Fic: Kill All Your Friends
Title: Kill All Your Friends
Author: firetruckyouxx
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, murder, slightly gory, blood, MAJOR character death, mental instability, breakup!fic, mentions of sex, swearing, violence, OOC-ness
Pairing: Ian/Anthony, Anthony/OFC, slight Ian/Melanie
Summary: When Anthony announced it was over, something just came over Ian.
Author Note: God, I feel so asshole-ish right now. D; I'm sorry I haven't posted in a month. And this fanfic probably doesn't make up for it but I tried. BE AWARE: THIS IS NOT FLUFFY AT LIKE ALL...umm yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, My Chemical Romance (I wish I did though :P) or the song "Kill All Your Friends". This never happened either.
They've been fighting for three days straight. Someone was yet to throw something. It was bound to be Ian to throw the first object. He never could really contain his anger anyway.
It all was because Anthony came home drunk one night with a girl looped around his arm, lips locked. Ian had completely flipped out. Anthony knew that Ian was cheated on before and found out right before he was going to ask the person to marry him. Anthony also knew Ian still hadn't recovered from the heartbreak.
Ian screamed and yelled at Anthony, shocking the drunken man, and yelled at the girl to go home. She protested, claiming that Anthony had begged her to come home with him. That really set Ian over the edge. He was livid, of course, but he just walked away, hands raised in defeat.
Anthony swore he heard Ian say, "Have fun with your little whore."
Anthony, oblivious to Ian's rage, fucked the girl on the couch and then made her go home. He had always been a horny drunk, Ian could tell you that much.
The next morning, Ian came out of the bedroom he and Anthony shared to find Anthony sleeping on the leather couch, nude. Ian kicked Anthony out, allowing him to grab a few of his belongings. Anthony figured that Ian would forgive him soon enough. That was his second of many mistakes.
His third mistake was showing up at his baby blue house that next day, expecting Ian to have gotten over it already. Ian just shook his head as the tears dripping from his eyes when he opened the door to find the man that broke his heart standing at the door, begging for forgiveness.
Ian really tried not to give in, he really did, but he did anyway. Anthony always found a way back into his heart. Anthony promised he would make it up to Ian. He sort of did when he fucked Ian into the bed that night.
The forgiveness only lasted a few hours. After the two men woke up after the mind-blowing sex, Anthony announced it was over. And when he did, something just snapped in Ian.
Ian scurried to the kitchen, eyes wide and started to search for something. Anthony followed him curiously, wondering what the lack of reaction was about. He expected Ian to scream, cry, beg, plead and throw things at Anthony. That's when Anthony saw it.
Ian was clutching a butcher knife, cuddling with it. Anthony's skin paled, his eyes widened and he broke out into a cold sweat.
Was Ian going to...?
That's when Ian turned around, the knife turning towards Anthony. It was like one of the horror movies that Ian insisted they watched. But now, it wasn't a movie. It was real.
"Ian...what are you doing?" Anthony tried to sound strong and grounded but his voice came out squeaky and it kept cracking.
Ian stayed silent. Anthony looked into his crystal blue eyes, trying to find some emotion. He searched and searched but it was a lost cause. All he could see was heartbreak. All other emotion was sucked away from Ian. And it was all because of him.
Ian inched closer towards Anthony and Anthony really started to panic.
"Fuck! Ian! Put that knife down!" Anthony pleaded but Ian didn't place the knife down. In fact, he took a step closer towards him.
"Ian! Seriously, you're fucking scaring me. Just put the fucking-"
"Shut up Anthony."
Anthony's eyes widened even more. "Ian, listen-"
"I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP," Ian screeched, mere centimeters away from Anthony now.
"Ian," Anthony whimpered pathetically.
"I love you," Ian said and then stuck the knife into Anthony's chest.
The blood started to flow right away, dripping down the cool, metal blade. It bled right through Anthony's clothes and dripped onto the tile floor. Anthony whimpered and groaned in pain, praying for God to have mercy on him.
"I thought you said you loved me," Anthony choked out before throwing up blood.
"I always will love you," Ian responded in a whisper, kissing Anthony's lips. "I'll see you in hell."
And with that, Ian fled the house, taking only a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels that Anthony never knew he had and two switchblades. Anthony tried to reach the phone to call 911 but he didn't make it in time. He died just before he could hit the last digit.
