horror au, death fic, suicide tw, Fake AH Crew, music fic, no dialogue, creepypasta maybe, loosely ah ot6
Notes:
Inspired by the song The Hanging Tree from Mockingjay (Hunger Games Series)
Warning: This is really dark.
Also on Ao3
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Ryan Haywood was missing.
It wasn't unlike the vagabond to go dark without much warning, but never for this long, and never without some form of communication eventually. He would have said something to them by now. The Crew searched tirelessly, putting all plans, heists, everything on the back burner. Finding Ryan became the only thing that mattered.
Geoff was devastated, but refused to let it show. Stoic as ever, he remained their proper leader, only dropping his mask in the lonely shadows of the night. When no one was looking.
Jack was the force behind Geoff's brave face. He kept all of them going with his undying hope. Where he found his energy, no one truly knew.
Michael put all his emotions into his rage. He was untouchable these days, anything and everything setting him off. The only time he was truly calm was when Geoff was able to get close enough to console him.
Ray, aloof as ever, didn't talk much anymore. The youngest crew member hardly slept, spending the most time searching for Ryan during the dead hours of the morning.
Then there was Gavin.
He hadn't heard Ryan's voice in months. The Brit held painfully tight to the memories of that unique and charming voice, his low laughs, the way it rose several octaves when he became excited about something impossibly geeky. It made his heart ache, longing to see their mad mercenary once more. Hear his voice...
...And then he did.
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Gavin thought he was going crazy. Unable to sleep, lying helplessly tangled in the sheets of his bedding, he heard it. Clear as a bell, as if Ryan were lying right next to him. He sat straight up and looked around frantically, desperately searching for the light switch to his lamp at his bedside. The pitch black room fills with light.
Empty.
Gavin looks down into his bed, heart hammering in his chest. The only thing in his bed was a sleeping Michael, disgruntled and swearing sleepily at him, demanding to know what the fuck he was doing and to turn off that damn light. He squeezes his own chest tightly, the strange music still ringing in his ears as he turned off the light and laid back down once again. He knew if he were to tell the red head what he hadthought he heard, he would only become angry or hurt, or possibly both and just call him names and go back to sleep. Ryan was... gone. It was still difficult to admit to himself.
The room was silent once more until the early morning light began to turn everything a pale dusty blue.
Ryan began to sing to him again, and this time he made sure to listen, staying completely still.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Gavin's heart began to beat wildly once more, confused by the eerie and haunting lyrics that were ringing out in his head, in Ryan's voice. Before he could begin to even try to decipher their meaning, a sudden and unnatural wave of exhaustion consumed him, drowning him into the unconscious world for the rest of the night.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Michael Jones was missing.
It happened that first night Gavin heard him. None of the Crew members thought anything of it. He was just out looking for Ryan. He was distracting himself with mindless violence.
But Gavin felt so uneasy. He could tell something was wrong. When he voiced this to the others, they didn't want to hear it. There's just no way anything else bad could happen to them.
But they were so wrong.
Three Days later, the Fake AH Crew began the search for two of its members.
Geoff's mask started to show its cracks.
Jack's endless supply of hope suddenly didn't seem so unlimited.
Ray stopped talking all together.
Gavin felt cold with fear.
Where dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Gavin had crawled into bed with Ray that night weeks later, soothing him and trying to get him to sleep. The younger lad was a wreck and needed to sleep. Gavin had convinced him to stay home that night, to get some much needed rest.
The brit had just been about to drift off to the peaceful sounds of Ray's even breathing when he heard him again.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Ryan's voice sang the same ghostly lyrics to him, echoing through the room, but this time they sounded different.
Michael's voice was accompanying him.
Gavin sat up, crying out into the emptiness, begging the invisible voice to just tell him what they wanted. Where had they disappeared to? To tell him how to find them and end this! His voice was hoarse, a whisper, unable to get any louder. The same force of exhaustion flooded him, pulling him back down into the bedding to sleep. Gavin's last waking thought was almost a prayer that Ray would be there when he woke in the morning.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Ray Narvaez Jr. was missing.
