Hunter sent Sebastian an ‘I told you’ look, but he didn’t say anything. Sebastian just sighed and drew a hand through his hair.
“Kurt, I know it sounds a little strange-““Oh, you think so?”
Kurt began pacing, and Hunter rolled his eyes again.
“Two boys, that I barely know, come and tell me that boyfriend didn’t commit suicide after all, no, he was killed by an angry spirit, and now I need to help them kill said spirit. How could that ever seem strange?” Kurt spat, and Sebastian flinched. Yeah, it did sound rather crazy, but this was important.
“Kurt, please. Just listen” Sebastian pleaded, looking at Kurt with begging eyes “You have to believe us. This spirit killed Blaine, and we have reason to believe that it will kill you next”
Kurt rolled his eyes.
“That’s ridiculous!” he snapped. Sebastian looked like he was about to retort, but Kurt cut him off “I won’t hear another word of this. You are both crazy” he grabbed his blazer jacket and left the room without another word.
Sebastian slumped down in a chair.
“Well, that went well” Hunter stated, and Sebastian turned to glare at him “Shut up”
Kurt was angry. Really, who did Sebastian Marshall think he was? He was not that stupid. He sighed and flopped down on his bed, already dressed in his nightwear, and ready to go to sleep. He thought that Sebastian was his friend that was at least what he had been telling him.
They had grown quite close, even though the Marshall brothers hadn’t been there for long, and Kurt had actually liked being around Sebastian. He groaned and covered himself with the blanket. Well, that was the past now.
Sebastian hadn’t returned to their room. It might have something to do with the fact that Kurt had his key, and he had locked the door. Whoops.
Kurt snuggled up in bed, still mad at Sebastian for making fun of him like that, when he heard something. He looked up, and saw that the light was on in the bathroom. He frowned; he was certain that he had turned it off when he went to bed, anyway, he rose from his bed and walked towards the bedroom when he saw something. He froze.
“Who are you? What are you doing in my room?” he snapped.
The person, a boy, turned around and looked at Kurt, who gulped. The boy was a little smaller than Kurt, he was wearing a Dalton uniform, but it looked old, his black hair was flat, and matted to his forehead. Kurt was certain that he had never seen him in his entire life.
“Fag” the boy said, his voice sounding like it came from another world, raspy and kinda distant.
“I-I beg your pardon?” Kurt stuttered, and the boy smirked.
“Fag” he repeated, an evil glint in his eyes.
Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat and straightened his back.
“Dalton has a very strict anti-bullying policy, so I suggest that you go to your own room before I have to report you to the headmaster” Kurt managed to say, surprising himself with the steadiness of his voice. The boy just smirked at him.
“Is that so, fag?” the boy said, and Kurt felt the anger rise in him.
“I am serious. Get out of my room. I don’t even know how you got in here in the first place the door is…” his voice trailed off as the boy suddenly disappeared.
Kurt felt his mouth go dry, and he looked around in the entire room. People didn’t just disappear. That wasn’t possible. He had to be in here somewhere.
Unfortunately, he was right. Kurt was about to give up and just go back to sleep, when he felt something tighten around his throat.
As he moved his hands to it, he realized that it was the tie from his uniform. He gasped for air, but the tie was held tight around his next. The boy laughed behind.
Kurt was just about to give up every hope when he heard a familiar voice.
“Kurt?!” Sebastian yelled.
Kurt tried to form an answer, but all there came out was a raspy “Seb”.
It was apparently enough though, because soon someone began barging at the door, and Kurt could only assume that it was Sebastian.
He was seeing black spots for his eyes when the doors bust open and Sebastian barged into the room and… was that a shotgun he was carrying?
“Step away from him!” he snapped, pointing the shotgun at the boy behind him, who hissed.
Sebastian seemed to lose his patience, and expertly fired a shot at the boy, who, by some reason, disappeared.
With nothing holding him up, Kurt fell over, gasping for breath.
Sebastian was over him a second later, holding him up so that he could breathe properly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, worry clear in his green eyes, Kurt nodded slowly, still trying to regain his breath.
“Hi, Seb?” he said, his voice still raspy from almost being choked.
“Yeah?” Sebastian said, still holding Kurt up.
“I think I believe you now”