I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'


22. 'Go on, shoot me.'

Reuben's POV


Pain was twisting itself in my stomach, and I wanted to vomit so badly, but I just couldn't. For one, I'd probably wake Tori up, and she'd have another panic attack as to why I was barfing. Secondly, my body just couldn't bring it up. Either there wasn't enough food inside of me, or I was drained of energy. Probably both, now I think about it.

"Dude, you should probably wake her up," Blake shout-whispered, leaning forwards slightly.

"Nah, let her sleep. She deserves it," I replied, my voice soft, as not to wake her.

Normally, she looked like an Angel as she slept, her features relaxed, a small smile playing with her lips. Her thick, dark eyelashes just brushing her cheeks, in a perfect curve. Her hair, the colour of the rising sun, cascading around her shoulders, shining slightly, because of how much she fussed over it.  However, now, she was the complete opposite. Her eyelashes were clustered together, from rubbing her eyes so much. Her golden hair was dull, hanging around her shoulders in rats tails. A small frown overtook her perfect features, as she uncomfortably gained a few hours of sleep. Nonetheless, she was still beautiful.

To be fair, I was still annoyed with Blake. I specifically asked him to look after her, and that I was trusting him with her life. So what does he do? Comes along, and brings her to an Angel concentration camp. It wasn't the nicest of places to bring someone as fragile as her. More than one Angel dies everyday, and it's not the basic gunning. 

"What are they going to do to her?" Blake suddenly asked, making me lift my gaze from Tori, to him.

Involuntarily, my jaw tightened, and I gritted my teeth so hard, they could shatter, "They want to torture her," I spat.

Blake cringed, knowing exactly what they could, and would do to her. Blake had been in here before, only for a year, but he'd been scarred, just like me. Honestly, whatever goes through their minds must be strong. Or maybe they're drug induced. It would make sense.

"Where am I?" a groggy voice mumbled, and my eyes snapped to see Tori gradually waking up.

I stay silent for a second, and her eyes suddenly widen, as she remembered what happened. At first, I thought she was going to cry, but she sucked it up, and I smiled slightly. She was trying to be strong, and it was the most adorable thing ever.

"So... I'm guessing they don't do eggs, sunny-side up?" she muttered, a hint of humour in her voice.

Chuckling, I shake my head slightly, finding her attempt at a joke entertaining. At least she wasn't angry, depressed, worried, or anything other negative emotion I was currently experiencing. That was I loved her; she always looked on the bright side; she could always cheer me up; she was generally perfect.

"Nah, I don't think they do," I mumbled back, meeting her soft gaze.

Her eyes were grey, from just waking up, a few streaks of emerald green lighting up. She looked so innocent, her eyes a fraction wider than a normal persons', a beautiful colour, just like her personality. However, it just urged me to kill the people keeping her here, ever so slightly more. Of course, I already had a thirst for their blood, but seeing her made me simply dehydrated. I could kill them, and think back upon it without guilt. I'd look back at it, a smirk on my lips, please with my work.

"What are you thinking about?" Tori asked, clearly noticing the smug look I had on my face.

"Nothing," I whispered, putting my poker face back on, along with my barrier.

"Right," she sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes at me.

I held my smirk back, knowing it would provoke her to ask me again. Tori was a... What's the word...? Pacifist? And I'm not sure how well telling her I was having homicidal thoughts would go down. She may want to kill them, but it would take a lot for her to even slap them, let alone put a knife through them, or a bullet. If I had a knife right now...

"When's Mollie supposed to get here?" Blake interrupted my sadistic imagination, peering around Tori.

"I don't know. She might be trying right now, but they've tightened their security, since someone decided to break in yesterday," I hinted.

"Whoa, who broke in?!" Blake asked in disbelief, and if I had a knife, it'd be a toss up between the idiots who worked there, and Blake.

Tori sighed, and hung her head, ashamed of Blake's stupidity, as did I. Seriously, he must have been dropped on his head multiple times as a baby. Or skipped every single day of school ever given to him. Or his mind was covered in a thick haze of fog, after watching the Twilight series. (Sorry to any Twilight fans, but it's true...) 

"Oh... Sorry," Blake murmured, clearly clicking.

"You're an idiot," Tori stated, not bothering to lift her chin from her chest.

"I was dropped on my head as a baby, okay?!" he defended himself.

CALLED IT! Just saying...