Gavin woke, finding his bed empty, and immediately panicking this time. He begged Geoff and Jack to listen to him, that something was wrong. The remaining two Gents once again refused to listen, brushing him off. Ray was the one who was eager to search every day for hours on end for their missing boys, but Gavin could see the uncertain and terrified glances Jack and Geoff shared before simply walking away from Gavin. They told him to get some rest and that he looked like shit. A common endearing phrase for them. When Gavin tried to insist, Geoff snapped, telling him that he was just paranoid.
It was only a day before they changed their mind.
Geoff started drinking during the day.
Jack didn't try to comfort them anymore.
Half their family was missing. No one ate or slept anymore, and when they did, they barely talked to one another. All their energy and time was put into the search. Was this an attack on their crew from a rival party? A sick joke? Their unanswered questions and failing searches were driving the last of the Fake AH Crew to madness.
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Ryan's voice sounded so beautiful with Ray and Michael's intertwining with it.
The lyrics began to follow Gavin even during his waking hours. The brit felt like he really was mad, which made him want to laugh, was this how Ryan felt all the time? Mad as a hatter, hearing voices, telling him to do the awful things he does?
Just two days after Ray's disappearance, he finally told Jack and Geoff about Ryan's ominous lullaby. How every night he heard him sing, Michael and Ray had disappeared the next day. The Gents stared at him as if he were crazy, and told him just that. They all had a round of drinks that night, and Gavin didn't resist. Maybe they were right, maybe he was crazy, or at the very least letting his devastation of losing his loved ones get to him.
Geoff insisted that he sleep in between him and Jack that night. Gavin was hesitant, afraid that he would lose them both if Ryan decided to come to him that night. Their boss simply dragged him down into the bedding, reminding him that they were still a crew, and that an order was an order. Jacks heavy breathing and weight against his side grounded Gavin enough for him to fall asleep, feeling safe.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Ryan's voice rang out, commanding and loud, as if trying to lure Gavin away. He cried, fighting the ache in his chest, apologizing into the darkness to the ghostly voices. Was this Ryan's way of punishing them? That they weren't trying hard enough to find them? It wasn't fair. They had searched high and low, every corner of the city for him, as well as the others. It was as if they all vanished without a trace.
He reached out and took both Geoff and Jack's hands, holding tight to them, hoping to keep them from following the cries of their missing crew as he was forced to sleep once more.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Jack Pattillo was missing.
This time Geoff needed no convincing. He finally listened to Gavin as he sobbed, telling him about the awful song Ryan kept singing to him. How the others had joined him. How it was only a matter of time before Jack would be singing with them. Neither one of them understood what it meant. They searched all day and night, looking through every forest, at every tree. They even tried to look up lores in Achievement City about a hanging tree. Nothing.
Geoff's mask shattered and laid in pieces at his feet. He clung to Gavin, afraid to lose his only boy.
But Gavin didn't share his sentiment.
Gavin knew Geoff would be next.
Jack's voice joined Michael and Ray's just hours after he had gone missing. Ryan's voice was louder than ever, begging Gavin to listen, trying to pull him away. The Brit resisted and stayed firmly in Geoff's arms as they endlessly scoured whatever grounds they could reach.
Wear a necklace of rope,
Side by side with me.
Neither one of them slept. They stayed entwined in each others arms, Gavin shaking horrendously. Ryan seemed to be desperate for him, the voices beginning to sound distorted with how frantic and unyielding they became whenever he heard them. Their voices filled him with ice instead of comfort like they used to. He missed them terribly. The warmth of their skin, their happy laughter, even their angry words when Gavin was being... Gavin. He wanted to run around the city without a care in the world, causing mayhem, and reminding the world they were a force to be reckoned.
