Chapter Text
Apparently, under extreme stress, adrenaline is released through your body and sometimes, just some times, poeple black out.
*Click* The gun jammed.
The look on Anthony's face was pure shock, his eyes widening further as I pulled the pistol away from his grasp and quickly turned it around and pointed it at his head.
"Kylin, I-I-I-" He began to studder, backing away from me and into Corey's firm chest where he had planted himself behind him.
"Awh, what's a matter, baby? Didn't work out the way you planned, did it?" I cooed darkly, teeth bared in a psychotic grin that poured its way onto my face like liquid. I pulled the hammer on the gun back again and heard the click of the chamber as it moved into the correct position. It wouldn't jam again. I pressed forward towards Anothny slowly, running the barrel of the pistol up the line of buttons on his dress shirt, to his neck, and up to his temple to seal the end of the gun into his flesh.
"Awhh, My poor little Anny." I tutted my tongue, placing my free hand behind my back as I looked over his whimpering form. He was actually nervous as he looked down into my dark irises, the black coals that were my pupils dialated to where there was none of the pretty green that made him fall in love with me. He just saw the monster inside, the monster that he had created.
"Kylin, what are you doing?" He whined again, making my smile even brighter as my eyes flicked over his frame and behind him to where Corey had his own intense gaze baring into me. I chuckled a bit as I nodded and Corey's hands tightened over Anthony's shoulders.
"Tie him up." I ordered, lowering the gun from his head to cross it into my arms against my chest. Corey did as I demanded, finding a extention cord and securing him to a dining chair.
I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head again with a chuckle as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Norman's number.
"You okay?" he panted, obviously being inturrupted from his time with Keagan.
"Jeffrey with you?" I asked, having had the feeling that Norman didn't come here alone to begin with.
"What? No!" Norman attempted to lie.
"Norman."
"I mean he's not with me at this particular moment, no, but..." He sighed, "He's staying at-"
"Doesn't matter. Get him and get your ass to Corey's as fast as fucking possible. I've got a surprise for you both."
I shot up from the bed I was in immediately and looked around, my head pounding and whole body exhausted.
"Woahh, easy now." a voice urged, a light flicking on as a young woman's face came into my line of vision.
"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, brow furrowing in my confusion.
"I'm Keagan, Norman's friend. You're safe here."
"Where is Norman? Where is Jeff? Corey?" I panicked, wretching the confining sheets from my legs as I tried to get off the mattress. I tried to stand but my legs wobbled and Keagan caught me before I could fall forward, pressing me back down into the bed calmly before answering.
"They went to take care of everything, everyone's okay. You're safe. They're safe."
"What the fuck happened?" I inquired, my palm rising to my temple to attempt to massage the ache from my brain.
"You really don't remember?"
It had taken approximately 45 minutes for Norman and Jeff to start banging on the door. I skipped happily to the doorway, leaving Corey and a bound and gagged Anthony in the living room as I pulled the door open.
Jeff's arms were instantly around me, Norman's too, checking me for injury and soothing me with kisses. I pulled myself out of their grips with a beaming smile, eyes glinting as I stared up at the two men.
"Sweetheart, what the fuck is going on?" Jeffrey begged, seeing the off-putting glint in my eye and the not-so-scared grin plastering my face.
"Come see, darling, I found myself a toy!" I giggled, taking his hand and pulling him towards the living room.
"What the fuck is this?" Norman's surprised voice said, stopping dead in his tracks as his eye took on the sight.
"What does it look, like, silly?" I giggled, skipping gleefully over to the two men in the living room. Corey had remained completly stoic the entire time, eyes hard and jaw set as his stare moved to Jeffrey and Norman. He released a held breath, shaking his head slightly as he moved the pistol away from Anthony's head.
"I need you three bozo's to get him into the truck. You do have the truck, right Norm?"
"I-I-I got a ride, but um, hold on, let me see what I can do." Norman replied, pulling his phone out and walking into the other room to make the call.
"Baby doll, what the fuck are you doing?"
"You know exactly what I'm doing, Mr. J. I'm ending this." I answered sweetly, tilting my head at him before plopping down in Anthony's lap, earning me a grunt from him as my ass landed directly on his balls, "Oh, sorry, puddin', Like you said, Daddy's been feeding me right so I guess I've been gaining a little weight."
Anthony's eyes hardened at me, his rage returning as his pain grew as I wiggled on his thighs playfully. My eyes gathered themselves back to Jeffrey's confused expression, his own eyes cold as he watched me writhe around in my ex's lap.
