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Beware

Rory Peters/Fem!Reader

Summary: You were just getting onto the on ramp for the highway, trying to make it home after visiting some friends. The woman just ahead pulled her car over and in front of the on ramp blocking it off.

Warnings: gore, character death, uninterested reader (at first) suicidal tendencies, drug use, smut with plot, everything is always connected, plot twist

word count: 7.8k Song: Beware - Deftones

A/N: I put my blood sweat and tears into this one

You sat at your friend's house, almost in silence as she was doing her makeup and your face was deep in your drawing book. You wouldn’t call yourself much of an artist but you liked to doodle here and there when idea's popped into your head.

You were so focused on what you were writing you didn't notice she was now right behind you, looking at your drawing. "Morbid." She said into your ear making you jump a bit.

You looked at your drawing, a log going through the windshield of a car. Logs on the ground near it with a truck right in front of it. Of course the drawing wasn't amazing but it was your own little aesthetic. Your long black hair falling in front of your face which she moved behind your ear from behind you.

"I gotta bounce but I'll see you later sweet cheeks." She said, kissing the top of your head before running out, leaving you alone in her apartment.

You started to pack your stuff up and clean up a bit before leaving, you ripped out the drawing intending to throw It out but you lost grip of it. The fan blowing it into the candles you were going to put out and setting it on fire.

"Fuck man." You said under your breath before grabbing it and blowing it out. Burning your hand in the process a bit.

It was nice out, a little windy and about 75 degrees out. Other than the sun shower that passed about ten minutes ago it was really nice out. You drove a convertible, you opened the top just a couple of minutes ago to feel the wind in your hair and brushing softly on your face. Your radio turned up as you jammed out to the music playing, your car radio started to change channels on Its own.

"Shit," You whispered to yourself, banging the radio with your fist until it stopped. Playing Highway To Hell but you didn’t mind it.

You lit a joint as your car came to a stop at the busy on ramp. You stayed a little bit further back from the motorcyclist in front of you and in your rearview you saw a cop pulling up.

You kept smoking your joint not really caring if he saw or not, if you got arrested today it wouldn’t be the worst thing you had done. You sat for a little too long, the light was green but the car up front wasn't moving. You rolled your eyes, putting your joint in between your lips and using both hands to slam down on your horn causing the motorcyclist to turn and look at you, raising his arm at you annoyed but your flipped him off as he turned back around shaking his head.

You could see the car finally pulling over so you let up on your horn and put the joint back in between your lips only for them to block the on ramp. "You gotta be kidding meee." You whined like a toddler.

Other cars starting to honk again before the cop behind you turned his lights on and slowly moved beside you to head up and see what was going on. You made eye contact with the cop and smiled at him fakely as you took a hit of your joint to taunt him.

He had other things to worry about so he kept moving, leaving you alone which made you let out a small laugh. You watched as he had the woman step out of the vehicle, "Oh my god just move over!" You shouted.

You could hear shouting and then others started to get out of their car annoyed. "A bunch of idiots, getting out of your car is the worst thing you could possibly fucking do." You said to yourself.

You could hear the brunette woman shouting about a pile up that was going to happen. You thought you were nuts but this is a whole other level of crazy but at the same time it freaked you out a little. You shifted slightly— uncomfortable in your seat and turned the radio off to listen in.

You saw a log truck speeding down on the slippery highway as she pointed to it and it made you shiver. You sat up straight as you watched the log truck come undone and topple onto the road, causing a pile up so big you were sure it killed everybody passing by and next to it.

You put your joint out in your cup holder and finally got out of your car and went to walk closer as the man on his bike did the same, he took his helmet off, leaving it with his bike. You stood next to a few people as you watched in horror. Everybody looking away except you and a tall, lanky, dark haired white man.

"Holy shit." He breathed out, almost in a panic.

You felt the wind shift and looked back, seeing a truck hurdling towards the woman and her friends in her car. "LOOK OUT!" You screamed so loud you felt it cutting into your throat. You went to run over to her as if you could make it in time.

The motorcyclist and the white man grabbing your arm and pulling you back— making sure you wouldn’t get hurt. You watched as the cop pushed the woman out of the way, saving her life.

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You sat at the police station with a few other people who witnessed the crash. The cop who you learned whose name was Thomas. The woman who was screaming about how she saw it before it happened, Kimberly. A woman and her son, Nora and Tim. The tall almost emo white man who seemed like he was tweaked out, Rory, A dark haired woman named Kat and the motorcyclist, Eugene. The other witness was some lottery ticket winner named Evan who was in a different room being interrogated.

You didn't say a word, you watched and listened to what everybody had to say. "You guys remember last year when that kid freaked out and made people get off of flight 180?" Kimberly asked, silencing the room. You shot your head up from your lap and looked at her.

"The one year anniversary is today and I swear— I had the same premonition he did." She explained.

"What?" Kat asked.

"So you read about it?" Eugene asked, "Have you guys heard what happened after?"

"What happened?" Nora asked, her voice was quiet and shaking.

"He got a few of his buddies off that flight, saved their lives. About a month goes by and everything seems fine and things were looking up for them—until they all started dying off one by one." He said, pacing the room until he was behind Nora, "I heard death was after them like he was hunting them." He said, a creepy laugh following which clearly freaked Nora out.

"There was one survivor." Thomas said, "Clear Rivers is at a psychiatric facility in stony brook."

Her name was all too familiar to you and it made you uncomfortable. "Bullshit." You finally spoke for the first time, you stood up going to leave. "I'm out of here."

Thomas looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows, "Weren't you high when everything happened on the highway? I could've sworn I passed you smoking a joint." He said, threatening. "Sit down unless you would like us to go search your car."

At the door you smiled and spun around, "See if I give a fuck."

"Hey man, I think you should just sit down and chill." Rory spoke, making nervous eye contact with you.

"So I can sit here and listen to them tell me I'm on some hit list?" You asked, you walked over to the table and placed your palms down on it to hold you up, leaning over it closer to Rory. "If you wanna sit here and listen to some babble bullshit rather than living your life then go ahead but I won't sit here and wait to die." You fanned his lips with yours, looking from his lips to his eyes.

"You're like— super hot and you're making me nervous." He said, shaking his leg up and down.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Thomas asked you, ignoring Rory's comment.

"It means—" You said standing up straight, "I'm gonna go home, get high and touch myself to death." You said sarcastically and walking back to the door.

Swinging it open you let yourself out, you had enough to deal with and this was just wasting your time. If death wanted you so bad he would've taken your life weeks ago when you overdosed on your sleeping pills. Going out to your car you hopped in and sat for a moment rolling a joint for the road.

Before you could light it a sudden hand grabbed your wrist, "Yo! what the fu—" You looked up to see Thomas, he took the joint from your hand and threw it on the ground before stepping on it.

"We don't need any more deaths today, smoke your dope when you get home safely." He said, letting go of your wrist.