--
It's been two days since he killed Anthony. He knew the police were probably searching for him. He was most likely the prime suspect as of right now. It was good that Melanie was such a good friend. She swore she wouldn't judge him, and she didn't. She even offered him a place to stay.
Ian counted on Melanie for everything. She was his go-to person. Melanie had became his go-to person when he started dating Anthony. He didn't tell Anthony all his secrets anymore but he told Melanie. She listened to him and gave him advice, like Anthony used to before they became a couple.
Ian told Melanie all about the night when Anthony came home, drunk, with a girl and started to cry as he tried to tell her about how he killed Anthony, the only person he's ever truly loved. Melanie hugged him to her chest, whispering sweet nothings as Ian sobbed. She held him for two hours straight as he mourned over Anthony's death. The death he had caused.
Melanie came home from work one night and looked around her apartment for Ian. She found a note instead. As she read it, she cried.
Melanie,
Thank you. I love you. Thank you for everything and I'm sorry for putting this on you. I promise I will make it up to you some day. I'll see you soon, I just need to take care of some business, tie up some loose ends.
xoxo,
Ian
Melanie wondered what loose ends Ian needed to tie up? She prayed to God that he was careful, for her sake and his own.
--
Ian rang the bell of a studio apartment in downtown Sacramento. A short girl with dirty blonde hair answered the door, looking tired and sleep-deprived.
"Dina?" Ian asked, his eyes on the girl he had seen with Anthony a few days ago, the one that insisted Anthony had begged her to come home with him.
"Oh my god, you're Anthony's roommate," Dina said, analyzing Ian.
She then tried to slam the door in Ian's face but he wouldn't allow it. He held the door open with his hand and them pushed his way inside. Dina was clearly dumbstruck.
"We were actually boyfriends," Ian snapped at her as he locked the door.
"E-excuse me?" Dina stuttered.
"Perhaps Anthony forgot the mention that one little detail. Anthony was my boyfriend, as in he was gay," Ian smirked at her as he inched closer to the blonde.
"Y-you're lying," she stuttered again.
Ian laughed cruelly. "He fucked me right after you left, telling me that you meant nothing," Ian told her.
A sob escaped from Dina's lips. "He told me I was special," she whispered.
"Yeah, well, Anthony tends to lie a lot," Ian scoffed.
Tears streamed down Dina's face and Ian couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. She actually believed that her and Anthony could have been something. It was strange to Ian how gullible some people were.
But Ian couldn't be distracted. He had a job to do and then he would go to Melanie. He pulled out a switchblade he had taken with him from Anthony and his old house.
Let's just get this over with, Ian thought and then charged towards the blonde.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Dina tried to scream but Ian had covered her mouth.
Ian stuck the knife info her chest, where her heart was. She tried to scream but it was muffled by Ian's hand. The color of her skin started to fade and her eyes started to close. Her breathing suddenly stopped and there was no more screaming.
Ian left the blade in her chest and fled the scene, making sure no one saw him. He exited the apartment building as cautiously and quickly as he could. Walking five blocks, he found the familiar apartment building and quickly used his key and ran up ten flights. He needed to get to Melanie's apartment as quick as possible. It wasn't safe out here.
When he reached apartment 1026J, Ian quickly unlocked the door and threw himself inside, breathing rapidly through his mouth. Melanie was curled up in a ball on the couch, watching re-runs of Friends.
"Hey Ian," she said quietly as he moved towards the couch and wrapped her up in his arms.
"Hey Mel."
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.
Ian shook his head and let himself break down. Melanie stroked his hair and whispered soothing words into his ear.
"S-she said that A-anthony said she was s-s-special," Ian sobbed into her chest.
Melanie caught on after a few moments and continued to pet Ian and try and soothe him.
"A-Anthony said w-we were just r-roommates," Ian squeaked.
Melanie felt her anger boiling. She couldn't believe Anthony, the only person Ian had taken any interest in, had even done that. That bastard deserved what he got.
Ian sobbed for another forty minutes before Melanie suggested that they should go to bed. "You've have a long day," Melanie said.
Ian agreed and slumped off to his and Melanie's shared bedroom. Melanie had offered Ian the extra bedroom but Ian usually slept in Melanie's bed because of the many nightmares he had.
