we'll all end up like Louis, gone in the middle of the night without anyone to look after us. But walk in the woods by night, I had to admit myself that it was kinda crazy. How many time did we did that Kentin and I and just get ourselves lost. The woods change by night, the nature lives and tricks us. And still, everytime we get to the end of the reserve, we stayed for hours sat sometimes in the middle of the road without any single car passing by. I clearly remembered how creepy those hang outs were by the way, so I don't even dare to imagine what it would like in such atmosphere.
I lift my head when my name was prononced and soon after, Armin lead me upstairs, leaving the boys behind. I didn't complained and followed him whitout a world, as always since I returned in the cottage. We went in my room and I sat on my bed, eyes still glassy.
"Alexy..." Armin called as he took a seat beside me. "What you said in the woods... That she had returned..." He paused, fidgeting with his finger, head low. Than he looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes, the same fear I felt at that exact moment. "I heard her."
I was staring at him but what he said lighten my eyes with a glimmer of curiousity. Armin pursed his lips, eyebrows frown as he continued fidgeting with his finger. "Through the radio, in the attic. Castiel told me it wasn't her but I heard her voice clearly. She... She was saying 'Do you remember what you've done ?' and after that, the radio died. Do you think all of this is real ? That she's not dead ? That she wants to get revange ?"
I looked at him intently, balancing rather I should tell him or not. He said that he heard her, he couldn't deny now. But maybe it was too much. Is she still alive ? Did she survive after all ? She had all the reasons in the world to hate us but I know she's not evil. Maybe she do wants to take her revange, maybe she just want to scare us. She had always be extremly creative, it wouldn't be surprising coming from her. So much details, everything should've been perfect with her, she saw the world with her very own eyes and that's what made her different. That is why we put her aside during our whole childhood.
"Maybe they're right. We should get some rest." I said with a weak and raspy voice as I lied down on my bed, turning my back to Armin.
I didn't wanted to hear about it anymore, I wanted to sleep. If you were alive, then we might still find a way to convince you to forgive us and come back home all together. Even if, deep inside myself, I knew it wasn't that. I felt Armin sighed deeply and getting up of the bed.
"Take a nap, I'll be back in a minute." He said before walking away.
His footsteps filled the quite room before he shut the door behind him and vanished in the corridor, letting me alone in my bedroom, all dressed up on the corner of my bed, curl in a ball.
I staied like this for a while, hoping that Armin would return soon. I wasn't actually quiet serene all alone so I staied as I was, my head hidden on my knees, avoiding to see around me until I hear the door open, but it never did. The door never opened so I decided to get up and change in more casual clothes. Armin was propably taking a shower or something so I decided to sleep for a while. I didn't know if I would be able to close my eyes after what I saw, but it worth a try. I went to my bathroom and clean myself up. It was so uncomfortable. I didn't like the atmosphere in my room, I didn't want to be lonely and I thought more than once to go to Armin's bedroom just to feel his presence. I was like isolated from the world here.
I genuinly avoided to look at myself in the mirror, with all the horror movies we watched here, I wasn't able to look in a mirror in a middle of the night, especially when I was alone. And tonight more than ever. My eyes were glued to the sink as I was slowly washing my teeth. My heart started to fasten as I imagine her again. I was afraid that, if I looked up, I would see her behind me through the mirror. I was afraid to see her cold and hateful glare. I was afraid but I wanted to see, so I slowly, very slowly, looked up but I was only welcomed by frantic eyes and sweaty skin. There was just me, no one else. I exahle as slowly as before, then I decided to quicken my pace and go to bed as fast as possible. I washed the toothpaste from my mouth and ran out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
The light of my bedroom where still on so I turn on my bedside lamp to keep some clarity and I walked toward the door to turn off the other lights. What I didn't suspect was that all the bulbs exploded just when my hand was about to touch the switch which made me almost jump to the ceiling, gasping loudly as I stuck my back to the wall. I breathed franticaly, looking around like crazy trying to size to the sudden darkness. Hopefully, the moon gave a slight light, enough to accentuate every forms. I staid frozen, trying to find out any suspect silhouette but their was nothing. Not even a single sound.
I calmed down a bit after realizing that I was perfectly alone and I slowly reached out my hand for the doorknob. I was still terrified and I didn't want to spend an other second alone. I grabbed it, taking care not to make any single sound and turned it. I turned it cautiously until it blocked but the door didn't open, no matter how hard I pulled. I stared at the door and turned toward it. I tried several times to open the door, each time harder, shaking it violently and even kicking it but nothing.