It felt like those days were a lifetime ago. Gavin could feel the heaviness in his heart, his mind shattering. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Geoff passed out after downing an entire bottle of some nameless alcohol. Gavin didn't bother to read the label. He laid against the headboard of Geoff's bed, the man's head in his lap, his king sized bed feeling far too big and empty.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Gavin fought as hard as he could against whatever forces kept trying to pull him into sleep this time. He was angry. Bitter that Ryan would do this to them. He shouted with rage that would have rivaled Michael's, telling Ryan to stop. He wrapped his arms around Geoff, yelling into the void that he couldn't take him.
The Brit fought long enough to witness Geoff sit up. There was a gloss to his eyes, as if he were not entirely there. He was muttering that he had to find them. Ryan was showing him the way...
Gavin wanted to scream for Geoff to not listen, but he was finally dragged under, against his will into the twilight of his subconscious.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Geoff Ramsey was missing.
Gavin screamed as he ran through their empty penthouse, a path of destruction in his wake, his maddening grief exhausting his sanity.
The singing never stopped now. Geoff's voice was present as soon as Gavin woke.
He couldn't stay inside a moment longer.
He ran.
And ran.
And ran.
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Ryan's voice seemed to carry him far away from their beloved city.
His boys were singing, begging for him to meet them, so that they could be together again.
Gavin sobbed, his anguish all consuming, not caring anymore.
He just wanted to see his boys again.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
It was midnight when he found them.
Hanging in an old oak tree, deep in some nameless forest far far away.
Their singing had silenced. There was no sound save for the wind that gently swayed their bodies into one another, shaking the trees.
Gavin didn't even have the strength to scream or cry anymore. He collapsed to his knees before his boys, staring up at them, so alone. So afraid.
He didn't care why anymore.
He had no desire to find out what happened.
There was no point.
They were all gone and he was alone.
Ryan's voice began to sing again, soft and comforting once more, quiet and gentle as the breeze.
Gavin saw them all smile down at him, bodies full of life, warm and welcoming.
Pairing: Michael Jones/Gavin Free
Word count: 3,183
Rating:Â mature (for gore)
Summary: Everyone always thought Ryan being crazy was simply a joke, but one summer night when Ryan, Michael, Gavin and Geoff stay late at work Ryan shows that it was never just a joke.
Read:Â On AO3 or under the cut.
Michael flicked the last traces of water from his hands then wiped any excess on his pants. He left the bathroom and began to head back to the office. It was late, about three o'clock at night and only Geoff, Gavin, Ryan and himself were left.
âRun!â The desperate shout came from behind him.
Gavinâs eyes were wide and he was visibly out of breath. He grabbed Michaelâs hand and pulled him along.
âWhat the fuck Gav?â Michael questioned roughly, halting their progress.
âWe have to go!â He yelled, tears pooling at the edges of his eyes âNow, or itâs over.â He pulled at Michael again.
He jerked Gavinâs hand off his shoulder âJust tell me and then Iâll go!â
Gavinâs face scrunched up âTrust me and Iâll tell you when weâre out OK?â
Michael wasnât given a momentâs choice before he was being dragged again, he deduced they were headed for a door, the closest one he had never used. It was for emergencies after all.
As they came up to the door the lights suddenly shut off and the familiar surroundings descended into a strange unfamiliar darkness.
Gavin shoved the door to no avail, it was locked.
âFuck,â he kicked it. Hard. âWeâre fuckedâ he turned to Michael âWe have to hideâ
Michael sighed but was beginning to feel his stomach grow uneasy. âWhy?â
Gavin swallowed âRyanâs gone mental.â His lip quivered âHe flat out murdered Geoff⊠There wasnât anything I could d-do we were joking but h-he wasnât. He wasnâtâ
Geoffâs dead. Ryanâs crazy. What?.