Melanie sighed and pushed herself off the couch as well and followed Ian into their bedroom.
--
The next morning, Melanie woke up without Ian at her side, which was odd since it was seven in the morning. Ian usually slept until one in the afternoon.
Melanie got out of bed and stretched then went into the bathroom to go get ready for work. As she was making coffee, she turned on the news and was completely shocked to see what was on the news.
Ian turned himself in to the police. The guilt must've been eating him alive. Melanie couldn't believe Ian was that caring. He must've loved Anthony so much that he couldn't deal with it anymore.
A white piece of paper was left on the coffee table. Their were multiple tear stains and ink splatters.
Mel,
I couldn't thank you enough for what you did. There will a special place in Heaven for you. I'm turning myself in. I can't live with the pain anymore. No one will know you helped me except for the two of us. I wish you the best and maybe we'll see each other sometime.
I love you so much,
Ian
Melanie cried for fifteen minutes straight before she picked herself up and walked to the bathroom to clean up her smudged make-up. She needed the be strong for Ian. Ian would want her to live her life to the fullest. And that's exactly what she's going to do.
--
Two years later
"Ian!"
She ran towards her best friend, hugging him tightly.
"Hey Mel," Ian laughed, hugging her back.
Ian looked pretty good. It was clear he was shaving, it looked like he had been exercising and he hadn't lost an unhealthy amount of weight.
"How are you holding up?" she asked.
Ian shrugged. "Haven't had prison sex yet so I guess I'm doing okay," he joked.
Melanie laughed loudly, attracting the attention of other prisoners and their company. It was good to see Ian smiling and joking around again. It's been almost three years since Ian was truly happy.
They talked for a little while longer until one of the guards announced that his time was up.
"I'll see you next week, okay?" Melanie said, hugging Ian.
"Sure Mel, see you soon."
"Love you," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," he grinned at her and then allowed the guard to take him away.
He couldn't wait until next week.
END
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Author Notes: Just to clarify: Ian and Melanie relationship was strictly friendship. I really hope this fic makes up for all the lost time. Probably not since there isn't a lot of slash but I swear, I will cook up a slashy and fluffy fanfic next.
Author: firetruckyouxx
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, murder, slightly gory, blood, MAJOR character death, mental instability, breakup!fic, mentions of sex, swearing, violence, OOC-ness
Pairing: Ian/Anthony, Anthony/OFC, slight Ian/Melanie
Summary: When Anthony announced it was over, something just came over Ian.
Author Note: God, I feel so asshole-ish right now. D; I'm sorry I haven't posted in a month. And this fanfic probably doesn't make up for it but I tried. BE AWARE: THIS IS NOT FLUFFY AT LIKE ALL...umm yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, My Chemical Romance (I wish I did though :P) or the song "Kill All Your Friends". This never happened either.
They've been fighting for three days straight. Someone was yet to throw something. It was bound to be Ian to throw the first object. He never could really contain his anger anyway.
It all was because Anthony came home drunk one night with a girl looped around his arm, lips locked. Ian had completely flipped out. Anthony knew that Ian was cheated on before and found out right before he was going to ask the person to marry him. Anthony also knew Ian still hadn't recovered from the heartbreak.
Ian screamed and yelled at Anthony, shocking the drunken man, and yelled at the girl to go home. She protested, claiming that Anthony had begged her to come home with him. That really set Ian over the edge. He was livid, of course, but he just walked away, hands raised in defeat.
Anthony swore he heard Ian say, "Have fun with your little whore."
Anthony, oblivious to Ian's rage, fucked the girl on the couch and then made her go home. He had always been a horny drunk, Ian could tell you that much.
The next morning, Ian came out of the bedroom he and Anthony shared to find Anthony sleeping on the leather couch, nude. Ian kicked Anthony out, allowing him to grab a few of his belongings. Anthony figured that Ian would forgive him soon enough. That was his second of many mistakes.
His third mistake was showing up at his baby blue house that next day, expecting Ian to have gotten over it already. Ian just shook his head as the tears dripping from his eyes when he opened the door to find the man that broke his heart standing at the door, begging for forgiveness.
Ian really tried not to give in, he really did, but he did anyway. Anthony always found a way back into his heart. Anthony promised he would make it up to Ian. He sort of did when he fucked Ian into the bed that night.