"Oh, baby, you're not getting jealous are you?" I teased, standing up and making my way over to where Jeff stood. He cocked an eyebrow at me suspiciously as he wrapped his long limbs around me.
"You okay, there, sweetheart?" He asked, genuenly concerned as I snaked my arms around his neck.
I giggled again, looking back to Corey and Anthony before back to Jeffrey, "Probably not, but after this is over, I think I will be."
Norman re-entered the room with his phone still in his hand, shaking his head as he chuckled to himself, "This shit is absolutely fucking nuts, and if we go to jail for this shit, Kylin, you'll be putting money on my books for the rest of my life, you know that?"
"Got it, Normskie, now what's the word?"
"Let's go. Keagan's in the back."
I shook myself of the memories returning as my head felt like a fire was ragingin side of it. I couldn't help the whimper as I clutched my temples and curled in on myself on the bed, the soft sounds of Keagan's cooing being my focus so I would calm down.
"Here, take this. It's the good shit and it will help with the headache."
"Why do I have a headache?" I asked, accepting the pills and water from her graciously.
"Well, in times of extreme stress or panic, the body kinda shuts itself down and runs on autopilot. You exhausted yourself a lot tonight, physically and mentally. You're body is probably reacting to it. That and you did knock yourself good on a rock when you finally....completed your task." She replied thoughtfully, a small smile coating her mouth as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside me.
"Where's my phone?" I suddenly gasped, lurching forward as my mind finally remembered what I needed to finish doing.
"Here." She answered, handing it to me. I quickly pulled up my brother's contact number and pressed call.
"Hello?" He croaked, voice thick with sleep as I realized it was extremely early in the morning.
"Jensen, wake the fuck up. I'm about to send you coordinates. You know who to call" I said vaugly, knowing he would know what to do.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Jay, get it the fuck together and do your damn job!" I shouted, irritated at his confusion.
"Okay okay, I'll call him. Did you...?" He replied back, the last words stuttering out of his mouth as realization dawned on him.
"Apparently so. Now make the damn call. Those three are out in the fucking woods dealing with the dirty work. Just get Mark to call him."
"What in the flying fuck, Ky?! Why didn’t you call me?" He shouted, suddenly freaking out that he was left out.
"Didn’t have the time.”
“Are you okay?!”
"I'm alive, ain't I?" was all I knew to respond.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, okay. I’m on it.I love you."
"I love you too."
"Fuck yeah! I love this shit!" Keagan shouted in excitement, banging her fist on the roof of her truck as they loaded Anthony into the back of the SUV before joining him. I took shot gun and felt Jeffrey's arms slide around the front seat to wrap around my shoulders.
"You don't have to do this, you know. We could take him to the police."
"Yeah, where they can lock him up for six months and then he gets right back out?" Keagan inturrupted with a scoff, craning her head to give Jeffrey a look before returning her gaze to the road, "Besides, this is Nevada. I know the perfect place to go."
"You sound like you've done this before, girl." Norman piped in from the back, voice shaking in his nervousness but a smile still spreading across his face. There wasn't many things that scared Norman, and he was more afraid of ME at the time being then he really was of Anthony.
"Maybe I have. I'll never tell you. Anyways, while we're all on this lovely midnight stroll, how the fuck have you been, Corey?" She giggled herself, looking into the rearview mirror back to the still-silent man.
He cleared his throat, "Well, um. Currently about to aid a murder. Been good, I suppose."
"That's the fuckin' spirit, huh, Ky? Mind if I call you Ky? I know I just met you and all."
"Uh. Yeah, that's fine." I choked with a laugh of shock, eyes wide as I gave her a sideways glance.
We drove around for about an hour and half, to outside the city limits where the shiny lights of Las Vegas were just tiny stars on the horizon.
"Here." Keagan said as she pulled into a dark wooded area off a beaten road that no one could see.
The men pulled Anthony out of the back of the vehicle and pushed him towards the woods, following Keagan and I as I trailed behind her, letting her lead us to where she believed we needed to be.
"This is about as good a place as any, no one will hear him scream." She explained with a sigh, raking her fingers through her blonde hair in the darkness. Norman had turned on his flashlight on his phone as Jeffrey and Corey shoved Anthony to his knees.
"Good, 'cuz he's gonna." Norman promised.
"I get first punch." Jeffrey insisted, rearing his fist back and landing a powerful blow right in the center of the man's face, his nose instantly gushing blood while he groaned and fell over on his side.
"Get him the fuck back up." I demanded, Norman and Corey moving at once to right him.