Gavin fell back onto the wall, panting from the exercise and mental strain. âHe was laughing Michael, this crazy weird laugh and the blood⊠oh god heâs dead. And now so are weâ
âHey, hey are you-â
He stared at Michael âSure?,â he snapped âdo you think I would take a joke this far?â
He assessed the look in Gavinâs eyes and he knew this was real. âOkay. I trust you.â He said, accepting something like this was in no way easy but he did and there wasnât any time to waste. âFirst you need to calm down⊠Gav?â
Through the darkness he could see beads of sweat forming on Gavinâs brow. He was shaking and his ragged breaths hadnât eased which, by now, should have. This meant they werenât caused by exhaustion. He was having a panic attack. You couldnât blame him, after all heâd seen one of his best friends die, brutally at that.
âGavin, hey listen, you have to calm down. I know itâs hard, but if weâre going to live you need-â
Gavin looked at Michael, his eyes were wide and His mouth agape with wild gasps. This wasnât working.
Michael placed a hand either side of Gavinâs fade, eased him down and pressed his forehead against Gavinâs. âConcentrate on my eyes okay?.â He felt him nod. It was working, but slowly, he needed something with more impact to distract him. âFuck it.â Michael declared. and kissed Gavin. He deepened their kiss quickly, hoping to shock him into concentration. He held his trembling body close until his breathing died down.Michael pulled away. A sinewy line of spit glistened in the moonlight, like a fragile glass bridge connecting their mouths. âYou okay now?â
Gavin nodded. âY-yeah thanks. For thatâ
âAnytime. Weâve wasted enough time now, we have to make a plan of action, so get thinking and for now weâll head backâ
âAgreedâ
They walked slowly into the darkness, the overhead windows letting in just enough light for them to do so safely.
âHey, we should call the police.â He didnât know why he hadnât thought of this sooner. Maybe it was the flight part of fight or flight kicking in. âYou got your phone on you?â
âNo it was on my desk but I didnât think-â
âDoesnât matter. I left mine there too. It was charging.â
They sighed in unison. No-one was coming to help them.
âMichaelâ Gavin whispered âwe should go to the door outside the lunchroom itâs never lockedâ
âOkay, great where-â
A long loud scratch sounded out and seemed to reverberate through the hallway. Michael tried to swallow but found his throat dry. He almost jumped when he felt Gavinâs hand grip his. Gavin took the lead, he knew where to go after all. They were, if possible, quieter after hearing the strange sound. He heard a high pitched noise come from Gavinâs throat. Then he was pulled into an adjacent hallway. âI saw himâ he whispered faintly into Michaelâs ear. â His eyes. He was carrying the knifeâ
The knife. Not a knife. The knife. The knife that killed Geoff. He felt his heart beat faster. âWhere does this hallway lead?.â Gavin shook his head. Nowhere.
Michael peered down there was a cabinet. They had to do something. This time Michael dragged Gavin down the Hall and they sat behind the great wooden object with their legs tucked in as far as they would go.
âGaavvvv-yyyyâ Gavinâs hand clamped down on Michaelâs, he was shaking again, like his body couldnât contain the fear he was experiencing  "I know youâre out there and I know you didnât escape"
Michael knelt up and buried Gavinâs head into his chest. âDonât listen to himâ he whispered. âHe doesnât know shitâ
âHey, hey listen.â There was a long scratch. âThatâs my knife. You saw what happened to Geoff. and. You. Ran. Away.â Scraaatch, he was dragging it along the wall. It was getting closer. âHmm would you try to save Michael if I had him?, WOULD YOU!?â
For a moment there was a silence that made Michaelâs stomach churn. âI know youâre with him though, so I wonât try to trick you. But if I find you two iâm going to kill him first so you can see two if your best friends die in the same dayâ there was a laugh, it sounded like Ryanâs but it was more⊠genuinely evil âthatâll be fun⊠hey what about a deal? Hmm?â
He was almost there. The voice was coming. âGaaaviiin?,â he called âA deal!, you come out and Iâll let Michael go.â Gavin pulled away from Michael and stared at him. Michael shook his head. Hard. âHow does that sound. Limited time onlyâ
âTenâ
âNineâ
âNoâ Michael breathed into Gavinâs ear as he tried to get up. This act was an obvious trick but Gavinâs head wasnât functioning normally.
