Fic: You're a Regular Decorated Emergency - Chapter 8
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Brendon's)
Summary: They were the outcasts of their school. The list started out as something innocent. Then Ryan wanted to get revenge in the only way he knew possible and he's dragging Brendon along for the ride.
Author's Note: Loosely based on the book Hate List by Jennifer Brown. (By loosely, I do mean very loosely. Also going to include a trigger warning in general right now (Self harm, alcoholism, bullying, violence, and several other things that may arise.)) Basically, don't read if you're going to be easily affected.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
Ryan speeds up as he hit the outskirts of the main part of the city, and I look around trying to figure out exactly where we are going. I have a strong feeling, but I’m just hoping that I’m wrong and he’s taking me to a nice restaurant instead.
He slows down, pulling into an old, beaten-down looking trailer park and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Yep, definitely heading where I expected. Ryan pulls up to an off-white trailer with covered windows and parks the car. He gets out and walks over to my side, opening the door for me.
“Let’s go,” he says. I sigh and slide out as he shuts the door and follow him up the gravel path to the cluttered front porch. He holds his arm out, stopping me from moving forward, before stepping up to the door alone. Ryan knocks on the door four times, and then takes a step back to where I am and waits.
After a few moments, the door opens a bit and I see Frank poke his head out.
“Oh,” he says, clearly relieved. “It’s just you. Come on in.” He pulls the door open more, stepping to the side and allowing room for me and Ryan to walk past.
The room is dark, only lit by a single lamp, but is very well kept. Everything seems organized, down to the shelving unit full of DVDs that appear to be alphabetized. Ryan leads me to an overstuffed sofa, that when we sit down, gives off the faint smell of potatoes. I scrunch up my nose a little, but the smell disappears as fast as it came.
Frank shuts the door, locking it and makes his way over to a recliner opposite of us. He reaches into a small tank before sitting down and extracts what appears to be a baby alligator. I glance at Ryan out of the corner of my eye and cock an eyebrow, but he isn’t paying attention.
“So Frank,” he begins. “I’ve decided on what our big finale is going to be.”
Frank strokes a finger down the lizard-like creature before glancing up at Ryan and meeting his gaze. “Oh?” He says, encouraging Ryan to continue. I watch as Frank continues to pet the alligator, that’s definitely too large to be a legalized pet, and listen in on what Ryan is trying to explain.
“Well, you see,” He says slowly. “There’s already talk about Pete and Gabe missing and we can’t have people pointing fingers already. We need a quick way to get rid of a lot of people. Most of which are from our school anyways. At least the important ones are. And so I started thinking, ‘What is the quickest way to get rid of a large sum of people? How has it been done in the past?’” He pauses, clearly trying to see if Frank is following. Frank gives a small nod as to tell him to continue and Ryan smiles.
“I remembered reading about that Columbine event and how tons of people were hurt and killed during it. Why not recreate it?” Frank is nodding and I feel my jaw drop open. Recreate Columbine? Shoot everyone? In the school? Where everyone would immediately know it was us? How the fuck was that going to work?
“That could work,” Frank says slowly, drawing the words out. “I think I have all the necessary equipment you’d need too.” He gets up and walks into another room. I go to say something to Ryan but before I can do more than just open my mouth, Frank walks back in carrying an old, metal trunk.
I watch warily as he sits the trunk down on the floor in front of Ryan with a loud, resounding thud and reaches down to undo the lock. Frank pulls the lock off and flips the lid open, revealing an assortment of different weapons, most of them guns. Ryan leans forward to examine the contents and I watch as he picks up a smaller looking one and aims it at the wall.
“This would be perfect,” he says, lowering it and running his fingers over the smooth, black metal. “How many rounds can it fire?”
Before Frank can reply, I drag myself to my feet and turn to Ryan. “Can I talk to you outside for a second?” I mumble out. Both he and Frank exchange a look before Ryan stands up and leads me to the door. I walk onto the porch and before Ryan has a chance to close the door, I see Frank staring straight at me with an eyebrow cocked.
Ryan pulls the door shut behind him with a snap and faces me, crossing his arms. “So?” he says, waiting for me to explain.
I sigh and look towards the car at the end of the walk. “I can’t do this, Ry,” I whisper. “I can’t. I can’t kill all those people. I don’t care if they made my life hell. Killing them isn’t going to stop it. Plus, if we kill them all at school, we’re going to get caught. They’ll know it’s us…...” I start to trail off at the end, getting quieter until I just stop speaking all together. Ryan’s expression is darker than anything I’ve ever seen. Even more so than when he killed Gabe or Pete.