"Armin !" I screamed out, banging on the wooden material. "Armin ! Armin !" I called and called again, louder and louder but he never came.
I suddenly felt dizzy because of the hyperventilation. I was breathing so hard that my lungs refused to carry anymore oxygene, making me panick even more. Was it a panick attack ? It felt exactly alike. I leaned my back on the door and fell on my butt, trying to breath but my vision started to blur. I looked around hastily, not knowing what was happening to my eyes, but then my vision came back, from an eye first, then the other, and that's when I understood that what was blurring my sight was nothing else but my own tears now streaming down my face.
"Armin..." I managed to call one last time, totally hopless, and my sobs filled the silent room.
Did he just... locked me in ? Did he really locked me in ? Was he ignoring me ? Were they all ignoring me ? I wrapped my legs in my arms and started to cry, head hid in my knees. I didn't even heard him lock the door. How could he had done that ? Didn't he trust me ? I wouldn't have gone anywhere so why ?
It was a mess, this whole situation was a mess and all this because Lukas, who was a total mess as well, decided to come back. Everybody knew that it was a terrible idea but we still did it. And now I will probable suffocate to death either because I was totally unable to calm myself down or because I'll use all the oxygene of this room.
I didn't know how many time I staid in that position, crying, but I felt a slight breeze gently brush my hair, making me lift my head. I looked at the window but it was closed. I just stared with puffy eyes and a defeated expression. I felt like they abandoned me and I didn't know why. I sighed deeply and I wiped my tears with both of my hands.
I wanted to get up and go to bed, hoping that tomorrow, everything would've been fixed but when I lower my gaze, something made me froze. Something that wasn't supposed to be here. I frowned and approach the thing hesitatly, not knowing how to react about it. It was a doll. An old doll with a beautiful dress, the kind of creepy doll that's stare follow you wherever you were. I wanted to touch it, take it and examine it but something else catched my eyes again and this time, it was definitly not a doll. I looked up and suddenly, everything connected in my brain.
"It's you right ? You did this." I said with a shaky voice.
My friends didn't abandon me, they didn't lock me in in the dark. It was something far more than that, something so much more terrifying. A tear escaped my eye again as I finally understood what was happenning here and I had to say that it wasn't pleasant at all.
Armin pov
I wished I would never follow Castiel in the attic. Seriously, first, this place always freaked me out even since I'm a little kid, second, there was Candy's voice playing on the radio and third, there're a lot of things here that all wanted to forget. I staied still a bit when Castiel left, assuring me that it wasn't her voice but we both perfectly know it was. How couldn't we reconize her ?
My eyes was glued to the ground. What if Alexy was right since the beginning ? Ghosts didn't exist but why did we heard a dead girl's voice ?
I lift my head and I met glimmering eyes, making my heart skip a beat. I sighed in relief when I realize it was just a doll. It was Candy's, she loved it. Nobody did but she loved it. Everyone kept telling her that it was a creepy doll and that it would wake up and kill her in her sleep but she never listen to us. I remember her talking to the doll one day. I overheard her through the crack of her door in this same house. She was saying to the doll the 'she' would never leave her and that 'she' was her only friend. I first though she was crazy but I never forget the feeling inside my guts. I didn't understood what it was when I was a kid but now I knew. It was guilt.
I stared at the doll, my heart filled with sadness and guilt. We never paid attention how much you suffered from our bullying. Even at school, we had made sure you had no friends. And still, you had always kept your composure. I never saw a single tear escaping from your eyes. Even when we were very young and you looked at us with shimmering eyes, nothing would fall from them. I always thought you had no feeling actually. You never smiled, never cryed, and when anger was clearly readable on your face, you never let it out. I thought you felt nothing so it was ok to tease you a bit.
It was ok until that day. The first year of high school, when your mother called mine completly distraught. When she told my mom you tried to put an end at that. When you tried to put an end at your own life. I remember the look of horror and disgust when my mom layed her eyes on me. She was ashamed. She was ashamed one of her best friend almost lost her daughter because of her very own son.
"See what you've done ? Are you satisfied now ?" That's what my mother told me with a shaky voice.
It actually shook the hell out of me knowing that you almost killed yourself. Even in highschool I still had this naive part of myself that was certain you couldn't feel anything, making it easier to bully you. But when I heard that, I realize that you were just as human as us and that an insult can cause the same damages as any of us. Maybe it would cause even more demages than any of us. And you were at the hospital because of that, because of us. We had visited you just once before our mothers told us it would be better if we didn't come again. And that's how you left our lives for almost three years.