"Anthony, do you know what you put me through, truly?" I began, walking up to where he knelt while pulling the butterfly knife I always carried with me out of my back pocket. He whined through his gag, trying to speak, eyes feral as he shook under my glare. Once the knife was flipped open, I feld the blade to his cheek, slicing gently into his skin as I drug it under the bandanna tied around his face to cut the gag loose.
"I asked you a fucking question."
"Kylin, I'm sorry, I love you and I-" He was inturupted by another one of Jeffrey's blows knocking him back over.
"Jeffrey!" I scolded, jerking my head in the direction of the scowling man.
"Fuck you, prick. You never loved her. You used her, tortured her, and abused her for the last four fucking years, and I'll be god damn if I let you lie to her in your last four fucking minutes." He growled, fists tightening at his sides in preparation for another pummel.
"He's right, you know, Puddin'. Three years of my life I spent completely devoted and dedicated to you. Let you beat me. Let you hit me. Let you cut me. But now it's all over, isn't it?"
"Kylin, please."
"Can we get this over with?" Corey complained from the back.
"Bored, Mr. Taylor?" I smirked as I turned my head to face him. He was stock still with his arms crossed over his broad chest, one eyebrow lifted in unamusement.
"Yeah, actually, I am."
"Well then, let's get the show started, shall we?"
It was several hours later, after I had finally drifted off back to sleep after the pain killers finally set in, that I felt a set of very familiar arms slide themselves around my body.
"Jeff?" I whispered, just to be sure I wasn't dreaming.
"I'm here, baby doll." he answered, curling his arms around me more.
"Did I really do it?" I asked, voice still breathy with my own amazement at myself.
"Yeah baby, you did." He squeezed me.
"I don't remember."
"Maybe that's for the best. You need your rest."
"But I want to remember."
"You don't need to, and maybe it will come to you. Just know that you took care of yourself and you ended it."
"This doesn't seem real."
"It's real, darlin', trust me. I seen it with my own eyes."
"I love you, Jeffrey."
"I love you too, Ky. Don't ever fucking scare me like that again. Norman called me panicing, and the only thing I could think of was that the last time I spoke to you we were arguing."
"I know. Me too. I thought I was going to die." Tears welled up into my eyes and my voice broke at the confession.
"But you didn't." He reminded me.
"Thanks to the gun jamming. Mother fucker never cleaned his guns correctly." I sighed again, turning over and facing him while shaking my head.
"Well, apparently that helped us all out last night." He chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment before returning them to me.
"Yeah. It did."
"Rest, baby girl. You need your sleep." He insisted, cooing over me as his palm spread over the side of my cheek and thumb rubbed under my eye.
"Don't leave, Please." I begged, scooting down on the bed to nuzzle my face in his chest.
"I ain't goin' no where." He promised, tightening his arms around me again before we drifted to sleep.
He was bloody. Covered in the gunky liquid that was seeping from the shallow gash across his chest. I had shoved the gag back in his mouth just because I was sick of hearing him beg and cry and plead. He just. wouldn't. shut. up.
"Jesus Christ, Ky, just put the poor bloke out of his fuckin' misery." Norman chided, waving a hand at Anthony as he twisted around where he stood, bouncing up and down on his feet impatiently.
"Fuck you, Reedus, I'm playing." I pouted, turning around and straddling the crying man's lap where he sat haunched down on his knees, "Hey, Anny, you remember that one time when we tried anal for the first time?"
He made a muffled noise that sounded something like "please" with widened eyes as I toyed the knife inside the meat exposed across his abdomen.
"Remember how you hurt me and you didn't stop, no matter how much I begged you?"
"Kylin, I can't listen to this," It was Jeffrey's rasp that came from behind us, instantly irritating me.
"Then fucking don't." I snapped, head jerking in his direction, "Ya'll all can leave for all I give a fuck."
"Can I hit him?" Keagan asked bluntly, hands on her hips as she looked between me and Jeffrey.
"Hit who?" Jeffrey retorted roughly, crossing his arms and popping his hip to scowl at the woman who just stood there chuckling at him,
"Him, moron, but with that attitude you'll do."
I quirked my eyebrow at her and tilted my head for a better look, "Hmm...In a minute. I'm busy with him now."
They quieted down again and I returned my attention to Anthony, "Do you remember that, Anny? Do you remember how I sounded?"
Gasping for any air he could find, he nodded his head franticly. He cringed as the tip of the blade ripped new flesh, leaving a fresh trail of crimson seeping out of him.
"So tell me, Anthony, why the fuck should I have mercy on you? You never had any for me. Everything that's happening to you is your own product. How does it feel, love?"
I woke again with a start, jerking in Jeffrey's arms as he tightened his grasp on me from behind.
