#your murder

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Your murder - part 1

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of death and kidnapping, use of y/n. Main masterlist

Part 2

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Your murder - part 2

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of kidnapping, mention of cheating

Main masterlist - Part 1

Part 3

Taglist ; @chalahyung01, @mirellef2001

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Your murder - part 4

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; none

main masterlist - part 3

The Pogues just arrived to the lighthouse, the solution of the enigma. John B was the first one to walk in, thinking he was finally able to find his girlfriend. The other three followed closely, their eyes scanning everything.

Once at the top, after looking everywhere, the boy's heart broke when he didn't find his girlfriend. When Pope found the answer before noon, just like needed, John B was sure to have his girl, his love, back. ''Nothing'', he murmured.

That was until Kiara found something, a piece of paper sitting on the ground. She grabbed it, calling for the guys to come see. Once it was read outloud, JJ let out a big sigh.

''Right, another enigma. We got a fan of enigma.''

Taglist ; @chalahyung01, @mirellef2001, @voidangxls

Part 5

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Your murder - part 3

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning : mention of kidnapping,

Main masterlist - part 2

part 4

Taglist ; @chalahyung01, @mirellef2001, @voidangxls

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Your murder - part 10

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of stabbing and injuries.

main masterlist - part 9

The light of the phone illuminated your face, then nothing. It went from texting your boyfriend to a full black screen. 

Your hopes had been back for just a few seconds, texting John B but barely having time to give him any information. He knew nothing. He couldn’t help you that way, and suddenly you were back at where you were two minutes ago ; at a loss of hope. 

Your distress was short-lived as footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by a door opening. Just before it closed, you used the bit of force you had to bury yourself in the corner of the room, dark and scary. You weren’t sure it was the best thing to do but you hid the now-dead phone in your bra. You were sure she wouldn’t see it there. 

Knees found your chest, arms going around them as she came into view, the person who had kept you there for so long now, away from everyone you loved. In her hand, a tray with a plate of food, well if you could call it that. It was just bread and an apple, but at least it was something. When it was put on the floor, you were fast to grab the bottle of water, drinking almost half of it already.

“We’re moving.” The words caught you off guard, you froze mid-sip, lowering the bottle with trembling hands. Moving? Where? When? How? Maybe that was your chance of escaping, finally after all that time looking for a way out.

 “We’ll be away by tomorrow night, leaving the Outer Banks for good.” And without one more word or look at you, she left. You looked at the tray, thinking. Tomorrow night. You had no way to know the time, but considering you’ve just been fed, you could guess it was around noon, meaning you had around 31 hours. That probably was enough to come up with a plan, right ?

A few weeks ago, you had kept a fork from a tray without her noticing. Ever since then, it has been hidden under your disgusting excuse for a bed. You could grab it, let her lead you out and once it felt the best time, stabbing her ? Not in a way to badly hurt her, obviously. Just a way to hurt her bad enough to scream and let go of you for just a second. That’s all you needed. 

Going around, walking with a missing girl was clearly stupid. She wasn’t stupid. There would probably be a truck there, those scary white trucks that scream kidnapping, and probably a driver too. You knew she wasn’t alone up there, even though you never saw anyone other than her. If you were stabbing her at the right moment, that shouldn’t be a problem. You would just have to wait a moment their focus was elsewhere and act. 

The hardest point was probably how weak you were. Some bread and fruit wasn’t enough for a teenage girl to have energy. For anybody to have energy, at least. Since day one, you had enough food to survive but clearly not for more. You weren’t sure you were even able to stand, but after all there is a survival instinct, right ? Right ?

So many things could go wrong ; what if you didn’t have enough strength to run away or stab her ? What if she was seeing the knife ? What if the people there had guns ? Nothing scared you more than guns. Well, except that time your sister put a spider on your pillow. That was worse.

You thought back about your plan, if you could call it that. It was as terrible as JJ's usual plans, and that made you scoff. After all the time you made fun of him for his plans, you couldn’t do that bad. Clearly not right now. So you thought about it, imagined it. You would step out of here, her hand holding your arm firmly. The fork would be hidden in your sleeve, hoping she wouldn’t find it and then BAM, in her arm. Or maybe in the leg, if your own arm felt too weak to raise. After that, you just had to run and hope. You were so used to leaving your house, going on hunts with the Pogues, you knew everything about the Outer Banks.

