Broken Dead Boy

Andy was half asleep, fingering his BVB necklace between his fingers as he desperately tried to get the images of Rochelle out of his head. He was exhausted, but like before, he couldn’t get the images out of his mind of her wild golden eyes or the thoughts that she’d be back…
He shivered, turning over. His eyes cracked open a bit and he spotted Juliet, slumped over in her chair. The blueish streaked lighting from the window illuminated her face beautifully. He smiled fondly.
“…That’s how I’ll fall asleep…” he muttered to himself. “…Watching her…” as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, he slowly lolled off to sleep.
***
Rochelle grunted. “Come on, Tobias, you’re only forty!”
The man beneath her strained to keep her above his head, perspiration dripping down his forehead. “I’m actually fifty four, miss,” he grunted.
Rochelle shrugged. “Same thing, now get me higher!” she hissed.
Tobias groaned and pushed her up further. “That good?” he spat out.
Rochelle stretched to reach the branch. “A little further!”
Tobias grunted and pushed her one last time. Rochelle grasped the branch. “Yes!” she got a good grip and heaved herself up. She panted. “Those arm workouts came in handy,” she commented, stretching her sore muscles.
Tobias nodded in agreement, gasping for air on the ground.
“Alright, now you go to the front and distract them like we discussed,” Rochelle ordered. Tobias panted, wiped his sweat and nodded, sprinting to the front door.
Rochelle perched on the tree. “...Finally…” she let out a wild breath, shaking her head. “Later… Patience, my mad mind,” she told herself. “Wait and the fruit of your labor will be amazing…”
“Go,” she heard in her earpiece. She smiled as she heard a bit of a commotion near the front of the building. She reached out to the window and messed with the latch before shrugging and jabbing her screwdriver into the corner of the window. She wiggled it around and pushed it up. The window shattered quietly and she brushed the shards away with her gloved hands. She sucked in the cold night air and hopped in the opening.
She tilted her head to the side, eyeing Andy with blood lust in her eyes. She stalked closer… Closer… closer…
She jumped back when Juliet shifted in her chair. Rage filled Rochelle’s mind. “What is she doing here!?” she squinted her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself. “This complicates things…”
“Tobias, Juliet’s here. What now?” she spoke softly into the earpiece.
There was an agonizingly long moment of silence. Then she heard the faint crackle of the radio in her ear. “…Do what we planned and if she wakes up, just knock her out,” he answered quietly.
Rochelle nodded and walked forward, eye wide with anticipation. “…finally…” she took a deep breath to calm herself.
She walked over to the other side of the bed and stared at Andy’s peaceful sleeping face. Thoughts filled her mind as she started and she gently placed her hand on his cheek, tracing her nails barely over his jawline.
Suddenly, Juliet groaned behind her. Rochelle snapped to attention, leaving a small scratch on Andy’s cheek. She turned to see Juliet yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“…Andy? You awake?” she said between yawns. Rochelle remained tense in front of the bed. “…Andy?...” she opened her eyes and Rochelle smiled.
Juliet yelped and jumped out of her chair. She stumbled tiredly and steadied herself against the wall.
Rochelle chuckled and pulled a syringe out of her pocket. “Oh, Juliet,” she turned and shoved the syringe into Andy’s shoulder. “Oh, if you could only do something!” she taunted, pushing the liquid into Andy’s body. He groaned and pulled away subconsciously.
Juliet darted for the door. Rochelle beat her there and held her curved black knife in front of her as a warning. Juliet stepped back, her hands held up in surrender. Rochelle tipped her head to the side, slowly advancing. “Aw, don’t worry sweetie, I’m not going to kill him!”
Juliet took a cautious step back. “Th-then why are you doing this?!”
Rochelle chuckled. “Oh, I’m going to break him,” she growled. “And even if you find him, even if you save him, he will only be a shell,” she continued to walk forward. “Maybe I should take you too, to break him by breaking you.”
Juliet pressed herself up against the wall, breathing shakily.
Rochelle tilted her head to the side, smiling. “But… I think I’ll just stick with my plan,” she shoved the knife up under Juliet’s throat. “Andy is ­mine,” she whispered dryly. “And I will break him. And he will be my broken toy, my broken boy…” she suddenly raised he hand and smashed the handle of the knife on to Juliet’s head with enough force to make the world fade to black…

Notes

Disclaimer: If any of the next few chapters have typos including the letter h (or lack thereof) it’s cuz my sister’s LAPTOP IT BROKEN AND THE H IS HARD AS AF TO PUSH.

OMG GUISE. THE PLOT IS REAL. WE CAN FINALLY ACCTUALLY GET TO THE TORTURING PART OF THE STORY.
FINALLY.
...I'M GO NOW. WRITE SOME OF ANOTHYER STORY. I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR FINISHING THIS.
Also, Saturday is the posting day for chapter 11. It'll be my parting gift, as I will be at camp all of next week O.o nooooooo...
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