“Maybe I want to get caught,” He says darkly. “Maybe I want everyone to know we did it. To show them we can do something. That we’re capable of pulling off something huge.” I shake my head and step away from him.
“Ry,” I say shaking my head again, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I can’t. And I can’t make you not do it, but I’m not going to help you.”
“Brendon, you have to help,” Ryan says, his eyes widening a little as he throws his arms out. “I can’t exactly do this alone! Besides, half of this was your idea!” He gestures at me and I shake my head again.
“Ry, I never wanted to kill them. You wanted to kill them. I just started the list as a joke…” I glance down at my feet, shuffling them a bit. “I can’t handle this all anymore. It’s not right. I….” I stop.
“You what?” Ryan says, taking a step closer to me.
I move a step back and raise my eyes to his, feeling them fill a little. “I… can’t be with you anymore if you’re just going to want to kill everyone just because they make a snide remark or do something that most people would forget about 10 minutes later… I’m sorry, Ry. I just can’t anymore. I’m done.” I look back down at my feet not wanting to see his reaction.
“Fine,” Ryan spits out, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight. “Then you can just join them tomorrow.” He turns on his heal and walks back inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
I stare at the closed door, feeling the tears spill over onto my cheeks. Inhaling shakily, I brush them off and pull out my phone as I turn around and walk down the steps and path towards the road.
I scroll through my contacts and highlight the name of the only person I can think of that’ll be able to help me. I hit dial and wait through 4 rings before a voice speaks into my ear.
“Hello?”
“Spencer, it’s Brendon,” I say, immediately thinking that was a little obvious. “Listen, I need your help really bad right now. It’s Ryan. He’s planning something at the school tomorrow and I need you to help me stop it.” I rush through it all quickly, wanting to get it all out in the open before Spencer can cut me off.
There’s a silence on the other end of the line for a few moments before Spencer finally speaks. “Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up and we can talk about this more.” I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly give him directions, telling him I’ll meet him at the entrance of the trailer park.
I wait by the park sign for Spencer to arrive and stare at the peeling paint on it. Shady Acres. I laugh a little. How fitting. Everything about this whole situation was shady. I should have known things were going to become extreme like this. Ryan wasn’t always this way, and I just wish there could be a chance that things would be able to go back to normal, but I know there isn’t.
Spencer pulls up not even 5 minutes later with Jon in the passenger seat. I jump up from the ground and rush to his car, hopping into the back seat quickly. Spencer pulls away from the side of the road.
Jon turns around in his seat and faces me. “Alright spill,” he says and I see Spencer glance back at me in his rearview mirror.
I take a deep breath, before rushing out the just of the story. “Ryan’s at Frank’s house. That’s where I just was. Frank has a trunk of guns and Ryan is planning on recreating columbine to help get rid of everyone at once. He-”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Jon cuts me off. “Get rid of everyone? What are you talking about?”
I sigh. Shit. I had forgotten that they still didn’t even know the entire story. “Well,” I start, unsure of how far back to go. “Ryan and I sort of started this book freshman year of people and things we hated. And Ryan turned it into listing specific people, and then it got to the point that Ryan decided that the people in the list needed to be punished…” I trail off, hoping they’ve caught on but both of them give me blank looks and I sigh again. “So Ryan killed Gabe… And then Pete… And now he wants to kill everyone else on the list.” As I say the first part, I see Spencer’s grip on the wheel tighten, his knuckles growing whiter.
“God dammit, Ryan,” I hear him mutter and I watch Jon place a hand on his forearm.
“Maybe I should drive,” Jon suggests quietly, but Spencer shakes his head and continues driving through town in the direction of his house.
“So Ryan plans to shoot all these people?” Spencer asks, looking back at me through the rearview mirror. I give a small nod and he shakes his head, directing his attention back to the road. “Exactly how many people are on this list?”
I swallow nervously. “Um, well,” I stutter out. “Probably well over 100 by now.” Both Jon and Spencer whip their heads back in my direction and stare at me, Jon even allowing his jaw to drop open. I shrug. “Ryan added anyone who fucked with him basically. Anyone who pissed him off. He even added my mom… And me.” I add as an afterthought, remembering his last words to me at Frank’s.
Both Spencer and Jon give each other a look and shake their heads. “I knew something was up with him. I never expected it was something this bad though,” Spencer says, pulling into his driveway.
“What now?” Jon asks, looking at both me and Spencer.
Spencer sighs. “Well,” he says, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “I guess we plan on how we’re gonna stop him, but we only have till tomorrow morning to plan it.”