âEightâ
âSevenâ
Michael restrained Gavin with both hands. Then he opened his mouth.
âSixâ
âFiveâ
Michael pressed his mouth to Gavinâs and held him down tightly.
âFourâ
âThreeâ
Gavin stopped struggling and his body softened into the kiss. The contact was grounding him.
âTwoâ
âOneâ
âZeroâŠâ
â huhâ The voice, Ryanâs voice, was at the mouth of the hallway, he knew it. âWell done Gavin, I was lying. What a way that wouldâve been to kill you two.â He laughed that sickening laugh once again and his footsteps became softer as he headed away.âCome out, come out wherever you are!â
âSorryâ Gavin whispered as they separated. âI thoughtâŠâ
âMhmm I know, itâs okayâ Michael reassured him âLetâs get moving while heâs goneâ
The pair stood and silently made their way around the corner, clutching each otherâs sweaty hands like it was the only tether connecting them to reality.
They came upon the door and ran over to it. Gavin pushed on the handle and it clicked. But didnât open. âShitâ he tried again. âNoâ
Michael tried. âWe have to find another wayâ he concluded.
âShitâ
âItâs okay we-â
âNo, thereâs a fucking homemade alarm system on the floor!, he knows where we are!â
âWhat?â Michael couldnât believe it. Ryan couldnât be underestimated. If they made one mistake they were fucked. âCome onâ they joined hands once again âwe have to hide. And quick. If he knows weâre here heâll be here in a minuteâ
They rushed about, their eyeâs searching like children for the best hiding spot. âI knowâ Gavin exclaimed. He led Michael to the place.
It was a small space between a large metal cabinet and the wall. It wasnât perfect but they were out of time. Gavin pushed Michael in first until his back touched the wall and then squeezed himself in until he was pressed against Michael.
Ryanâs footsteps thundered past. Michaelâs heart raced. Then he reached his destination. âSo you figured it out? Hmm?. Or did you get lucky. Either way you must be close!â The voice wasnât faint by any stretch of the imagination but neither was it close. The only they had to hold onto was that they were out of his radius.
For what felt like an hour they heard him search. He taunted them every moment but they never cracked. They couldnât afford to. A reaction meant death.
âEughâŠâ His voice was closer now, maybe ten feet away. âBlood on my pants, I should rethink the mementos. Goodbye.â
This strange sentiment was followed by a wet slap. A wet slap that sounded out from right in front of them. That was followed by Gavinâs whole body tensing up. Michael strained to see what it was. It was a lump. No. Michaelâs eyes became unbearably wide. It was a hand. A familiar hand. A tattooed hand. Geoffâs hand.
He cowered behind Gavin. His hand instinctively went over Gavinâs mouth so he couldnât scream. He put the other over Gavinâs eyes. So he didnât have to see either. Gavinâs hands went up to Michaelâs, not to protest their presence there, Michael knew, but for comfort. Soon, Michaelâs hand became wet with Gavinâs silent tears.
âCome out!â The voice wasnât playful anymore it was angry. âCome on Iâm bored⊠donât you want to play?. Guess not. Are you trying to wait me out?. Wonât work. The sun will just make you easier to find. If youâre going to escape- or try to- you better do it before dawn, hey remember when we did until dawn? That was fun. We-â his voice began to fade away.
He was right. They were royally fucked if the sun came up before they got out. So far the darkness was the only reason they had gotten away.
Michael leaned up to Gavin and quietly spoke in his ear. âIs there any other way out that you know of?, anything?â
He was quiet for a time before he replied. âThereâs a window, a small one I think, in the ladies toilets, Barb told me about it before, she said it would be a perfect escape route for a bad dateâ
There was a chance that this window was only big enough for a woman of her size but it was a chance theyâd have to take.
