Carnophobia || Natepat fanfiction

Carnophobia || Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty
-I've got no time-

It had been at least ten minutes until they'd stopped breathing until their body had gone limp and the screaming had finally ceased, the other two hostages had gone still. They were scared, they'd just watched a friend be brutally murdered in front of them.

Shannon's blood was on Jack's hands, he shuddered at the thought, the body hadn't been moved he could feel his dead friend lying against him. Mark held his boyfriends hand tightly trying to comfort him.

❝You thought I was kidding~❞ Nate giggled holding the knife close to his chest before swaying it over the two of them,
❝Better hope Matt hurries up eh?❞
This was real not a dream everything was so real and if they died that was it, Jack's life and Mark's life really were in the hands of a psychotic cannibal, they could getting murdered at any point. Their was no excuse for what Nate was doing to them and the Irish male felt anger raising in his chest. He wanted to yell, scream, do something he wanted to avenge his friend but one wrong move and he could end up dead. Mark squeezed Jack's hand wanting to comfort the male more.
❝Jack we'll be okay, I promise, I'll always be here to protect you.❞
Hearing the words pour from the bluenette's mouth made the green haired male tear up and let out a soft sob.

❝How pathetic, welcome to the real world, mad and bad.❞ The ebony looked at the stab wound in his friend's leg and smirked swaying the knife back and forth although he didn't have a care in the world. The cannibal was too far gone, beyond repair he truly was broken but that didn't matter to anyone in his family, they respected him they showed him love now, if only his friends understood.

❝Nate, you need to stop this isn't you, you're not a monster you're human.❞

The cannibal burst into uncontrollable laughter after that sentence and glanced at Mark,
❝You're more stupid than I thought.❞

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Kayla's phone was on the floor, smashed, broken, unfixable like Matt's heart. He had really wanted to believe Nate wasn't a monster but now one of his friends was dead and pure white hot anger was boiling within him. In his right hand he held a kitchen knife while the scot who had followed him held an axe in both her hands. The two hadn't said anything has they walked through the village, Stephanie and Jason had tried desperately to stop them but the theorist didn't want anyone else to die.

A taunting text came through on his phone the contact name read;
Nate 👬💙🌚
2 left

His heart raced as he read the text fear spiked him, he could die lose his own life, death was permeant once dead there was no known return unless you believed in rebirth and that the moment the theorist couldn't think clearly, he was scared but he couldn't allow his friends to die even if they were Mark, Jack and Shannon.

The red haired female seemed to sense his fear as he placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it softly,
❝Ya'll be alright, ah won't let ya be killed none of us will.❞
But someone was already dead for somebody it was too late, he hadn't been able to save on of his friends someone was dead they hadn't had a choice, they'd had their life snatched so unfairly away from them.

Your pitiful attempts really are amusing to watch

Matt's body frozen to the spot when his thoughts gathered together, this was real Nate really was a cannibal and their lives really were on the line and Matt blamed himself for everything that happened so far.