He walked away and you looked at the doors, watching the group dispersing, going on their own way. Your eyes caught Rory, both hands in his pockets before pulling out his keys to his car from his right pocket. He was handsome, maybe a little stupid but he was cute. His eyes shifted to yours and you looked away, rolling your own eyes at your stupid thoughts before throwing your car in reverse to leave.

You quickly stomped on your breaks seeing a glimpse of someone in your rearview mirror, your breaks loudly scraped on the pavement making everybody look your way. "Shit!" You said out loud as you felt your body hit the steering wheel.

Eugene punching the back of your car making you turn to look at him. "Sorry!" You said in embarrassment as he walked away.

A couple of days had gone by since the incident and everything returned back to normal. For a second you almost believed that something was out to get you. It was around noon when you decided to blast your music in your apartment before sitting down to smoke.

You lived in a small rundown building that had maybe three or four others living in it, you enjoyed your space. You sat and started to draw, drawing those people from memory. First was Evan then Tim, Nora, Kat, Rory, Eugene, Kimberly and Thomas. You were finishing up Thomas when there was a loud bang at your door through the music—startling you.

You got up and threw your book onto the coffee table, spilling your cup of coffee right onto the open drawings, "Fuck—" You hissed under your breath.

The banging on the door over the music was killing you. "IM COMING SHUT UP!" You shouted.

You grabbed your notebook and let the coffee spill off onto the table, looking at it you noticed the paper had ripped a hole where you had drawn Evan and Tims face. The banging started again pulling you from the paper and you groaned loudly.

You swung the door open violently, "WHAT!?" You shouted at the two who stood outside your door. Thomas and Kimberly standing in front of you, "You got a warrant?" You asked over the music, putting your hand on your hip.

Thomas pushed past you and so did Kimberly, Thomas going to your radio and turning it off. "You aren’t safe." Kimberly said.

You laughed annoyed, "Get the fuck out" You said, pointing to the door you still stood at.

"We've been calling you!" Kimberly said, her voice was shaking.

"Yea well my phones been off for the last six months so." You said annoyed.

"Did you watch the news?" Thomas asked you.

"No I haven't but have you watched the door before you fucking left it because you're about to and it will hit you on the way out." You threatened.

"Evan and Tim are dead." Kimberly said, getting in your face making Thomas put his arm on her in between you two to hold her back. She had tears in her eyes and she was gritting his teeth.

"What?" You said annoyed again, almost not believing her.

"Nora is next and then it'll be Kat and Rory and then Eugene, you and us" She said.

You walked past them and to your coffee table where you picked up your notebook. "I got bored and I drew you guys from when we were at the police station. That's the exact order I drew them in and then the pages got damaged only on Evan and Tim" You said, showing them, you didn’t sound nervous and you really weren't feeling any fear or remorse. You just wanted them to leave.

"Tomorrow, we're all meeting at my apartment. I won't force you to come but if you want a safe place to be for the time being I suggest you come" Thomas said, he walked over and grabbed your pencil and your notebook from your hand, writing his address down on your art.

"I'll think about it." You said, monotoned before you took a deep breath, snatching the book back from him. "Now—please get the fuck out." You grit through your teeth trying not to sound too pissed off.

The two left just as fast as they came, you slammed the door shut behind them and locked it. You threw yourself back onto the couch a stared at the address. You rolled your eyes at where he had written his address, the pencil lined straight through Nora's neck when he handed the book back to you on accident.

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You fought with yourself the entire night before you decided to say fuck it and go. You stood outside looking at the apartment building with your joint between your fingers. This was stupid, you thought as you dropped the joint and put it out with your shoe. Walking inside you waited for the elevator to open.

You could hear it rattling and when it finally reached the ground floor it struggled to open. Stepping in you hit the floor number. "Hold the door!" You heard a familiar voice shout as he rushed to make it.

He got his foot caught as the elevator started to move but managed to pull it out before it would've became an issue. Rory smiled at you nervously, "Hey—you’re the hot chick from the police station, glad you could make it." He said.

You just stared at him and gave him a thin lipped smile while rising your eyebrows, hoping he would stay silent. "You uh, you got some loose strands." He said, moving your hair behind your ears.

You jolted your head away from him, "I can fix it myself." You said annoyed.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his hand still near your hair. "I could just—"

"I'm good" You said as the elevator stopped, the doors opening and you walked out.

He grinned, both his arms out with a 'cmon' look.

He quickly followed behind you into Thomas' apartment. Everybody at the station was here. Nora looked like she was a mess. You couldn’t blame her, she had just lost her son. You were unsure of all the details and didn’t know if you wanted to know.

You sat down on the couch and Rory still followed, thigh to thigh you two sat, making you slightly move over to stop touching legs but he just followed—giving you a smile.

"What? You can tease me but I can't do it back?" He whispered into your ear.

"Hey" A blonde woman spoke to you, "Do I know you?" She asked, looking at her you recognized her as Clear Rivers.

"Doubt it" You said in a condescending tone, diverting your eyes back down to your lap.

"Thank you all for coming." Kimberly started. "We have a theory to share, new life is what will end this for us."

"There was a woman at the wreck who was pregnant, she's being held in protective custody until she has the baby and then it'll be all over" Thomas added.

Nora sat down on the other side of Rory and kept her eyes on her hands while she cried to herself. "Does anybody have a Xanax?" She asked.

You pulled out your wallet and a little baggy of mixed pills. "Yea just take half—" Before you could finish your sentence she snatched it out of your hand taking the whole thing.

You went to put the little baggy away but Rory but his hand out, "Keep em coming"

You shook your head at him and gave him a disgusted look before putting them away.

"If what you’re saying is true then I'm next" Nora said to Kimberly.

You rarely ever felt bad for people but this woman seemed nice, like she wouldn’t hurt a fly and it seemed everyone here was making her feel worse.

"I think this is all bullshit." Eugene said, standing up. "I sat here and listened to all your theories and I just can’t believe them I'm sorry." He said, growing annoyed.

"I call bullshit too" You said, standing up. Rory checking out your body where you stood. "You're doing nothing but causing stress to those who are already going through enough."

"Call it what you want, It won't keep your ass alive" Clear said, her tone was stern.

"Darling my ass is alive!" Eugene exclaimed. "Has been all week, nobody is after us but you!"

"If what you're saying is true then why doesn’t the last person just kill themselves, would that not save all of us?" You asked, everybody staring at you.

"It doesn’t work that way, you can try to kill yourself but it'll stop you. Trust me." Clear said.

You hopped onto the coffee table and started to laugh. "Then why don't we just say fuck it huh!?" You shouted, irritated they were bothering you with this nonsense. "You—" You said pointing to Rory, you looked at the cop and then back to Rory with a smirk. "You have coke on you, right? So with your logic I could snort the entirety of it and I won't OD right?" You asked jumping off the table.

"Knock it off—" Kat tried to say.

"I don’t have—" Rory started to say nervously but you walked over to him and ripped this jacket open as he tried to fight you off. Pulling out the little baggy you looked at it and laughed.