"Woah, girl. I ain't prepared for a rodeo."
"Jeffrey."
" "M here, baby love."
I instantly calmed down and melted back into his chest, his nose finding its way into my hair to rub my ear as his lips kissed my jaw and neck.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"How're you feeling?"
"Like I murdered someone."
"Well, uh..."
"I'm okay, actually, I think. I feel better." I nodded, suddenly hearing the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I reached over for it and saw Jensen's face, smirking at the funny expression before answering it.
"Is it done?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"Should I make this like the movie and hang up and destroy my phone now?"
"See, that's why we can't have nice things, Jensen." I snorted, shaking my ehad.
"Pshhh. Whatever."
"Anyways. I love you. Thank you, and I'll see you soon." Jeffrey had scootched down the bed to rest his face on my stomach.
"You comin' back to Vancouver?" he gasped, obvious hope in his voice.
"In about a week or so, yeah. Me and Misha have some things to take care of." I lowerd a hand and ran my fingers through Jeff's hair, finding the silky sensations of his strands mezmorizing
"So you really just did that and are now going back to your normal every day life?"
"Yes." I said it like it was oh so very obvious, shrugging my shoulders slightly.
"You sure you're okay, sis?"
"Of course I'm not okay, brother, but I will be. I promise." I sighed, watching Jeffrey's eyes dart to mine as he looked up at me with concern.
"If you....need help, we're here, you know that?" Jensen assured at the same time that Jeff did with his glare.
"Yes, brother." I rolled my eyes. Jeffrey grabbed my thigh and gave me a scoling brow-lift. I gave him a look back but nodded.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He was on the verge of passing out now, and by this time I was covered in as much blood as he was.
"Can I fuckin' hit him yet?"
"Jesus woman, you're just as fucking psycho as she is!" Norman rang out, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically and shaking his head, probably wondering about the kind of women he chose to keep company with.
"Sure, why not?" I shrugged, standing and stepping away from him so she could get her lick in.
"Ya know, I knew someone like you before," She started, rolling up her sleaves as Anthony groaned grogilly, "He's in prison now, but this...this is what he deserves." She reared back and cracked his face, directly in the middle of his forhead and sent him soaring back into the dirt again.
"Will you end this now, sweetheart? Let's get back." Jeffrey begged, coming up behind me and putting a hand on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. Anyone want a final pop in before it's over?" I asked, gesturing like a game show host to the almost-dead man.
Norman took three strides forward and kicked him in the mouth, his teeth flying in different directions.
"Alright. It's time." Jeff said sternly, over the situation and wanting to be done.
"Any last words, ass face?" I sneered, jerking the bandanna out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry Kylin, I-" But was cut off by his own blood choking him as it rushed into his mouth. His head rolled back from the deep gash in his throat as he suffocated in his own crimson.
“Wrong.” I spat, reveling in the way his eyes died.
"I got pizza, hope you guys like Pepperoni." Keagan said, gesturing to the coffee table as we finally exited her bedroom, Jeffery walking with his arm over my shoulder to steady me in case of any lightheadedness.
"Thanks so much." I replied as we sat down, Jeffery instantly grabbing one of the paper plates beside the box and getting me a slice.
"I mean, you did just kinda...yeah. Anyways, I'm gonna stop talking. I talk too much."
"Yeah you do, you fuckin' psycho." Norman replied with a chuckle, coming in from the kitchen looking like he'd showered recently. The sight of his wet hair made me look down at my own flesh, half expecting to see bits of blood still littering my skin. I was surprisingly clean, besides maybe a few lines of red under my fingernails.
"I cleaned you up, afterwards. You kinda just...passed out. I hope that's okay." She explained when she saw my confusion.
"Yeah, thanks." I smiled, liking this girl a little bit more.
I nibbled on the pizza until it was gone, exhaustion baring over me again as I slouched back into the couch with Jeff's arms wrapped around me. Everyone had gathered in the living room, and I had been told Corey had left shortly after they'd gotten back that morning.
"Probably never going to talk to me again." I mumbled, rolling my eyes with a huff.
"He will, trust me. I've known Corey for a while now, he...He's a good man." She said, sounding like she wanted to say more but wasn't going to speak for anyone. I gave her a small smile in reply and nodded my head, hoping she was right.
"Thank you for everything, guys. Thank you for being here and helping me." I said, looking around at the three people who had been there for me during the roughest 24 hours of my life. I’d never been more grateful for them and my brother and Corey than anyone in my life.
"Anytime, Sweetheart." Norman replied, throwing his arm over Keagan as she plopped down beside him on the couch to start a movie and the rest of our lives.