The Pogues, how you missed them. You would give anything to be with them, sharing a beer around a campfire. Maybe you would start a truth or dare, asking spicy questions about the most private subjects. And they would answer, asking you even more private questions to which you would laugh. Because that's how you were, sharing everything; The Pogues were your family and, even when your hope was running on empty, you knew they were there, fighting for you. Because that’s what families do.

For the moment, you just had to lie down, thinking again and again about the day coming. You could do it, you will get out of here.

Notes ; I LOVED writing this one. I'm really excited for the two newt chapter...

Taglist ; @chalahyung01, @mirellef2001, @voidangxls, @angvl3tears, @kieeslove

part 11

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Your murder - part 6

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of kidnapping, insults, [let me know if I forgot anything]

While John B left to the police station once more, Kiara made her way to your old's house. The front door had been repained since then, hiding all stains of dirt, from the time you used to jump into mud puddle. The flowers you were taking care of, the one that used to be well aligned and taken care of on your front yard, were now all fanned. It was obvious nobody had look after them for a while, probably ever since your disappearance.

Kie knocked on the door, a soft 'thumb' letting whoever was there knew her presence. The door opened on Mr. Martin, your father. He had dark circles under his eyes, themself showing his sadness. Suddenly, the girl felt bad being here. That man lost his daughter and here she was, coming to ask him questions about his ex-wife.

"Uhm, hello Sir.", she started, voice soft and unsure. "I don't know if you remember me, I'm Kiara Carrera."

And obviously, he remembered her. From the amount of time she came here to sleep over, helping with the food and taking care of the youngest daughter, Annabelle. Kiara was his friend's daughter he liked the more, probably because of her well-behavior. So the man nodded.

"Of course I remember.", there was a slight pause, just staring at eachother. "I presume you want to come in ?"

And that was it, they were sitting on the red sofa. For as long as they had knew each other, the sofa had never changed. The stain from the coffee (y/n) spilled still there. Kiara was sipping a glass of water, eyes fixed on a picture of her bestfriend with her sister.

"..So, my apologize for coming here but.." The girl thought of her next words, having to choose them carefully. One wrong word and their chances could be ruined. "Me and- Me and one of (y/n)'s friend, Camella, decided to try and work ourselves of what happened. So I would know if..You would like to answer a few questions, maybe ?"

Mr. Martin didn't answer right away, the man taking in her expression. Suddenly, she felt like she shouldn't have used Camella, a girl who (y/n) stopped talking to months ago. But she couldn't talk about the Pogues, otherwise she definitely would be kick out.

The older let out a sigh, hand rubbing his forehead. "..Fine, go ahead."

Kiara had to fight to not let a big smile spread across her face, hiding it by drinking. "I don't have a lot to ask, I promise. My first question is, was her mother in town the day or week she diseappered ?"

The question caught him out of guard, eyebrown raising as he thought. "Yes, from what I know. She atleast was there the days following but didn't stay long. You know she doesn't really like my sweetpie."

Sweetpie, the nickname he always used to talk about (y/n). It felt weird to hear it again after so long, flashback of when she used to still be there running though the girl's head. A soft smile met her face before she nodded.

"Alright and, uh..Who do you think did it ?"

A heavy silence took place, the man not answering. Kiara's heartbeat increased, throat turning dry. She drank again, her free hand playing with her skin. The man's answer could either change everything, or be useless.

"A pervy weirdo."

And that was useless, definitely wouldn't bring them anywhere. But Kiara nodded, pretending it was a big step for her. "Yes, probably..We never know who we can trust."

Main masterlist - part 5

Notes ; I didn't know I had a ten image limit ?? So cutting this one in two part then.

Taglist ; @chalahyung01, @mirellef2001, @voidangxls, @angvl3tears, @kieeslove

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Your murder - part 7

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of kidnapping,slight mention of abuse (JJ's dad), mention of dead. [let me know if I forgot anything]

Main masterlist - part 6

September 18, 3:36 p.m.

The atmosphere was heavy, thick with unspoken words. John B’s leg was bouncing, a clear sign of his anxiousness. Dread settled in his chest the moment he stepped into the police station. He was worried, knowing Shoupe wouldn’t like what he had to say. He had lied, hid really important evidence only so he could work on it himself. His action might have ruined everything for him, maybe even caused damage to the girl he loved. 

Today he had to say the whole truth.

The room was white, only decorated with a table and two chairs. The two-way mirror was situated on the wall on the left, showing John B to whoever was behind it, staring. Shoupe walked in, holding a small folder with all the information about her disappearance. “John B.”

The sheriff took a seat, opening the folder and reading a few of the papers, papers he already read thousands of times, only to try and understand what happened. “I was told you wanted to show me something about (y/n) ?”