"Come on kid, this isn't funny." Thomas said.

"That—that's not mine!" Rory exclaimed, shifting where he sat and pointing to you.

You opened it and dumped it out onto the coffee table, dipping your face down and taking a lethal amount. Kimberly and Thomas running over to you, Kimberly holding you back while Thomas was quick to clean the mess. Everybody staring at you in terror, Clear just rolling her eyes.

"She'll be fine." Clear said.

"My coke man!" Rory exclaimed, Thomas looking back at him with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, the coke that’s not mine."

"You guys are fucking crazy, I'm out of here" Eugene said, he grabbed his jacket, pulling it off the hook and knocking into the rope that held up Thomas' kayak, sending it flying down and almost impaling Clear. Hitting the window behind her instead as she dodged it.

"I should've seen that coming" She said to herself.

"If death is out to get you—" He said to Clear, then stay the hell away from us." Eugene said, taking his leave.

"We need to sleep in shifts and look out for each other" Clear said to the rest of you.

Kat started to clean up with the others while you stayed sat with Nora who was clearly still distraught. Kat groaned loudly, "Fuck this, I'm going for a smoke."

"I'm coming with!" You said quickly going to follow her. You were about a thousand percent more energized.

Kat looking at you uncomfortably and then giving you a fake smile when you looked to her. Your pupils completely blown out.

You walked to the door with Kat. "Don’t die out there" Clear shouted to the two of you.

You laughed at her, "Whatever, nut job." You said under your breath.

You heard Rory scream as piles of junk fell on him from the closet door, you all looked at him unamused. "Sorry" Was all he said.

You rolled your eyes and followed Kat out the door. The two of you opting to take the stairway down since the elevator was so janky.

"So what's up with you and that Rory guy?" She asked you, breaking the heavy silence. "He seems to like you."

You let out a small laugh, "Really? I couldn’t tell." You said sarcastically. "I'm not here looking for the love of my life or a quick fuck."

"So what are you here for? To keep taunting the cop by doing illegal shit right in his face?" She asked, the two of you letting out a small laugh.

Before you could talk more you heard somebody running down the stairs behind you, "Nora is gonna die! We have to help her!" Clear exclaimed shoving past the two of you.

Both you and Kat shared a look before you both ran after her. Making it down the stairs the three of you saw Nora, half of Nora. Her head was stuck between the elevator doors. You stumbled a bit the higher you felt and your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Oh my god!" You exclaimed.

The three of you running to help her, Clear holding her bottom half up while you and Kat attempted to pry the doors open. Between the sounds of screaming and crying you could hear Nora pleading and begging, she doesn’t want to die.

You could hear her skin ripping apart before the sloshing of blood soaked the three of you. Nora's limp bottom half falling onto the ground with Clear. You and Kat screaming at the top of your lungs in fear looking at her displayed organs.

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As the three of you silently walked back up the stairs in shock you could hear Eugene screaming.

With the door open the three of you stood there, Clear was calm, Kat was in shock and you were in a mix of both with a sudden euphoric feeling from the coke. You watched as Eugene was about to blow his head off, six shots but not a single one went off.

He fell to the floor in tears, Rory rushing to comfort him.

“You don’t keep it loaded?" Kimberly asked.

"I do." Thomas said, checking the gun but all six bullets were there.

"Maybe just duds?" Rory said unsure.

"All six? Never. That's Impossible." He said.

"It wasn't his turn to die." Clear said.

The group turned to look at the three of you soaked in blood. "Can we find the pregnant woman now please?" Kat asked, her voice in shambles.

After the incident you, Kat and Clear had taken turns showering and watching over the other to make sure you were safe. After cleaning and changing into whatever clothes Thomas had you stood before the group.

"I'm going home." You said, the group looking at you. "I'm not going to sit here and wait to die, you can all do what you need to do but I want to die in the comfort of my own home smoking my own weed and relaxing. I don’t want to run around aimlessly looking for what's going to save us."

"You can't—" Kimberly tried to say but Clear spoke over her.

"If that's what you want then go but don’t go alone." Clear insisted.

"Especially don’t drive yourself like that, you might be invincible right now but other people on the street aren't." Thomas said.

You thought for a moment before sighing, you didn’t want to die alone but at the same time you didn’t want anyone else to suffer. "Rory—" You spoke, closing your eyes. "I die right after you so you might as well stay with me. If I keep you alive then it guarantees my own safety."

He looked a bit stunned and nervous pointing at himself, mouthing 'me'.

You spun around to the door, "Let's go before I change my mind."

Walking out the group stared at Rory running out after you, "I am so honored—" He started but you stopped short making him run into your back. .

"I'm only doing this to make sure I stay alive long enough until they find that pregnant woman they were talking about and then we go our separate ways." You said sternly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am" He said. "Does this mean I get to drive your car?"

You tossed him the keys and thought for a moment, you started to strip from the clothes you had on, not wanting to be associated with that group in anyway in case things went south and god forbid you all get arrested for covering up a murder.

"Woah—woah" Rory exclaimed, putting his hands up to cover you from his eyes yet still glancing.

"I can’t wear his fucking clothes."

Rory ripped his jacket off and covered you with it as fast as he could, he grabbed your chin to look at your eyes. "You are so high right now." He laughed.

You couldn’t help it, his laugh made you laugh. "What do you say when we get to my place I smoke you up, in return for dumping all your coke like that?"

"I think driving your car is enough but fuck it I'm always down to smoke." He said, hopping into the car.

All you felt was the crisp wind in your face, pulling your hair back. You felt like the wind was caressing you so gently for a moment you thought—this is what’s worth living for. You turned and looked at Rory, one hand on the stirring wheel while his other arm rested across the three front seats and behind your head, his hair blowing back in the wind and the calm look on his face, he looked good.

You had twenty minutes left in your drive, coke never lasts long and you were almost completely sober. You laid down, your head on Rory's lap threw him off, making his hips jolt upwards before settling again.

You were shivering, the cold hair on your bare legs. You still on had on your thong and Rory's jacket. "Are you cold? Do you wanna put my shirt over your legs?" He asked you.

"No" You replied tiredly. Your eyes growing heavy. You were exhausted finally after your heart racing it felt nice for it to slow down.

You eventually passed out and you know this because you woke up in your bed, Rory trying to keep himself awake at your vanity chair. You groaned which made his low head shoot up at you. Stretching out you let out soft moans of pleasure at the release.

You sat up and looked at Rory, "Wanna trade now?" You asked him.

"No, rest, I'm good." He said and then yawning.

You sighed, "Too bad I'm up now" You said to him.

You realized you were still in his jacket, you were so content you didn’t care—you secretly hoped he wouldn't ask for it back.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted today, I hate to admit it but death does in fact scare me a little it."

"A little bit?" He laughed, "You were the scaredest out of all of us or at least I could tell."

You frowned remembering that this was real life.