âAlright gav, we have to gamble on it, life or death itâs our only chanceâ they shared a solemn nod.
They shuffled out of their hiding spot. Ryan wasnât in sight. They headed back the way they had come quickly and quietly. When they were out of earshot they began to sprint. Suddenly Gavin tried to stop and tripped. His arms flailed about for something to grip. He grabbed a bookcase. It came down with him. A loud crack sounded out.
âGAVIN!â Michael screamed. The air was thick with drywall dust and as it dissipated the scene became clear to Michael. Gavin was face down on the floor, one of his legs was trapped underneath the bookcase.
Gavin groaned. Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He was okay. âWhyâd you do that?â Michael asked desperately.
âThere was another alarm.â He moaned. âI was trying to avoid tripping it but⊠well, too late. Hey g- go on without me okay?, heâll be here-â
âShut up. Shut the hell up!. Who the fuck do you think you are telling me to leave you here?. Do you think I could live with myself if I did that!?. Do you?.â He yelled. There was no reply. âThatâs what I thought.â
â Now Iâm going to lift this thing and youâre gonna crawl out.â He crouched beside Gavin. âOn three.â He gripped the cold steel tightly âone. Two. Three!âŠâ
He pulled with all his strength, letting out a fierce grunt as he did so. It was unbelievably heavy. His muscles strained and burned but he managed to keep in elevated until Gavin had gotten free. It crashed loudly when he let go, the clanging metal echoed through the empty halls. Bug he was coming regardless of how much noise they made.
âItâs definitely broken.â Gavin groaned, his eyes pressed shut in pain âI donât think I can run anymoreâŠâ
Michael knew where this speech was going. He marched over to Gavin and scooped him up. âHold onto me.â He complied, his fingers warm on his shoulders.
Michael started to run. He was tired. Exhausted. His legs were on fire but so was his soul. He wasnât going to give up. It wasnât only his own life he had to save. It was Gavinâs too. And he wasnât about to let anyone die on his watch.
âFound you!â
Michael couldâve cried. The shout wasnât very close and they were nearly there. Michael made himself move faster. He was running on pure adrenaline now.
âThere it is!â Gavin exclaimed.
Michael barreled through the open door and sat Gavin on a toilet. He whipped around and locked the door. He swallowed roughly and looked to the window. It was big enough. He almost smiled.
He ripped his sleeve off. He wrapped it around his right fist. He perched on a toilet and, as hard as he could, he punched it. CRACK. The window was split in a large web. âFuckâ he cursed through gritted teeth as pain shot through his fist. He shook it then reared back again. CRACK. This time his fist went through and shattered glass littered the floor. He knocked the last few shards out.
BANG. âLet me inâ
Michael ignored this. He didnât have anymore time to be afraid. He lifted Gavin again. âPut your hands on the lip and pull as hard as you can. Iâll push you up. Now!â He shoved Gavin and he disappeared with a thud on the other side.
âIâm coming~â Ryan called. This was followed by a loud crack. âDid I mention I had a axe?.â
He glanced over at the door. There was a large hole in the middle. Through it he could see Ryan. A blood soaked, manic looking Ryan. His eyes were wide. His pupilâs were so big that his irises were gone. He was smiling from ear to ear.
âItâs you nextâ his hand came through the hole and searched for the lock.
Michael turned and scrambled up the wall. He felt the cool night breeze against his skin. Click. The door was open. The moon was bright. He was almost out. âToo bad.â He felt a sharp pain in his leg. He cried out.
âMICHAELâ Gavin wailed, he was trying so hard to stand. Trying to help.
âFuck you!, fuck you, you crazy bastardâ Michael yelled. Pulling himself further out. Michael could feel the unadulterated will to live burning and coursing through his veins. He wasnât going to die tonight.
âOh no you donât.â He felt his dirty hands on his legs. He struggled one loose and reared it. With all the energy he could muster he kicked. He felt He impact. He heard the sick crunch of a nose breaking. He heard a clank of body against porcelain. He had hit the sink. Michael slipped out. He hit the ground with a fleshy flop. The air was knocked out of him. He wheezed and coughed as he breathed.
