Don’t Leave Me

Two years have passed since they've seen each other. Nothing's really changed. Or so it appears at first glance...

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CHAPTER 4

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Vince is in trouble!

“Sometimes, Something Horrible Has To Happen For A Result To Occur”

Chapter 3 p2

It was half past eleven when Vince (and his many bags) made it to the alleyway across from Nabootique.

He really did need this break. He needed to clear his mind. Fresh air and all that.

He shook his head before his thoughts crept back to…

He beamed with excitement at all of the new clothes and shiny (useless) trinkets he bought (impulsively). Still listening to the new Horrors’ CD on his player, he made his way down the narrow streak of asphalt.

Beside the click of his new golden boots, and the “music” coming out if this headphones, it’d been quiet up to that point. A waste bin fell a yard or two behind him. Vince jumped slightly at the sound. He paused his CD and looked over his shoulder.

Nothing there…hm.

He continued walking, a bit faster than before, but the feeling of someone watching him, following weighed down on him. As he’s half way from both ends of the Alleyway, a shuffling of old, worn shoes is heard directly behind him.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Vince’s arm and twisted it behind his back. He dropped all his bags and felt something cold and sharp against his Adam’s apple.

Vince’s arm was restricted at his waist and his body was pulled tight against the person.

“What’cha got there, lov’?”
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The large man breathed into his ear, hotly, “What’cha got there lov?”

The sharp object was pressed just hard enough to break the skin of Vince’s neck. His knees trembled as thousand and three death scenarios flash through his head at once.

So many ways to die.

His breathing quickened, panic striking hard. The man smirked, feeling this girly man’s reaction to him.

“Money,” He growled, low and threatening. Vince shivered.

“I-I don’t have anym-more!” He whispered, struggling to get the words out.

The man twisted Vince’s arm back farther. Vince sqealed in pain and kicked, trying to break free.

“Well then. I guess today just isn’t your day…”

Vince hears a muffled pop by his ear. His shoulder had been dislocated…
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It all happened too fast.

A shrill screech, as well overwelming pain, ripped through him. He felt as if his heart was attempting to escape his ribcage. Thick, salty, tears fell to the man’s large hand.

“Money! NOW!” He yelled directly into Vince’s ear. Vince’s wails turned to gasping sobs and sharp inhaled breaths as he shook his head.

N-none. Don’t have-Don’t kill-not until-until-I see-see-

His thoughts were becoming more and more incoherent, his eyelids, an impossible feat to keep open, slid shut. He slumped, hopeless, loveless and numb. The “man” switched his grip on the blade.

“Shame, shame,” The cruel man sighed, mock-disappointed. “And such a pretty face.” he kissed Vince’s wet cheek.

The Man moved the arm around Vince’s waist to his left shoulder and gripped tightly.

He drew back and…


Chapter End Notes:Oh no!
Vince!
What’ll happen?