He took notice of your frown and was quick to say anything he could. "I really like your place, it looks like we like a lot of the same stuff." You shot him a look as he kept talking, "Love Eminem dawg—" He said, looking at your posters. He stood up going over to your vinyl collection, "Oh dude no way you like Korn?" He asked holding the record up.

You gave him a small smile, "You like Korn?" You asked him.

"I fucking love Korn dude." He went through all your vinyl's—he looked like a little kid in a candy shop. He pressed play on your stereo, Sextape by Deftones playing. "I swear you’re the love of my life." He laughed.

When he finally sat back down you two talked until the sun had risen. You learned a lot about him, he clearly loved to smoke as the two of you sat on your bed passing the joint back and forth, you loved the same music, the same movies. You had never felt so connected to somebody before.

The two of you had passed out, your head somehow landing on his lap once again while he sat against the headboard, he looked uncomfortable but was sure passed out. One hand intertwined with you hair and the other rested on the bed. The sound of your radio turning on had woken you up, it was quiet. You didn’t even know when you had set an alarm but apparently you did.

The radio was playing Turn Around, Look At Me by The Lettermen.

You both had eventually gotten up, you taking a shower while he sat on the counter yapping away to you while also flipping through a magazine. "I would like the shower at some point please" He said, teasingly as he flipped to a page with a naked model on it. Turning it sideways to get the full view.

The water turning off and he fumbled to put your magazine away, you reached for the towel but couldn't grab it. He rolled his head a few times before he helped you by handing it to you.

"You promise you will stay in here with me no matter what?" Rory asked nervously as you stepped out with the towel wrapped around you.

You let out a snarky laugh, "Want me to get back in with you?"

He started to stutter, "I—I mean if you don’t, you know, mind."

"I was only joking." You said with a small smile.

He flashed you one back and hopped off the counter, he was close to you, a little too close. He was tall, maybe around 6'3 which made you look up at him, water falling from your eyelashes in small droplets as he stared at you.

"I'm gonna shower now." He said, nervously as he shoved past you.

You kept your back turned to him while the shower started to run again. You heard his pants and belt fall to the tile floor, you wondered what he was packing. He looked like more of the sub type in bed and you we're usually the pillow princess but you wondered what it would be like to be on top of him.

You rid those thoughts and dropped your towel, you stood for a moment before turning towards the shower. "Rory?" Your voice sounded desperate, you tried to hide it but you couldn't.

"Yea? Everything okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Can I come in?" You asked.

You heard his words get caught in his throat. "Y—yes"

It was unlike Rory to be this nervous around a woman, he usually had no issue talking to women and being a charmer but you were different. You seemed so uninterested in him and he loved it.

You pulled the curtain back and the two of you kept eye contact, not daring to look further down. "Just to make sure you’re okay." You said stepping in.

Closing the curtain behind you, your back was now to him. You leaned your head back on his chest, your ass close to pressing against his length. "Could you rub my shoulders?" You asked innocently, "Everything has stressed me out so much—" You started to say, he was quick to move his hands to your shoulders.

Letting out small moans as he rubbed you. He moved his hands down to the side of your arms, he leaned down and started to kiss at your neck softly, moans still escaping your lips.

He tested the waters and bit down a little bit, "Fuck—" You said under your breath and that sent him into a spiral.

You could feel his cock twitching against you, every time it came up it touched you skin to skin. Still unsure of what the full length was but from the contact it felt massive. One hand traveled down your arm and to your waist, snaking around your stomach as he lightly dragged his fingers across— trapping you between him. He pushed you back with his arm, holding you tight as he started to grind against you.

He started to whimper and moan, it was quiet enough for you to hear against your ear. "Fuck if I died right now I would be so fucking pissed." He said, grunting into your ear.

He spun you around, almost losing your balance he held you tight, lips pressed against yours— he was kissing you like this was the last thing he was ever going to do. The water sloshing in between you two, water and spit mixing in your mouths but fuck it was so good.

It was sudden but gentle as he picked you up effortlessly making you gasp against his mouth, your legs wrapped around him as he struggled to turn the water off with one hand behind him and then he stepped out of the shower not caring for the water dripping everywhere as he brought you to your bed. Your lips never leaving each other until he slams your back down onto the mattress, getting on his knees and his head between your legs.

"Fuck baby, this is what I like to see." He said, a grin on his face as he stared in between your legs. He was quick to lick between your folds before latching onto your clit.

Your moans were loud, so loud you thought everybody in the building could hear you but you couldn’t stop.

"F—fuck slow down." You managed to say but he didn’t listen, your hands running through his hair, pulling at it while you grinded your hips into his mouth. "Rory" You whined.

The sound of his name made him pull back immediately, coming back up to your mouth and moving at a speed you couldn’t keep up with. You felt him spread your legs with his own and started to align himself.

He pulled back for a second, "Are you sure about this baby?"

"Yes" You said to him, grabbing his face and going back to his lips.

He started pushing into you slowly before picking up his pace. His cock was long and thick, the thickness stretching you out with each trust. Your mouth wide open and your back arching, eyes closed, "Holy fuck, fuck it's so fucking big." You cried.

His head falling between your neck, "Fuck," He whispered, you could hear his cocky tone, "You like this fucking dick baby?" The sound of skin clapping together filled the room.

He put his hands beside your head, your legs bent as he started to slam into you harder. You moved your hips upwards for a better angle causing him to moan loudly. Your tits bouncing up and down, he couldn’t stop staring at you, how beautiful you were and here you are giving him this reaction from you.

"F—uck I'm cumming," He whined loudly, one last trust into you and he bottomed out, his cock twitching inside you while he let out quick breathy moans. Yours followed right in between, your pussy was pulsating around him and your body was shaking. He had one hand on your hip to steady you, pressing so hard you just know it's gonna leave bruises.

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The two of you passed the fuck out, his arms wrapped around you holding you close. His light snoring didn’t bother you as you slept soundly. It was peaceful until the nightmare started. You didn’t know where you were. A farm? You looked down holding your stomach, pulling your hand away you were bleeding.

Loud pounding at your door woke you up in an instant, your heart racing whereas Rory slept right through it. You moved from his grasp, taking the blanket with you leaving his bare ass out but you were covered at least. You left the bedroom door open not expecting anyone to come inside.

You ran to the door and swung it open, "What!?" You exclaimed.

Clear and Kimberly at your door, "We've been calling you!" Kimberly exclaimed pushing past you into the apartment.

The two of them walking in and look over to your open door where Rory was ass up naked. "Ew come on guys." Clear exclaimed.

You walked over and closed your bedroom door which somehow that's what woke Rory up. He ran to the door and opened it fully naked in front of you three. "You said you wouldn't leave my side!" He exclaimed.

He hid his junk behind his hands seeing the extra two girls, Clear not really caring but giving him an odd look. "Both of you get dressed and let's go."

After you both got dressed they lead you out to the car, Kimberly was driving since it was big enough to fit all of you. You sat in the back between Eugene and Rory who insisted you stay in the middle so he can hold you.