Chapter 9
A/N: If you have any songs that you think would fit this story, please leave them in the comments. I'm making a playlist. Also, only two more chapters left.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Brendon's)
Summary: They were the outcasts of their school. The list started out as something innocent. Then Ryan wanted to get revenge in the only way he knew possible and he's dragging Brendon along for the ride.
Author's Note: Loosely based on the book Hate List by Jennifer Brown. (By loosely, I do mean very loosely. Also going to include a trigger warning in general right now (Self harm, alcoholism, bullying, violence, and several other things that may arise.)) Basically, don't read if you're going to be easily affected.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
Ryan speeds up as he hit the outskirts of the main part of the city, and I look around trying to figure out exactly where we are going. I have a strong feeling, but I’m just hoping that I’m wrong and he’s taking me to a nice restaurant instead.
He slows down, pulling into an old, beaten-down looking trailer park and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Yep, definitely heading where I expected. Ryan pulls up to an off-white trailer with covered windows and parks the car. He gets out and walks over to my side, opening the door for me.
“Let’s go,” he says. I sigh and slide out as he shuts the door and follow him up the gravel path to the cluttered front porch. He holds his arm out, stopping me from moving forward, before stepping up to the door alone. Ryan knocks on the door four times, and then takes a step back to where I am and waits.
After a few moments, the door opens a bit and I see Frank poke his head out.
“Oh,” he says, clearly relieved. “It’s just you. Come on in.” He pulls the door open more, stepping to the side and allowing room for me and Ryan to walk past.
The room is dark, only lit by a single lamp, but is very well kept. Everything seems organized, down to the shelving unit full of DVDs that appear to be alphabetized. Ryan leads me to an overstuffed sofa, that when we sit down, gives off the faint smell of potatoes. I scrunch up my nose a little, but the smell disappears as fast as it came.
Frank shuts the door, locking it and makes his way over to a recliner opposite of us. He reaches into a small tank before sitting down and extracts what appears to be a baby alligator. I glance at Ryan out of the corner of my eye and cock an eyebrow, but he isn’t paying attention.
“So Frank,” he begins. “I’ve decided on what our big finale is going to be.”
Frank strokes a finger down the lizard-like creature before glancing up at Ryan and meeting his gaze. “Oh?” He says, encouraging Ryan to continue. I watch as Frank continues to pet the alligator, that’s definitely too large to be a legalized pet, and listen in on what Ryan is trying to explain.
“Well, you see,” He says slowly. “There’s already talk about Pete and Gabe missing and we can’t have people pointing fingers already. We need a quick way to get rid of a lot of people. Most of which are from our school anyways. At least the important ones are. And so I started thinking, ‘What is the quickest way to get rid of a large sum of people? How has it been done in the past?’” He pauses, clearly trying to see if Frank is following. Frank gives a small nod as to tell him to continue and Ryan smiles.
“I remembered reading about that Columbine event and how tons of people were hurt and killed during it. Why not recreate it?” Frank is nodding and I feel my jaw drop open. Recreate Columbine? Shoot everyone? In the school? Where everyone would immediately know it was us? How the fuck was that going to work?
“That could work,” Frank says slowly, drawing the words out. “I think I have all the necessary equipment you’d need too.” He gets up and walks into another room. I go to say something to Ryan but before I can do more than just open my mouth, Frank walks back in carrying an old, metal trunk.
I watch warily as he sits the trunk down on the floor in front of Ryan with a loud, resounding thud and reaches down to undo the lock. Frank pulls the lock off and flips the lid open, revealing an assortment of different weapons, most of them guns. Ryan leans forward to examine the contents and I watch as he picks up a smaller looking one and aims it at the wall.
“This would be perfect,” he says, lowering it and running his fingers over the smooth, black metal. “How many rounds can it fire?”
Before Frank can reply, I drag myself to my feet and turn to Ryan. “Can I talk to you outside for a second?” I mumble out. Both he and Frank exchange a look before Ryan stands up and leads me to the door. I walk onto the porch and before Ryan has a chance to close the door, I see Frank staring straight at me with an eyebrow cocked.
Ryan pulls the door shut behind him with a snap and faces me, crossing his arms. “So?” he says, waiting for me to explain.
I sigh and look towards the car at the end of the walk. “I can’t do this, Ry,” I whisper. “I can’t. I can’t kill all those people. I don’t care if they made my life hell. Killing them isn’t going to stop it. Plus, if we kill them all at school, we’re going to get caught. They’ll know it’s us…...” I start to trail off at the end, getting quieter until I just stop speaking all together. Ryan’s expression is darker than anything I’ve ever seen. Even more so than when he killed Gabe or Pete.