âThank god, thank godâ Gavin mumbled, he was already crying. âI-i thought you wereâŠâ
âI think I knocked him out but itâs not over yetâ he wheezed âwe have to get out of here. â
âMichael⊠your leg!â Gavin shuffled closer. âHere give me thatâ he tugged the fabric off Michaelâs hand. He shook it out and wrapped it around the wound, which at that moment was throbbing dully.
âThanks.â Slowly, using Gavin as a crutch, Michael stood up. âHere, gimme your hand.â Michael pulled Gavin up and they leaned heavily on one another. Each using their good leg they did a strange hop-hobble-run.
âGod I wish I had a car right nowâ Gavin said wistfully.
âYou canât even drive, dipshitâ Michael countered.
Then they shared a laugh. A laugh that wouldnât occur at any other time. It was a dry, desperate laugh that clawed with vivacity at normality. But, despite everything, it was still a happy laugh.
They continued their tandem movements down the street-lamp lit roads that led up to their office. It was at least another few miles to humanity. Why did their office have to be in the back ass of nowhere?.
âHey, do you hear that?⊠Itâs an engine!, weâre saved!â Gavin said.
For a moment Michaelâs heart soared before falling once again. âGavin you canât drive, but Ryan canâ
Their eyes locked. Shit. They did their weird routine and dived into the bushes. They shuffled back until their bodies were hidden. It seemed like an eternity before the sound drew close. Through the foliage Michael recognised Ryanâs car. He squeezed Gavinâs hand and held his breath. The car cruised by, it wasnât doing more than ten miles per hour.
Once the carâs backlights had safely departed they face each other. âLooks like we canât trust cars anymoreâ Michael said softly.
They didnât come into contact with a car again until they were almost there. They hid again and were passed safely by Ryanâs car.
The pair made it over a hill and before them was a glowing yellow M. Never in his life had Michael been so glad for twenty-four hour dining. He felt tears sting the edge of his eyes. Each step was agony. The adrenaline had long since worn off but he was sure Gavin was in more pain.
The two practically fell through the double doors and stumbled to the nearest table and collapsed into the chairs. Where Gavin promptly burst into tears.
A spotty teenage cashier who looked scared out of his life said âare you guys okayâ
âWell apart from being stabbed in the leg, mentally traumatised and stalked as prey for i dunno two hours?, Iâd say iâm fineâ Michael said sarcastically. âHave you got a phone I could borrow,I have to report the guy who just tried to murder meâ
âS-sureâ he reached over the counter and handed Michael his cell. Ten minutes later they were sat in the strobing blue glow of ambulance and police lights, side by side. Hand in hand.
âYou know, if it wasnât for you Iâd be dead right now. Iâd be so deadâ Gavin said. âThank youâ
âHey, youâre the one who warned me in the first placeâ He said, stoking Gavinâs arm with his thumb.
âI guessâ
Gavinâs head fell onto Michaelâs shoulder. Michael rested his own head on Gavinâs.
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Iâm planning on doing a Fakehaus AU movie trailer for my final project on the After Effects course Iâm taking. Iâll be heavy on guns and explosions and Los Angeles being fucked up because thatâs what I have to do to but also because this is Fakehaus, they would damage the city big time. Iâm not allowed to use copyrighted footage and Funhaus videos count as such, but I can use the greenscreen pictures they gave away so Iâll find a way to work with that.
Point is, Iâm wondering if saying at the start of the video âFrom the creators of Fake AH Crew and Psychoteeth graphicsâ itâs too much? Would it made you uncomfortable? I plan on this being not only a Fakehaus awesome video but a fandom celebration, a movie trailer for the fanfictions and graphics and all of that. And also drop a Tumblr reference or something, more like a âOut now on Tumblrâ or something. But I donât wanna do it if it drops a bad feeling.