The car ride was tense other than for Clear, Kimberly and Thomas talking.

"Everybody on flight 180 had something in common." Clear said, trying to connect the dots.

"You wanna hear something crazy?" Eugene asked, "Last year a kid came to school with a knife where I worked, I got transferred to a different school the day prior. He stabbed the substitute teacher to death."

"You wanna hear weird?" Thomas said. "Me and my partner responded to a call last year about a trainwreck. I told my partner to go on without me I can handle the train wreck. He died in a shootout that night. That was the night I had to scrape Billy Hitchcock up."

"Oh my god," Kate said, "I've got one too." She said nervously. "I was supposed to stay at some dinky hotel and in the night there was a major gas leak that killed everybody. I never made it because the bus I was on splattered some girl on the road."

"Oh my god, that killed Terri." Clear said.

Rory was next, "I had tickets to go to this class thing in Paris, everybody died because the building collapsed but I never made it because some dude got wacked by a giant sign." He exclaimed, using his hands as a demonstration.

Kimberly spoke next, "Me and my mom were supposed to go to the mall but I got caught up in the news thinking about how can someone strangle themselves in the bathtub and then I heard shots outside. Some kids trying to steal her car shot her."

The group looked to you now, Kat looking at you in the rearview. You took in a shaky breath. "I was supposed to be on flight 180 but my seat got doubled book with this girl. Blonde girl I think her name was Molly. I laughed in her face—" You said with a nervous breathy laugh, "I asked her 'like the drug'" You looked down at your hands. "I told her it was fine, I'll take the next flight."

"That—" Kimberly tried but you spoke over her.

"That was the first time." You said quietly.

"The first time? What do you mean the first time?" Clear asked frantically, fully turned to look at you.

You made eye contact with her and quickly diverted back to your hands, "A couple of months ago my old apartment building caught on fire." Clear still staring at you hard. "I ran out in time with another man, the building started to collapse and I wasn't looking but he was and he pushed me out of the way. The rubble killed him instantly." You looked at Clear, "The man was was Alex Browning."

Clear's eyes went wide and she was pissed, "And what!? Did you plan on never telling me this!? Did you think you could keep it a secret until what!?" She exclaimed, "Until you die!?" She shouted.

You shouted back, you didn’t mean to but she pulled it out of you. "What was I supposed to say Clear!? 'Hey I'm the girl your boyfriend died saving!?" You yelled.

Kat glancing away from the road as she watched you two argue, eyes off the road she swerved as another car was coming on head straight at you. The car spun out of control. All of you screaming as Rory held onto you tight., pulling your head down to his chest and close to his lap to keep you safe.

As the car spun onto the grass you came to a sudden halt. Eugene next to you unable to breath. Moving your head away from Rory you screamed as a pipe ran straight through where your head would've been and just missing Kat's. Her legs pinned by a tree.

Rory stumbled with you out of the car and falling onto the ground. An ambulance pulling up quickly to take Eugene away. Clear walking over to you and swinging her hand back, smacking you across the face.

"That's for keeping that from me." She said, you know what, you deserved it.

She helped you stand up while Rory stayed on the floor, "You stay here." Clear said to him.

"What!? No!" He shouted as Clear opened the front seat and sat you down in it.

"Stay near her and make sure she's doesn't die" Clear said sternly,

"Oh yea don’t worry I got it" You said sarcastically, annoyed they're using you as a human body guard.

You sat with Kat who fake smiled at you while she pulled out a cigarette. Smoking her fears away as the firefighters tried to cut the door open and free her from where her legs were pinned. Her head inches from the sharp pipe made you worry.

The sound of the blades made the both of you jump, "Can you be a little quieter with that thing?" Kat asked.

The guy looked at her with a sarcastic face, "Yea, let me just set it to quiet mode."

"Seriously, don’t be stupid do your fucking job." You said to him in your bitch tone.

He slammed the blade into the car, the airbag going off in Kat's face. You felt something warm splatter across your face making you flinch. The airbag deflating you fell out of the passenger seat and onto the ground backing away. The pipe went straight through her skull.

Rory.

"Rory!" You shouted looking around for him, he was next. At some point he had gotten up to walk around and try to relax. Logs falling behind you, you caught a glimpse of Rory.

You picked up your feet and ran as fast as you could, you reached him, your hand on his sleeve. Right in front of you the news van exploded, you turned your back and face Rory as he fell down to his knees. He held onto your waist with his hands and you lifted your arms to make sure nothing could hit him.

You felt a slice on your back, it stung but was soon gone when the wire snapped before slicing through you. You screamed in pain and bent over. The others rushing over to you, "Move! Let me see!" Clear said pushing Kimberly and Thomas out of the way.

She looked at your back, a small cut but you were okay. "It wasn't your time." She said.

"You just saved my life." Rory said breathlessly. He pulled you into a kiss as tears fell from your face.

"It skipped Rory but— Eugene." You said trying to catch your breath. Rory helping you stand up straight but you were in too much pain. "Just you guys go, I'll be okay." You said. "I'll only slow you down."

"I'm not leaving you. No fucking way." Rory protested. "I'm staying with her."

Clear let out a deep breath. "Fine but call us if anything happens! We will be calling you once the baby is born."

You all split on your way. A police officer giving you both a ride back to your apartment after the EMT's bandaged you up. Rory helping you clean up as much as you could in the bathroom without hurting yourself.

"Are you afraid?" He asked, the two of you on the bed laying down, staring at each other.

"Why would I be?" You asked.

He placed his hand on your cheek and caressed your face, "I feel like I'll die when you do, what's the point of living if the best thing in your life isn't there with you."

You weakly laughed at him, "You've known me for a week Rory."

"This is the most I have ever felt alive" He said, pecking your lips.

You put your hand on his wrist and closed your eyes. Falling asleep a few minutes after.

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The next morning you had woken up before him, you silently got out of bed wearing nothing but your thong, a bra and his jacket you had washed from the other day, to go start something to eat. You played music loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bother Rory. You moved from two different pans as you cooked eggs and pancakes.

You turned to touch the glass table but pricked your finger on the edge from moving too fast, "Owe!" You exclaimed silently and out your thumb in your mouth to stop the bleeding.

Behind you the bottle of cooking oil spilled onto the floor in loud splatters, Rory starting to wake up and quickly realized you weren't beside him. He ran out of bed but it was too late.

You noticed the spilling oil and went to start cleaning it, The sound of your bedroom door swinging open startled you. You jumped back burning your hip on the stove, you yelped in pain but stood still to not slip in the oil.

"Do not fucking move." Rory said, his tone was serious and he made his way over to you.

Your tall shelf falling, blocking his way over to you as another shelf fell in the kitchen onto the glass table, breaking it in half. Two sharp halves pointing up wards. The stove behind you igniting in flames sinches your air and burned the back of your scalp making you jolt again, this time slipping in the oil and forward.

