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.'


23. 'I don't want Demon germs.'

Tori's POV


I felt really weird. Not numb, as such, but something along those lines. I could see perfectly fine, other than the occasional blur, however, my hearing felt as though I was under water or something. Whatever was wrong with me, I didn't like it.

Curses were falling from Reuben's mouth like he was the dictionary of profanities, his eyes glued to mine. He was probably experiencing the regret of killing those men, but I wasn't expecting him to flip out so much. The hatred he had for them was clear, and he wasn't exactly the type of person to feel guilt from that. 

"Reuben, calm down," I instructed, but it felt like my lips weren't moving. Nor did any sound come out.

"Reuben!" Blake shouted at the top of his lungs, trying his best to gain Reuben's attention.

After telling where Blake should go shove it, Reuben resorted to punching the wall. His teeth were ground together, refusing to make any contact with us. Well, he could at least let us down from the wall, before he had his anger/panic/anxiety attack.

"Reuben!" Blake yelled again, the pounding in my head just getting heavier.

Once again, Blake was told where he should shove it, as the wall took a pretty rough beating. Five minutes later, Reuben pulled away, blood running from his knuckles, bruises already turning his skin blue. Unfortunately, only a fraction of what he felt had been released, but he no longer had the energy to beat inanimate objects.

Heartbreakingly, he collapsed to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, sobbing so hard, I wanted to cry too. In fact, I tried crying, but I couldn't. Like my waterworks had been cut off, or something. At first, it was heavy sobbing, but after a few minutes, it transformed into gut-wrenching cries, screams of emotional pain mixed in.

"Reuben, please just listen," Blake whispered, trying a different approach.

"No! No! It's my fault!" he screamed in return, burying his face further into his knees.

"You didn't do it, he did!" Blake pointed at one of the men, lying on the cold, hard ground.

"I know I didn't do it, but he did it because of me!" he croaked, the crying sapping his voice away.

What they were talking about, was well past me. I knew Reuben had been shot a couple times, but I didn't understand the context they were speaking in. Why would Reuben feel like that, if he'd been shot?

"God dammit Reuben, just listen to us for five seconds!" Will yelled, speaking for the first time in a while.

"You're just going to feed me a pile of bull! It's not your fault, you couldn't have stopped it from happening, you didn't kill her," he hissed, his eyes narrowed at the boys.

Didn't kill her? Was Mollie dead?! Oh God, no, no, no. She couldn't be dead. The guilt would eat all of us alive, and how was I supposed to live without one of my best friends in the entire world? 

My question was answered with a 'no', when she started mumbling in her unconsciousness. Ollie was doing the same, as they gradually woke up, pain etched over their faces. Reuben completely ignored them, though, he was more focused on something, agony creasing every inch of him.

"But you didn't kill her," Blake murmured; I could imagine his eyes turning soft, enticing anyone.

"But I did," Reuben curtly replied, using the same tone.

Next to me, I just felt Blake lose it. From the short time I'd known him, I knew he had a short temper, and his patience with Reuben just evaporated entirely.

"Alright then, you-" insert several colourful words, "-It is your fault, you killed her, you grabbed that gun, and you shot Tori in the chest! You're the one being selfish, we could be getting out of here, but no, you're having a break down, from something you could have stopped!"

Reuben didn't try to defend himself, he took it all, because he believed every word given to him, and-


Shot Tori in the chest...

I was dead?! Why could I see, and hear, and... Well, that's about it, but still. I thought everything shut down when you died. I guess no one has really ever lived, to be able to tell us what happens during death. It does explain an awful lot though.

I never felt the piercing of my heart, likewise I never felt it when I got shot in the shoulder all those years back. Maybe I was immune to bullet pain or something. Okay, that does not matter, I have bigger issues at hand.

Reuben and Blake were communicating through their eyes, Reuben's were red and puffy from crying his soul to sleep. 

"Dude..." Blake suddenly breathed, "Your eyes... They're both blue again!"

"It's because Tori doesn't need my heart anymore, so it's beating for me," he bitterly explained.

"You know what that means, right?" Blake pried, clearly understanding something.

"I'm a Guardian Angel again, hence why we're going to argue a lot more," Reuben managed to choke out some form of a joke, but it was weak.

"And what does being a Guardian Angel mean you can do?" Blake was beginning to lose his patience again.

"Influence my betas to do the right thing; have a photographic memory; pick new Guardian Angels- Pick new Guardian Angels!" Reuben gasped, as he managed to realise what Blake was suggesting.

"And I'm pretty sure you know a girl who'd be good for the job," I could feel Blake's grin beside me.

"I'd hug you right now, but I don't want Demon germs," Reuben cocked his lip, in fake disgust.

"Good, Angel infection is the last thing I want... But... I'd appreciate it if you could let me down from this damn wall."

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