You left like a cannonball letting us all the shame and the guilt we deserved. We weren't even allowed to tell you goodbye before you left for Chicago and I perfectly understood why. I actually wouldn't know how to act if I had to face you after that. But at least, we all openned our eyes and thought twice at what we did to you and we all agreed to be better with you when you would came back. If at least you did. And when you did, you were completly changed, you were an other person an you accepted us without thinking twice. You accepted our excuses and did as if nothing had happenned and it stunned me as hell. I thought you would never forgive us but you did. It was the most kind, courageous and generous thing I ever saw in my entire life time. And now we screw everything up... again.
I didn't stayed that long in the attic and quickly jog beside Castiel to catch him up and head downstairs. I stop few meters behind him, listening silently with my eyes glued to the ground. I glance at Castiel when he talked about the dead readio and the man we barely heard. I started to play with my finger as I slowly grew anxious for some reason. Why didn't he talk about Candy's voice ? I glanced at him few times, I wanted to nudge his shirt and tell him to talk about that, but if Castiel did not do it, it's because there is a reason, so I staied quiet.I waited until Nath called my name.
"Armin, go get Alexy to bed and get some rest too, it's useless to stay up now." Nathaniel told me, walking toward the couch.
I nodded slowly and went in the kitchen to lead Alexy to his room. He still quiet like a dead man, not a single word, not even a glance toward me. I felt sad for him. First Lukas, now Alexy. I couldn't bear to see my friends and brother, usually so cheerful and bright, be so turned down. We enter the room and I look at Alexy taking a seat on his bed. He really look like a robot with no emotion on his face and glassy eyes. I chew on my lower lip, not knowing what to do exactly.
"Alexy..." I finally called back, taking a seat beside him.
I was anxious so I started to play with my finger, eyes glued on it. Should I really tell him about that ? About what we heard ? He might be the only one to believe me though. But he already suffered enough, I don't know f it was a good thing to tell him. But still, I needed to talk about it. What if it was some kind of warning ? What if I don't tell them and something bad happened. I know I was overreacted but still.
I wanted to tell him, I needed to tell him so I get on. I explained what I heard in the attic. I was so anxious. It was so strange to utterd this. In a way, I still couldn't believed it. I saw Alexy's stare change as I was talking and I really thought he would believe me. I hoped he would. He was the only one who would. I couldn't help but speak with a shaky voice, I was so afraid but I forced myself to continue, to tell him everything, or at least the more important. I was expecting him to answer me, to, at least, talk about it. Maybe I over estimated him.
I lifted my head again when I heard no reaction. The stare he was giving me shiver. What was he thinking about ? Did he really believed me ? I looked at him with concern but I wasn't able to handle his stare anymore. It was... strange. I know he was thinking hardly, he put this blank expression when he's concentrate but this time, it freaked me out. I don't know if it's because of Candy and the incident, but he scared me. It made me feel even more anxious and I stared to regret telling him all that.
"Maybe they're right. We should get some rest." He said and lied down on the bed.
My eyes widen as I snap my head to watch his back. What ? That's it ? No ! Why ? I just open up to him ! I just admited that I believed him ! Why is he acting like that ? Did he intempt to give up that easily ? Did he still believe what he told us in the woods ? Or did Nathaniel just wash it out of his brain ? Well it's not a bad thing, I understood that he just wanted to forget about it and just sleep but I needed him. I needed to talk to him. I knew no one else would've believe me... as no one believed him.
I sighed deeply and get up of the bed. I didn't wanted to bother him any longer. He was probably tired and talk about it would just get everything worst.
"Take a nap, I'll be back in a minute." I said and then walk away, closing the door behind me.
Maybe it was better for him to sleep for a while. He was completly traumatized and I couldn't blame him for trying to forget. I walk to my room that wasn't quiet far from his and I crashed on my bed to scream on my pillow. It was so frustrating. Why is this happening to us ? Why is this so confusing ? We should've never come back here. Why us ? Nathaniel's mother could've come instead or even his sister. But it had to be us. The same seven person who killed their friend just a mere year ago in this same damn house.
Or at least, almost killed.
I opened my eyes at the thought. Was she alive ? Was she really alive ? I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling. She was alive and we left her for dead. We threw her in the water and just left, doing as if nothing had ever happen. I felt sick, I was disgusted, by myself, by all of us. We had abandonned her for the second time after she gave us her forgiveness. I felt nauseous just at the thought of her livid body lying on the ground, the blood, the silence. It was a nightmare.