The forgiveness only lasted a few hours. After the two men woke up after the mind-blowing sex, Anthony announced it was over. And when he did, something just snapped in Ian.
Ian scurried to the kitchen, eyes wide and started to search for something. Anthony followed him curiously, wondering what the lack of reaction was about. He expected Ian to scream, cry, beg, plead and throw things at Anthony. That's when Anthony saw it.
Ian was clutching a butcher knife, cuddling with it. Anthony's skin paled, his eyes widened and he broke out into a cold sweat.
Was Ian going to...?
That's when Ian turned around, the knife turning towards Anthony. It was like one of the horror movies that Ian insisted they watched. But now, it wasn't a movie. It was real.
"Ian...what are you doing?" Anthony tried to sound strong and grounded but his voice came out squeaky and it kept cracking.
Ian stayed silent. Anthony looked into his crystal blue eyes, trying to find some emotion. He searched and searched but it was a lost cause. All he could see was heartbreak. All other emotion was sucked away from Ian. And it was all because of him.
Ian inched closer towards Anthony and Anthony really started to panic.
"Fuck! Ian! Put that knife down!" Anthony pleaded but Ian didn't place the knife down. In fact, he took a step closer towards him.
"Ian! Seriously, you're fucking scaring me. Just put the fucking-"
"Shut up Anthony."
Anthony's eyes widened even more. "Ian, listen-"
"I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP," Ian screeched, mere centimeters away from Anthony now.
"Ian," Anthony whimpered pathetically.
"I love you," Ian said and then stuck the knife into Anthony's chest.
The blood started to flow right away, dripping down the cool, metal blade. It bled right through Anthony's clothes and dripped onto the tile floor. Anthony whimpered and groaned in pain, praying for God to have mercy on him.
"I thought you said you loved me," Anthony choked out before throwing up blood.
"I always will love you," Ian responded in a whisper, kissing Anthony's lips. "I'll see you in hell."
And with that, Ian fled the house, taking only a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels that Anthony never knew he had and two switchblades. Anthony tried to reach the phone to call 911 but he didn't make it in time. He died just before he could hit the last digit.
--
It's been two days since he killed Anthony. He knew the police were probably searching for him. He was most likely the prime suspect as of right now. It was good that Melanie was such a good friend. She swore she wouldn't judge him, and she didn't. She even offered him a place to stay.
Ian counted on Melanie for everything. She was his go-to person. Melanie had became his go-to person when he started dating Anthony. He didn't tell Anthony all his secrets anymore but he told Melanie. She listened to him and gave him advice, like Anthony used to before they became a couple.
Ian told Melanie all about the night when Anthony came home, drunk, with a girl and started to cry as he tried to tell her about how he killed Anthony, the only person he's ever truly loved. Melanie hugged him to her chest, whispering sweet nothings as Ian sobbed. She held him for two hours straight as he mourned over Anthony's death. The death he had caused.
Melanie came home from work one night and looked around her apartment for Ian. She found a note instead. As she read it, she cried.
Melanie,
Thank you. I love you. Thank you for everything and I'm sorry for putting this on you. I promise I will make it up to you some day. I'll see you soon, I just need to take care of some business, tie up some loose ends.
xoxo,
Ian
Melanie wondered what loose ends Ian needed to tie up? She prayed to God that he was careful, for her sake and his own.
--
Ian rang the bell of a studio apartment in downtown Sacramento. A short girl with dirty blonde hair answered the door, looking tired and sleep-deprived.
"Dina?" Ian asked, his eyes on the girl he had seen with Anthony a few days ago, the one that insisted Anthony had begged her to come home with him.
"Oh my god, you're Anthony's roommate," Dina said, analyzing Ian.
She then tried to slam the door in Ian's face but he wouldn't allow it. He held the door open with his hand and them pushed his way inside. Dina was clearly dumbstruck.
"We were actually boyfriends," Ian snapped at her as he locked the door.
"E-excuse me?" Dina stuttered.
"Perhaps Anthony forgot the mention that one little detail. Anthony was my boyfriend, as in he was gay," Ian smirked at her as he inched closer to the blonde.
"Y-you're lying," she stuttered again.
Ian laughed cruelly. "He fucked me right after you left, telling me that you meant nothing," Ian told her.