“Maybe I want to get caught,” He says darkly. “Maybe I want everyone to know we did it. To show them we can do something. That we’re capable of pulling off something huge.” I shake my head and step away from him.
“Ry,” I say shaking my head again, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I can’t. And I can’t make you not do it, but I’m not going to help you.”
“Brendon, you have to help,” Ryan says, his eyes widening a little as he throws his arms out. “I can’t exactly do this alone! Besides, half of this was your idea!” He gestures at me and I shake my head again.
“Ry, I never wanted to kill them. You wanted to kill them. I just started the list as a joke…” I glance down at my feet, shuffling them a bit. “I can’t handle this all anymore. It’s not right. I….” I stop.
“You what?” Ryan says, taking a step closer to me.
I move a step back and raise my eyes to his, feeling them fill a little. “I… can’t be with you anymore if you’re just going to want to kill everyone just because they make a snide remark or do something that most people would forget about 10 minutes later… I’m sorry, Ry. I just can’t anymore. I’m done.” I look back down at my feet not wanting to see his reaction.
“Fine,” Ryan spits out, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight. “Then you can just join them tomorrow.” He turns on his heal and walks back inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
I stare at the closed door, feeling the tears spill over onto my cheeks. Inhaling shakily, I brush them off and pull out my phone as I turn around and walk down the steps and path towards the road.
I scroll through my contacts and highlight the name of the only person I can think of that’ll be able to help me. I hit dial and wait through 4 rings before a voice speaks into my ear.
“Hello?”
“Spencer, it’s Brendon,” I say, immediately thinking that was a little obvious. “Listen, I need your help really bad right now. It’s Ryan. He’s planning something at the school tomorrow and I need you to help me stop it.” I rush through it all quickly, wanting to get it all out in the open before Spencer can cut me off.
There’s a silence on the other end of the line for a few moments before Spencer finally speaks. “Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up and we can talk about this more.” I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly give him directions, telling him I’ll meet him at the entrance of the trailer park.
I wait by the park sign for Spencer to arrive and stare at the peeling paint on it. Shady Acres. I laugh a little. How fitting. Everything about this whole situation was shady. I should have known things were going to become extreme like this. Ryan wasn’t always this way, and I just wish there could be a chance that things would be able to go back to normal, but I know there isn’t.
Spencer pulls up not even 5 minutes later with Jon in the passenger seat. I jump up from the ground and rush to his car, hopping into the back seat quickly. Spencer pulls away from the side of the road.
Jon turns around in his seat and faces me. “Alright spill,” he says and I see Spencer glance back at me in his rearview mirror.
I take a deep breath, before rushing out the just of the story. “Ryan’s at Frank’s house. That’s where I just was. Frank has a trunk of guns and Ryan is planning on recreating columbine to help get rid of everyone at once. He-”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Jon cuts me off. “Get rid of everyone? What are you talking about?”
I sigh. Shit. I had forgotten that they still didn’t even know the entire story. “Well,” I start, unsure of how far back to go. “Ryan and I sort of started this book freshman year of people and things we hated. And Ryan turned it into listing specific people, and then it got to the point that Ryan decided that the people in the list needed to be punished…” I trail off, hoping they’ve caught on but both of them give me blank looks and I sigh again. “So Ryan killed Gabe… And then Pete… And now he wants to kill everyone else on the list.” As I say the first part, I see Spencer’s grip on the wheel tighten, his knuckles growing whiter.
“God dammit, Ryan,” I hear him mutter and I watch Jon place a hand on his forearm.
“Maybe I should drive,” Jon suggests quietly, but Spencer shakes his head and continues driving through town in the direction of his house.
“So Ryan plans to shoot all these people?” Spencer asks, looking back at me through the rearview mirror. I give a small nod and he shakes his head, directing his attention back to the road. “Exactly how many people are on this list?”
I swallow nervously. “Um, well,” I stutter out. “Probably well over 100 by now.” Both Jon and Spencer whip their heads back in my direction and stare at me, Jon even allowing his jaw to drop open. I shrug. “Ryan added anyone who fucked with him basically. Anyone who pissed him off. He even added my mom… And me.” I add as an afterthought, remembering his last words to me at Frank’s.
Both Spencer and Jon give each other a look and shake their heads. “I knew something was up with him. I never expected it was something this bad though,” Spencer says, pulling into his driveway.
“What now?” Jon asks, looking at both me and Spencer.
Spencer sighs. “Well,” he says, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “I guess we plan on how we’re gonna stop him, but we only have till tomorrow morning to plan it.”
Chapter 9
A/N: If you have any songs that you think would fit this story, please leave them in the comments. I'm making a playlist. Also, only two more chapters left.