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Protection Charm

Ian Mckinkey/Fem!Reader word count: 4.6k master list

Summary: You and Ian had been dating since freshman year. It was your senior year and the both of you had just turned 18 a few days prior as you both shared the same birthday. As graduation approaches you two attend the amusement park and Ian convinces you to get on Devil's Flight rollercoaster.

Warnings: character death, light smut, fem and male oral receiving, blood, light gore, they’re both stoners

The sounds of laughter and shouting filled the air as you and Ian walked around the field, enjoying each other's company as you laughed together, It was rare you both did anything other than go to school and work. The two of you did everything together, basically attached by the hip.

"I'm just saying if you get on the rollercoaster maybe—" He said, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close enough that you could feel his breath on your ear, "Maybee we can leave and go smoke."

You smiled turning your head to face him, "Hmm, I like that idea just as much as I love the idea of not getting on that death trap." You said, pecking his lips

"Come on babe, just this one ride, for me." He pouted.

"I'd rather ride you," You said, trying to throw him off but it wasn't working. "if I look at those tracks I'll throw up."

He laughed at you before moving behind you and placing his hands over your eyes. "Then let me be your eyes you little freak." He said making you laugh. "Get moving" He said, pushing his hips into your back making you walk with him leading you.

"Say cheese!" You could hear a girls voice say and Ian moving over slightly with his hands still over your eyes already knowing the pose you two wanted to do and then a small flash through Ian's hands met your eyes as you quickly smiled . "When I print these I'll give you two a copy for your wedding." You heard her say, now recognizing her voice as Wendy.

Wendy showing Ian the photo who smiled at it, "You don't wanna see it?" Wendy asked you.

"No can do," Ian said for you. "She can't see a thing until we are on that ride." He said, nodding his head towards the rollercoaster.

You felt a shift of the wind on you and your smile faded.

You two sat on line for about twenty minutes, his hands still covering your eyes. The more you moved the more you started to breathe heavier. You heard Ian talking to somebody, "Will you relax, between the two of you being pussies you're bumming me out." Ian said.

"Hey," You tried to say but he talked over you,

"The odds of you dying on a rollercoaster are like one in two hundred and fifty million." He added, you soon recognized the voice of Kevin who told him to shut up.

"We're probably that one." You almost gagged earning annoyed groans from the group in front of you. "Oh I'm gonna be sick." You said.

"Yea yea, keep it moving pip squeak." He said, walking you closer to the ride.

You two finally made it to the actual ride, Ian's hands still covering your eyes waiting for the gate to open, "You gotta use your eyes for one second and then you just keep em closed if you're that scared." He said to you softly, he moved his hands.

You opened your eyes and looked down, seeing the ride made you almost pass out but you stomached it for him, it's three minutes, what's the worst that can happen? Getting on the ride Ian waited for you to be seated and strapped you down, making sure it clicked into place before he took his seat.

Your leg starting to bounce rapidly up and down which only made it feel like the ride was shaking. Ian placing his hand on your thigh to stop the shaking and then grabbing your hand. "Relax." He whispered to you, looking at the other people getting on were side eyeing you.

The ride shifting and making sounds which only scared you more, "Ian," You said swallowing hard, "I can't do this." You said, holding back tears,

A few seats behind you was Wendy who was also freaking out before you could protest further the ride was announced to start but Wendy started to scream.

"Don't push the button!" She started to shout. She was almost hysterical. "Let me out!" She shouted.

"Ian," You said, your voice shaky as you started to yelp a little too loud,

"Relax" Ian said, through his teeth as other people started to get annoyed with Wendy.

"Get me the fuck off! It's gonna crash the fucking ride if gonna crash!" She shouted, the back row including your seats had let up.

"Oh my god Ian, get me the fuck off." You said, frantically as you stood up, grabbing him by his shirt and shoving him off with you.

"Hey—hey babe chill." He exclaimed as he started to move so you would stop pushing him.

You felt light headed and like everything was static, going out through the back with Ian trying to catch your breath. You leaned over trying not to throw up. Ian rushing over to hold your hair back, "I hate you so much." You said starting to cry but he just laughed at you.

"Come on babe," He said, helping you stand up and pulling you into a hug. "Nothing even happened, you're alright. Let's go home, smoke some weed and go lay down." He said, kissing the top of your head as one hand entangled with your hair.

You heard the backdoor swing open and security had Wendy in his arms shoving her. "Hey! Let her go!" You said, leaving Ian's side and trying to grab security off Wendy until Kevin was shoved out as well. Ian rushed to grab you to get you off the guard.

"Wen chill." Kevin said to her trying to get her to calm down.

"Babe! Get off him!" Ian exclaimed to you.

The shouting and movement all came to a halt when you heard the sound of metal collapsing, all of you turning around to see half the ride flying off the tracks along with everybody who was on it who didn't get off.

"Jason!" Wendy shouted falling to her knees.

Kevin unsure of what to do with his mouth wide open, Ian pulling you in close to him and covering your eyes, keeping his grip tight on you and placing his mouth on the top of your head looking away himself.

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The weekend had ended and it was two days after your classmates had passed, you and Ian sat on the couch in his basement where you two were living. You were cuddled under his arm as you both watched a movie.

"I'm sorry." Ian finally said. You weren't mad at him, you weren't upset.

How were you guys supposed to know that would have happened, Ian would never put you in harm's way especially a death situation.

"For what?" You asked, keeping your eyes on the tv.

"For making you get on that ride. I should've listened to you, I won't drag you to do anything you don’t want to ever again." He said, placing his hand under your chin to make you look at him, planting a kiss on your lips.

You gave him a weak smile, "It's okay, we're still alive and have each other and that's all that matters." You said, pecking his lips before moving to get up. "I'm gonna go pack us a bowl, you gonna smoke it with me?" You asked.

Turning around Ian laid his hand across your ass making it sting, the loud slapping noise echoed. "That one hurt!" You laughed as you stumbled away.

Going into your room to grab your stuff you noticed the candles in the room were swaying back and forth a little too much before going out. It made you uneasy. You ignored it and began to grab what you needed before heading back out to the living room.

As you turned around you knocked into your bookshelf, bruising your hip a little and cursing to yourself. You made your way back out to Ian and started to do what you needed while he watched the tv.

In your room your bookshelf still rattled a bit after you slammed the door behind you, the candle on top falling over and wax spilling onto the outlet behind it, making the wires crackle. You took out your lighter and tried to ignite it but it wouldn't work.

"Fuck man, I can’t have anything." You said annoyed, placing the bowl down on the coffee table in front of you. Ian looking at you and letting out a huff of laughter, watching you walk back to your room.

You placed your hand on the knob you winced stepping back as it burned you.

"Everything okay babe?" He asked, looking at you concerned.

You could smell a fire, soon you heard something collapse inside the room. Ian stood up coming over to you, he saw a glimpse of the door knob turn when he smelled the fire. He lunged at you, pushing you out of the way as the door opened, causing the sudden heat to collide into the next room as the fire exploded past the two of you on the ground.