"Right," Tori used the same tone, she did for me earlier, as the door clicked open.

All three of us snapped our attention to the door, Will's light snoring still continuing. My insides squirmed, and it felt like my lungs were pumping in my mouth, as I waited to see who would walk in. 

There isn't even a comparison to show how I felt, at what happened next. Both Mollie and Ollie came in, but neither walked. They were unconscious - maybe even dead - their hands tied behind their backs, duct tape sealing their mouths. Awkwardly, they landed on the floor in a heap, from literally being tossed in the room.

Okay, there isn't a comparison, so I'll just tell you what happened.

Anger rippled through my body, knotting itself in every vein, tightening itself around my emotions. My jaw clenched so tight, it could dislocate itself, and my nostrils flared. I loved Mollie, she was practically my sister, and I loved Ollie as a brother. He was my loves brother, and that made him mine, also. Here they were, before me, on the verge of death, taunting us, because I got us in this situation.

It was my fault. I did this. Drake's gone because of me. My sister might be too. Ollie and Mollie could well be joining them. Tori was so close to he torture I experienced for many years. God knows what would happen to Blake and Will.

So, instead of channelling my emotions, like I could if I wanted to, I let them twist through my bloodstream, turning my blood cold. A tarantula was crawling down my spine, digging its talons into my bones. In one, swift movement, I ripped my hands forward, followed by my ankles. With a loud clattering, I heard bricks fall to the floor, dust clouds soon filling my vision. The chains still hung loosely from my wrists, but I didn't care. A few chains weren't going to restrain me from murder.

Three men wandered in, clearly pleased with their work, upon the two people I loved, lying on the floor. Their expressions distorted into pure fear, as they saw me, standing proudly, my chest rising and falling with each breath of anger. I kept my teeth bared, a snarl rippling through my lips.

"Reuben..." one of them warned, taking a step back.

I didn't say anything, I just felt my pulse beating against my temple, telling me to kill them with my bare hands. I knew both of my eyes were black at that point, any sense of my Angel side vaporising to the hidden parts of my conscience. 

 The click of a gun didn't even sway me, as it was pointed directly at me. The man holding it was trembling, if he shot me, it wouldn't be anywhere that could kill me. Maybe my leg again, or something.

"Go on, shoot me," I dared him, clenching my fists into tight balls, ready to swing a punch at anyone or anything.

Taking up my offer, he pulled the trigger, the force aiming the bullet into my shoulder. The piercing made my shoulder jerk back, but I couldn't feel the pain. My anger absorbed any sense of agony, and I continued forward, taking long strides, until my fist collided with his face. Each time I hit him, some sense of anxiety relief flooded through me, so I continued to do it.

After I was done, his 'pretty' face would look like the back end of Daniel. Yes, I went there.

Soon enough, I was grabbing his collar, to hold him up, because he couldn't do it himself. The other two men stood by watching in shock, paralysed. I beat him to the ground, blood falling from him like a river. I enjoyed every damn second of it.

Ripping his gun from his dead hand, I shot the other two men, as they shot me. One bullet went cleanly into my other shoulder, and the other bullet completely missed me. Their lifeless bodies slumped to the ground, two holes between their eyes. Not a single ounce of guilt filled me, as I kicked them in the ribs, for good measure. 

Instantly, I freeze, taking a few deep breaths. The pain started to register somewhere inside of me, as the anger slowly slipped away from me. Still, no regret came, and I turned around, to look at the others, still chained to the wall.

Will was wide awake, his eyes wide, same for Blake. If I didn't know them, there was no way I could tell them apart at that moment. I then sucked my pride up, and met Tori's gaze. Her eyes were glazed over, unmoving, as she blatantly stared at me. Her mouth hung open slightly, her head cocked to the side, resting on one shoulder.

Something just wasn't right. I could expect the disappointment, or anger towards me, but she didn't look like that. She just seemed... Empty.

My eyes slowly left her face, and travelled down her body. Vomit, bile, blood, sweat and every other substance in my body rose up my throat, as I took her in. The men who shot me... Two hit my shoulders, the other missed me. He missed because he wasn't aiming at me. He was aiming at Tori's chest. 

And let me tell you now, he had a perfect bulls eye.



So, um, like, on mystery and suspense, most popular, all time... IKYT 1 is third. 3 is fifth, and 2 is sixth. Guys I just love you okay?

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