John B nodded, looking down. He felt his heartbeat increase, suddenly the fear of what he could learn today becoming stronger. The teenager let out a loud sigh, grabbing his phone. “I lied to you.” he stared at his screen, contemplating his next words. 

“I…I received messages from her. It’s been a little while now.” Shoupe’s breath stopped, the words sinking in. He had lied. For months, Shoupe had worked hard to try and find who had kidnapped this girl, only to go and tell her family she had died. It was a lie. He lied to the whole city because he wasn’t good enough to go and find the person who did this. 

He handed Shoupe the phone, the screen showing a conversation with ‘baby ❤’. The nickname twisted something in his gut. It used to mean something sweet, used to belong to her. It now was nobody, just some monster thinking it was fun to play with him and the pogues, doing god knows what to his lover. Shoupe read everything, from the first ‘Hi John B’ to the last demand of money. 

Another sigh left the older, his hand found his temple, rubbing it softly. He now knew what was going out, what happened to John B and his friends those last months. He had to react, to do something. But the teenager was there, looking so helpless and tired. His eyes were holding something, sadness, fear. It all clicked in his mind, just like that time he cried during the last questioning. 

John B wasn’t a suspect, he was just a child. 

He was overwhelmed with everything going on around him, the disappearance of his girlfriend, the thought she was dead and that he could never see her again. For the last few months, the boy lived hell and Shoupe accused him of being the responsible. To the point he was freaked out to ever talk to him. It felt like he had failed.

Shoupe got up, walked to John B and without a second thought, hugged him. He held him close, guilty about how bad everything went. “I’m sorry I put you through that.", Shoupe whispered. " I’m sorry I didn’t hear you sooner.”

His eyes widened, staring ahead. He didn’t hug back, just stayed there, shocked. The last thing he expected was Shoupe to do that. Oh, JJ would never believe it, he thought. And it was only a few minutes later that Shoupe let go of him, sitting back down. His expression had softened, for once looking at John B like he was a kid and not a criminal.

“Tell me everything you know.”

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John B would remember that day for a long time. He never expected to break down in Shoupe’s arms, the man who tried to arrest him. The empathy he showed today was so unexpected he thought for a moment that all of it was a dream. Oh, if everything was just a bad dream.

He stepped into the Chateau, hoping to be alone. His eyes were still red from crying, his hands still shaking from stress. And the confusion was still visible on his face, the one caused by Shoupe’s sudden hug. He sighed when he spotted no light on, a sigh of relief. He was quick to find refuge in his bed, to the left side of the bed.

It was yours.

When the two of you started dating, you whined to get this side. John B could still remember the look on your soft face, the small pout as you numbered your reasons. “Next to the wall so I don’t get kidnapped at night,” was one you used to joke about. What a funny joke.

His eyes closed before the door of his bedroom opened. In other circumstances he would have thought it was his girl, going here to get cuddles and steal the blanket. But he knew it was just JJ escaping his house. “Everything’s okay, man ?’’

His brown eyes met JJ’s blue ones, the shared pain needing no explanation. “Would it be weird if I laid down in bed with you ?” and John B nodded, because yes, two seventeen year old best friends sleeping together was weird in his eyes. Because it was JJ. But he did anyway, lying down on the right side. His back was against the mattress, head propped on his hand. “Don’t care.”

And a soft silence set in, the only sound being heard was their breathing. John B was grateful for JJ. Even if he never said it, the boy had been by his side when his dad died in sea, arm around his shoulder with a peaceful silence while John B was crying as much as needed. And as if on cue, he had done the exact same thing when it was (y/n) turned to disappear. The boy knew JJ would do it again if needed, because that was how he was. Loyal.

JJ was grateful for John B. When his life at home was rough, marked by his father drinking and then hitting him, John B always welcomed him home, no asking any questions. And if it was too much for him, the boy would let him cry in his arms, comforting the teenager on the rare times he was showing himself vulnerable.

The both of them were grateful for you. Every time those things happened, you were there. You hugged John B every night after his dad’s death, making sure to make him laugh as loudly as possible. And each time, you were there to tend JJ’s injuries, putting silly cartoon bandages on his arms or legs if needed. But now you weren’t there, so they had to take care of each other.

And when you come back, probably traumatized by whatever happened to you, they will be there just like you were before. 

Notes ; lot of writing, not a lot of images. Just felt better that way, especially considering how bad I am with Canva.

Taglist ; @chalahyung01, @mirellef2001, @voidangxls, @angvl3tears, @kieeslove