Your heart racing as he helped you up, your ears hurt from the sound as he held you close and lead you outside. "You saved my life." You said, eyes wide open as he turned to look back at his house engulfed in flames.

The firefighters arrived and put the fire out, your entire apartment was charred in ruins. Great. As you walked around the rubble the only thing that survived was a photo of you and Ian that Wendy had taken from that night.

Looking at the photo Ian had covered your eyes, the shading making you look orange and yellow but Ian looked fine other than you pointing your fingers at Ian like it was a gun.

"Just leave it." Ian said, his voice almost monotoned. "We can have her make us another one." He sighed. You could hear it in his voice he was stressed, you turned to him and saw him with a hand on his hip and the other on his forehead, "Fuck" He mumbled looking at the wreckage.

"Welp," He said, taking in a sharp breath, "Looks like we'll be staying in some gross run down motel until this is fucking fixed." He cursed, kicking the ply wood on the ground.

"Hey, I know it sucks but insurance covers it and your parents won't be back for another couple of months so we'll be okay." You said, moving to him and pulling him into a hug.

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The next day you two had shown up for the last week of school, not seeing Wendy once since the incident. As you walked to your locker to start emptying it out you were approached by two girls.

"Hey" Ashley said to you, "Heyy" Ashlyn cooed.

You thinned your lips into a fake smile, "Heyy" You said awkwardly.

Ashley kept her smile wide, "I heard about your house and we're like totally sorry that happened to you."

"Yeaa" The other cooed again, "We wanna know if you maybe wanna go tanning with us Friday?" Ashlyn asked, "We know you have that whole, Casper vibe going on—" She said, waving her hand in a circle at your appearance.

You raised your eyebrows at them.

Ashley was quick to try to recover, "I mean, Casper was totally adorable we don’t mean it in a bad way but listen—" She said, handing you a piece of paper. "Here is my cell if you ever wanna hangout."

You took the paper and just smiled at her, hoping they would both go away. Looking past you they saw Ian approaching, "A man loves a tan busty woman." Ashley said quickly to you.

"Yea you got a bangin bod, trust us men love a tan baddie." Ashlyn said, "Catch you later!" They both shouted as they walked away from you.

As the two practically ran away you heard Ian behind you, "What did they want?" He asked, watching them skip away happily.

You turned and looked at him confused, "They wanted me to go tanning and then told me I was as white as Casper the ghost and then said I had a 'bangin bod—'" You put in air quotations, "And then said you would love a tan busty woman."

Ian laughed and pulled at your hips close to him with your arms on his chest, "They were right about the bangin bod." He said, placing his hand on your ass.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, "Alright, enough." You said trying to escape his grasp.

"I would love to see you tan" He joked, fanning your lips. "Maybe you could dye your hair blonde and paint your nails pink while you're at it." He said, kissing your lips, not letting you move as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back and smiled at you. "I'm joking, don't ever do that."

"Okay."

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After school you two went straight to work, you both worked together at a hardware store. It was super lame but it was good money and at least you were together. The work day went by super slow. It was finally 9pm and you both had gotten off.

Getting into his van you lit a blunt almost immediatly. "Woah slow down little lady, save some for me." He said, taking it from your hands and holding it in his mouth while he started the van.

The motel was small but it worked for now, the two of you laid in bed but you couldn't shut your mind off. "What's wrong?" Ian asked you.

"I don't know," You sighed.

Ian moved to sit up, playing with your hair. "Yes you do."

You rolled your eyes, feeling how nice his hands felt in your hair. "I think I'm just stressed baby, nothing to worry about." You said, moving up to kiss him.

The kiss turning into a small make out before you felt Ian smile against your lips. He was quick to move his mouth to your cheek and down to your neck before he moved completely on top of you, kissing down your chest until he reached you breasts.

He pulled your tank top down, watching your breasts move slightly. "So beautiful." He said latching his mouth onto your nipple while his hand played with the other.

Small moans escaping your lips, his other hand trailing down your side until he reached your shorts. He got on his knees and sat up straight pulling your shorts down. "I know what will help," He said, looking down at your body.

You didn’t say much as you watched him lay on his stomach, his arms pulling at your thighs and moving you down to get more comfortable before placing his head in between your legs. You felt his tongue move to your heat and you started to squirm around, moaning with pleasure.

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Friday had rolled around and it was the last day of school, you and Ian sat outside under the seating area while it rained.

"There she issss, Casper the bangin ghost" Ashley cooed as the two girls ran over and sat with you and Ian, making you two shoot a quick look at each other.

Within a few minutes others pulled in, Lewis, Wendy's sister and her two friends whom you didn't know. "Hey, Julie—" You called over to her making her look at you. "How's Wendy?" You asked, making everybody else go silent.

It was as if on que Wendy strolled past with Kevin behind her, "Just leave me alone," You could hear her say to Kevin.

Wendy was soaked in the rain, you went to say something to her but Ashley and Ashlyn were quicker. They got up and ran over to her. "Heyy, wanna come tanning with us later?" You could hear them say to her.

You and Ian laughing to each other as the girls were desperate to find a third. You stopped listening in as you and Ian started to talk, "How lame is it that my last name is the same as my high school." Ian said looking down at his yearbook.

"It's not that lame and besides I'm gonna have the same last name soon, you calling me lame?" You asked him, you looked up at him where he sat on the table and you on the bench.

Later that day you two were cooking dinner as you held the pans handle flipping the vegetables on it a quick flash of fire hit your face, not hurting you much but sinching your air. The smell of burnt hair roamed through the small motel room.

"Careful now babe, if you wanted to feel the heat so bad you should've gone tanning with dumb and dumber." He said behind you, one hand on your hip as his other turned the heat down on the stove.

"I would've gone to hang out with them if they literally invited me out to do anything else." You laughed.

You heard the phone ring and passed the pan to Ian, "I got it" You said, kissing him. "Hello?" you answered. Listening to Wendy on the other line the phone fell out of your hand as you had tears falling from your eyes. Everything felt as if it was in slow motions, Ian rushing to you asking what was wrong but you couldn't hear his voice.

You both sat at the dinner table with untouched food. The silence was eating at you but there was nothing to say. It sucks but at the end of the day you barely even knew them. The only reason they even talked to you was because they thought you had some trauma bond.

"Wanna smoke and go to bed?" Ian asked you.

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You attended Ashley and Ashlyn's funeral with Ian, it was tense to say the least. Ian was never good at expressing his feelings and of course now he wanted to express it. "In equal death!?" He exclaimed, oh god. "Osama is still kicking why isn't he dead!? These girls did nothing to deserve this and you wanna go on about bullshit equal death?"

Kevin and Lewis trying to get him to shut up while you stood there with your head down with tears welling in your eyes. You followed Ian to his van and got in, he slammed his door shut and started to drive as soon as you put your seatbelt on.