I felt something slowly tickeling my temple and reached out my hand to touch it. My own tears. I let out a loud sob and I started to cry harder, louder, covering my eyes with my hands. After a year, why couldn't I get through it ? Not a single minute passed without thinking about what we have done. I tried my best to smile and stay cheerful, hoping that it could help Lukas.
'He'll never get any better if I get depressed as well' I always repeated to myself. 'He'll never get through it if you're not able to cheer him up.' so I tried my best. Not even for Lukas, for my parents too, for my brothers, my friends, those who loved me. I didn't wanted to see them sad or worry about me, so I held back my tears and smiled.
I tried to fool them all and it worked. They knew it was hard, but they thought I still had hope, I still believed they would find her. But actually it was eating me alive. Every time I saw her parents or her sister, I just wanted to burst in tears, told them everything. I wanted them to blame us, to hate us after what we did to their daughter. I couldn't handle their soothing words and soft gazes. I wanted them to hate me.
But none of that ever happened because Castiel's words always reminded me to shut my mouth. He told me not to say anything to just come to them if I needed. I hated how he had this ability to see right through me, to see every little signs of break down. But he still kept me up, he helped me keep my composure. Was it a good thing ? I don't know but was it important now ? We were already monsters.
I cried every single tears I held up for an entire year. I couldn't even stop the tears from falling. But at the end, I just stared at the ceiling, my eyes swallen and my head bumping hardly. Maybe I was turning like Alexy, some kind of zombie unable to think or even talk, eyes glassy and skin deadly pale. I get up and headed to the bathroom, undressing on my way to get in the shower whitout stoping my track.
I let the hot water running on my skin for what felt like hours, eyes closed as I tried to shut down my mind. No more thoughts. I had to be strong for everyone's sake. I didn't wanted to be a burden and I will not. I turned down the water and I wrapped a towel around my waist. I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes were stil swollen and red but at least I wasn't that pale. Thank to the very hot water. I took a deep breath and smiled. But it faded away as I noticed how pathetic I looked like. Who will I fool like this ? My featured slowly harded and I hit the sink out of anger. Why wasn't I strong enough to handle that ? My friends needed me and I couldn't help them. I groaned lowly as I crouch down out of frustration.
I staid like that for a few seconds, watching the droplets fall from my hair and crached on the floor. I sighed deeply and decided to dress up before drying my hair with the hair dryer. What should I do now ?
"Armin !"
I snapped my head up at the voice. I looked in the mirror and my eyes widen at the sight. I though I was dreaming so I blink hardly but nothing change so I turn around in a jump and my eyes widen even more if it was possible. How...? I started shaking hardly as she stared at me with a questionable look. She was here. She was in front of me, fully alive. I run to her and wrap my arms around her. I could touch her, feel her warm and soft skin, hear her heartbeats. Candy...
"You're here... You're alive !" I sobbed out loud and I heard her chuckle as she pat my back. It feels so good to see her, it was unbelievable.
"Yeah in bones and flesh." She chuckled. "Yah what's wrong cricket ?"
I broke the hug and stared at her, frowning. What is wrong ? Was she really asking what was wrong ? Did she lost her memory ? It could be possible after a shock like that. I smiled at her and hugged her again.
"Nothing. I'm just happy you're here." It was so good to see her again. I would never thought I would be so happy to hear this cringy nickname she gave me.
"Gosh you're so lovey-dovey sometimes. Anyway Alex's calling you." I broke the hug again with a questionnable look. "He needs you don't you heard him ?" I shook my head and her soft gaze slowly turned darker making me step back. "He called you but you didn't came. Why didn't you came when he needed you ? What would the other think if something happened to him ?" Now her gaze was blood freezing. It wasn't her, it was just my crazy mind. "Would you be able to handle that stare again ?" I remember the stare my mother gave me when she learnd about Candy's attempt and I froze.
No. No it wasn't her. The dryer, which was still turn on, crashed on the floor, snapping me back to reality and I rush past her out of my room. I slamed Alexy's door open just to be greeted by the total darkness. My heart was beating like crazy as I tried to size my eyes to the dark.
"Alexy...?" I causiouly called. "Alex are you here ?"
I heard a soft shift and a little groan, making me sigh in relief. He was here. I took a step in to grab the doorknob and close the door but a strange noise catch my attention. Did I just step in... water ? What did he do in there ? Did he forgot to turn off the tap ? Did he...? I quickly turned the light on and as I turn my gaze back in front of me my heart stop for what seem a whole minute. I frantically stepped back, my eyes widen with horror. I stumble and fall on my butt, my head bumping on the wall behind me. But it was nothing for the moment. Tears stared to run widly on my cheeks and all I could do was a deep and agonizing scream.