A sob escaped from Dina's lips. "He told me I was special," she whispered.
"Yeah, well, Anthony tends to lie a lot," Ian scoffed.
Tears streamed down Dina's face and Ian couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. She actually believed that her and Anthony could have been something. It was strange to Ian how gullible some people were.
But Ian couldn't be distracted. He had a job to do and then he would go to Melanie. He pulled out a switchblade he had taken with him from Anthony and his old house.
Let's just get this over with, Ian thought and then charged towards the blonde.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Dina tried to scream but Ian had covered her mouth.
Ian stuck the knife info her chest, where her heart was. She tried to scream but it was muffled by Ian's hand. The color of her skin started to fade and her eyes started to close. Her breathing suddenly stopped and there was no more screaming.
Ian left the blade in her chest and fled the scene, making sure no one saw him. He exited the apartment building as cautiously and quickly as he could. Walking five blocks, he found the familiar apartment building and quickly used his key and ran up ten flights. He needed to get to Melanie's apartment as quick as possible. It wasn't safe out here.
When he reached apartment 1026J, Ian quickly unlocked the door and threw himself inside, breathing rapidly through his mouth. Melanie was curled up in a ball on the couch, watching re-runs of Friends.
"Hey Ian," she said quietly as he moved towards the couch and wrapped her up in his arms.
"Hey Mel."
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.
Ian shook his head and let himself break down. Melanie stroked his hair and whispered soothing words into his ear.
"S-she said that A-anthony said she was s-s-special," Ian sobbed into her chest.
Melanie caught on after a few moments and continued to pet Ian and try and soothe him.
"A-Anthony said w-we were just r-roommates," Ian squeaked.
Melanie felt her anger boiling. She couldn't believe Anthony, the only person Ian had taken any interest in, had even done that. That bastard deserved what he got.
Ian sobbed for another forty minutes before Melanie suggested that they should go to bed. "You've have a long day," Melanie said.
Ian agreed and slumped off to his and Melanie's shared bedroom. Melanie had offered Ian the extra bedroom but Ian usually slept in Melanie's bed because of the many nightmares he had.
Melanie sighed and pushed herself off the couch as well and followed Ian into their bedroom.
--
The next morning, Melanie woke up without Ian at her side, which was odd since it was seven in the morning. Ian usually slept until one in the afternoon.
Melanie got out of bed and stretched then went into the bathroom to go get ready for work. As she was making coffee, she turned on the news and was completely shocked to see what was on the news.
Ian turned himself in to the police. The guilt must've been eating him alive. Melanie couldn't believe Ian was that caring. He must've loved Anthony so much that he couldn't deal with it anymore.
A white piece of paper was left on the coffee table. Their were multiple tear stains and ink splatters.
Mel,
I couldn't thank you enough for what you did. There will a special place in Heaven for you. I'm turning myself in. I can't live with the pain anymore. No one will know you helped me except for the two of us. I wish you the best and maybe we'll see each other sometime.
I love you so much,
Ian
Melanie cried for fifteen minutes straight before she picked herself up and walked to the bathroom to clean up her smudged make-up. She needed the be strong for Ian. Ian would want her to live her life to the fullest. And that's exactly what she's going to do.
--
Two years later
"Ian!"
She ran towards her best friend, hugging him tightly.
"Hey Mel," Ian laughed, hugging her back.
Ian looked pretty good. It was clear he was shaving, it looked like he had been exercising and he hadn't lost an unhealthy amount of weight.
"How are you holding up?" she asked.
Ian shrugged. "Haven't had prison sex yet so I guess I'm doing okay," he joked.
Melanie laughed loudly, attracting the attention of other prisoners and their company. It was good to see Ian smiling and joking around again. It's been almost three years since Ian was truly happy.
They talked for a little while longer until one of the guards announced that his time was up.
"I'll see you next week, okay?" Melanie said, hugging Ian.
"Sure Mel, see you soon."
"Love you," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," he grinned at her and then allowed the guard to take him away.
He couldn't wait until next week.
END
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Author Notes: Just to clarify: Ian and Melanie relationship was strictly friendship. I really hope this fic makes up for all the lost time. Probably not since there isn't a lot of slash but I swear, I will cook up a slashy and fluffy fanfic next.