The car ride was silent until Ian slammed both his fists against the steering wheel at a red light. "Fuck!" He shouted as he slammed the wheel again.

"Ian!"

"No! It's not fair!" He shouted at you, turning to you he realized he had just yelled at you. He took a deep breath in and out, "I'm sorry." He said, seeing your scared expression.

A knock at your window making you scream in fear. You turned to see Kevin. "What the fuck!?" You said rolling down your window, Ian looking at the light that was still red.

"We need to talk." He said, he reached his hand in and unlocked the door, opening it and making you slide to the middle seat as he got in.

"Oh yea, just get in my car, no biggie." Ian said sarcastically.

Hitting the gas as soon as the light turned green, not waiting for Kevin to fully be in which made him latch onto you and you pulled him in, the door slamming behind him.

"Wendy and I think something is wrong." Kevin said.

"Oh yea, then why isn't she here with you?" Ian asked.

"She's going to talk to Lewis." He said. "We think death is out to get us, we were supposed to die on those tracks." Kevin said getting right to the point.

You could hear the screams in your head from that night, the screams of your classmates dying. Ian hit the brakes as hard as he could making you and Kevin fly forward but Ian put his arm across your chest to stop you.

"Get the fuck out" Ian said, sternly, you could tell he was trying not to freak on him.

"Guys please—"

"Get the fuck out!" Ian shouted at him, making you and Kevin look at him like he was nuts.

You never saw Ian this mad ever and you had known him since you two were in elementary school. Kevin just looked at you, almost begging you to say something but you looked down at your lap.

"Can you at least drop me off at the gym? I won't talk, I promise." Kevin said.

Ian started to drive again and the car ride was painfully silent. You pulled up to the gym and saw Wendy standing outside, looking up at the gyms sign almost afraid to go in.

"Thanks." Kevin said, getting out of the car. Ian flipping him off as the door closed.

"Are you alright?" You asked Ian, moving back to your seat.

"I'm great babe, fucking great."

The two of you finally got back to the motel and you decided to take a shower. Ian sitting on the counter in the bathroom while he read a book and you washed up. You could hear him sigh before his movements, his belt coming off followed by the rest of his clothes, moving the curtain back and getting in the shower behind you, rubbing your shoulders and kissing your neck.

"I'm sorry baby, I just don’t want to think about losing you." He said gently. "it’s been freaking me out."

You turned around to face him, water droplets on his eyelashes as he blinked slowly, his hair falling with the water. You kissed him, wet lips meshing with yours.

"It’s okay, I just don’t think I've ever seen you this worried." You said to him.

He pulled you in close, skin to skin as the warm water fell on the two of you. You felt his length on your stomach harden. "Sorry, death is making me a little horny." He joked making you laugh.

You kissed him one more time before you slithered down getting on your knees. "W—what are you— fuck." He moaned.

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It was late, maybe a couple days after the funeral and you two were closing up the store. "Well maybe if he didn't make us close up alone like some kind of fucking slaves we could be relaxing at home." Ian said over your walkie talkie.

"We're almost out, don’t you worry handsome." You replied.

You set some pots out in their rightful spots, the wind around you shifting and you felt a bitter cold breeze. You could hear the screams again, it was almost like you had PTSD.

The sound of pounding on the gate fence made you scream, "What the fuck is wrong with you!? You gave me a heart attack!" You shouted.

"It's Kevin and Wendy!" Kevin shouted.

"Yea I can see that, what do you want?" You asked the two.

After them explaining their theory you felt a little uneasy, "Babe, come meet me in lights, I think you should hear this." You said over your walkie.

As you walked with Kevin and Wendy you couldn’t truly wrap your head around what they were saying. "So I'm gonna overdose on nail polish remover and Ian is gonna be embarrassed to death?" You asked.

"It's really not funny" Kevin said to you.

"I'm not trying to be funny you guys are freaking me out," You said, your voice lowering as you watched the lights all flicker.

You could see Ian pop is head out from where the control panel is, "That's crazy, that's crazy" He laughed.

Ian being forklift certified always scared you, he was sometimes careless up there but you had no choice but to trust him. He lowered himself and walked with the three of you as you pushed your shopping cart around.

"With the logic you're saying here right, say the last person to die kills themselves—"

"Ian, knock it off." You said to him.

"They would save five other people's lives so— who was the last to die? You Wendy? You gonna sacrifice yourself to save us or what?" Ian taunted.

It freaked you out but Ian didn’t seem to believe any of this, convinced it was all a coincidence. The wind inside shifting again and you looked up from where you stood, seeing all the wood piles up top. They began arguing but you ears went static and you started to have a panic attack.

"You made my girl upset, just leave!" Ian exclaimed going over to console you but Wendy started screaming.

"There! It's up there!" She shouted, Kevin running to push Ian out of the way. The boards falling as you started to panic.

Wendy, Kevin and Ian trapped underneath making you take a step back. You slipped on the dirt on the floor falling hard on your ass and your back hitting the piles of mulch. You felt a sharp pain in the back of your head which turned into immense pain. You were unsure of what was happening until you tasted blood in your mouth, the metallic taste dripping down your mouth as nails shot into your head.

You turned as much as you could to look at Ian. "Please, I don’t wanna die." You cried before blacking out. "Ian?"

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You didn't have any family yet neither did Ian. You were his family. He stood outside, it had been dark and gloomy since you passed. He stood in his regular attire at your funeral that only he seemed to attend. It was bullshit, unfair. You were always so nice to everybody, sure you weren't anyone's friend but you would think they would have the decency to show up.

Ian had bloodshot eyes and dried tears on his face while he stood over your closed casket. He couldn't bare to look at the damage. He knew after this he planned to have your body cremated and he was going to put you in a vile and wear it as a necklace so you would always be with him.

He heard faint footsteps behind him but didn’t turn around, Kevin showing up in a suit. "Did I miss it?" He asked Ian.

"This is it." He said monotoned. "You know, she talked to everybody and I mean everybody. She didn't make any long term friendships but she tried and nobody—" He choked, "Nobody came." He said now crying.

Kevin walked next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I truly am. Wendy wanted to come but she—"

"No, I don’t care, she needs to stay far the fuck away from me." Ian cried. "She liked you, she defended you when I yelled at you to get the fuck out of my car so because of that I can't tell you to leave but I can tell you to stay the fuck away from me."

After the funeral as he drove home he thought of what Wendy and Kevin said, their theory and he decided what more did he have to lose?

He closed his eyes and hit the gas pedal, letting go of the wheel in heavy traffic yet not hitting a single car as they honked at him. His heart racing but after a minute he opened his eyes, regaining control of the wheel. He laughed at the excitement, between not sleeping or eating and crying all week he was going delirious. Over the next day he did everything to try to get himself killed. The gun was jammed, the rope broke, the pills he took somehow didn’t even kill him.

That's when he realized it truly skipped him and he was invincible, but he thought to himself— why does Wendy get to live?

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