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Kings And Bishops (The List)

Kings And Bishops (The List): Chapter 6

I really, really hoped that my hangover wouldn’t be so horrible in the next morning.

But it was. I felt like someone had opened my skull, smashed my brain with a hammer and poured some acid on it. I got out of bed and had to blink a few times to stop feeling dizzy. Vic was still sleeping calmly, hugging the corner of his blanket and smiling a little. Despite my terrible headache, seeing him like this made me smile. He was looking almost happy.

I stumbled to the bathroom, trying hard not to throw up. I wished I could stay in bed all day long, but I had things to do – first I had to shave and take my medications, then buy some breakfast and go back on the road with Victor.

Wait… breakfast…? I looked at my watch and stared at it for a few seconds until my vision stopped being that blurry. 12:15. Well, fuck it, time for lunch, then.

I clumsily brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face, hoping this would make me feel better. It kinda did, actually, just a bit. At least I wasn’t feeling like throwing up anymore. I reached to take the razorblade, but my fingers were numb, so I dropped it right away. I cursed quietly and picked it up.

As I looked at the mirror, I realized how horrible I looked – I hadn’t slept for days, and it was obvious. I just couldn’t, and when I did, I’d always have nightmares, so I’d wake up in the middle of the night, too scared to go back to sleep. I suppose I had some kind of PTSD or something, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t go away.

Lost in thought, I pressed the razorblade a little too close to my skin and cut myself. I cursed again and dropped it into the sink, as a few drops of blood rolled down my cheek. Blood…

…“You don’t buy silence with money… You buy it with bullets.”

How easy it is to pull a trigger, isn’t it… There is a person, and you know that person well, and even though you hate him, he is a part of your life… and then, in the next moment, there isn’t a person anymore, there is just blood, and scattered brains, and parts of his head… are gone… and you know you did it, you, and you did it on purpose, you just walked to him, and killed him, a living human being, which would normally grow old and have grandchildren and you took this opportunity from him with just one simple movement of your finger. Just… “click”… and then this quiet “Pfft!”, and then silence, because this person, he would never speak again… He deserves to die, of course, but when it has to be you who kills him, it’s just different… And you see that blood, and you’re scared, and you’re afraid of the consequences, of yourself, of death…

…Afraid of death…


I blinked, chasing the flashback away, but the images of the dead Jeffrey Terrence wouldn’t leave. I had to wait a few seconds until they completely faded, replaced by my reflection in the mirror. A few drops of blood fell on my hand and that brought me back to reality. I realized that my bigger problem right now is my injured cheek, and I had to do something about it. I reached and took some toilet paper and pressed it against the cut, to stop the bleeding. Yeah, I know this wasn’t the best decision, but I didn’t see any tissues or something like that around.

“…Kellin? I heard noises, what’s going on…?”

I jumped, startled, and turned around, almost dropping my improvised bandage. Vic was standing at the bathroom door, watching me, shirtless and slightly worried. His eyes widened a bit when he saw me.

“Jeez, what happened? Are you okay?”

My look unconsciously slipped down his body. Even if he looked great in a suit, he looked even better without it… I quickly blinked and looked away.

What the fuck, Kellin?! What was I even… what… That was stupid.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I was shaving and I just cut myself a bit…”, I said and smiled lightly, to show him I’m alright.

“Ah, okay, you got me worried, it sounded like you’re destroying the bathroom or something. Y’know, some people are trying to sleep…”

I giggled a little. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, it was time for me to get up anyway.” He chuckled a bit too, then looked down at himself and frowned a bit. “Hey, question… Where’s my shirt?”

“Oh, I took it, because you threw up all over it last night, sorry.”, I said, then quickly added: “You can have one of mine for now, and later today we need to go shopping for some new clothes. You can’t walk around in a suit forever, you know, you need to change your outfit a bit.”

I went back to shaving, now more carefully. Vic leaned against the doorframe.

“Well, I didn’t have time to pack any other clothes, sooo.”, he laughed weakly. Judging by the expression on his face, though, he wasn’t feeling any better than me. He stayed in silence for a few moments. “Um… Kellin?”

I looked at him in the mirror. He was watching me with a strange, confused expression. Oh no, oh no, was he going to ask me about the kiss last night? What was I supposed to tell him? After all, it happened because of him, he was the one, who owed me an explanation, not me… Goddammit, Kellin, I told myself, calm down. It was alright, accidents like that happen all the time. I smiled nervously.

“Yeah…?”

“I, um…”, Vic laughed awkwardly. “I was wondering… what happened last night? Last thing I remember is singing that Prince song, but everything after that seem to be a bit… blurry. I guess I had a little too much alcohol than I should’ve.” He tilted head. “I didn’t do anything stupid, right?”

I blinked. I gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming.

“You… You really don’t remember anything?”

Victor shook his head.

“Nope, I told you. Not a thing, sorry. So? What happened?”

I hesitated. I couldn’t tell if I’m relieved or disappointed, or maybe both.

“…Well… Nothing much. Except that you tried to dance on a table and fell down.”, I giggled a bit. “But that was pretty much it, then I just took you back to the hotel. You weren’t really able to walk.”

“Damn, man, I’m sorry, really.”, he grinned, then went serious. “I hope I didn’t ruin your party.”

“Nope, you didn’t.”, I smiled. “You made it even better, and I thank you for that.”

Vic smiled back, and as he did, all the awkwardness disappeared and everything went back to normal, everything was like before. Thank God.

“Anytime, Kell.” His eyes fell on my bottle of medications. “…Oh, is that aspirin? Can I have one, it’d save my life… This hangover is worse than I expected it to be…”

“No!” I turned to him, almost cutting myself again, then, after I realized I said that a little louder than I intended to, I coughed. “No, um, that’s not aspirin, that’s… my medications, for my sickness. Really strong painkillers, they let me have a normal life until I die, instead of lying in bed in pain, which would happen if I stop taking them.”

“Oh…” Vic carefully put the bottle back down, like it could explode. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know… I didn’t know it hurts, you always acted, like, normally, I mean-”

“I know.” I stared at the mirror. “That’s because I keep taking this shit over here. Once I stop, my doctor said that my head and stomach would hurt like hell and I’d start throwing up blood, and stuff like that… There’s no need to worry, though.”, I quickly added, seeing his horrified expression. “If I keep taking pills, things will be alright.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll die. That’s not how I define ‘alright’, Kellin.”

Vic took a step towards me, but I stepped away.

“Please, don’t start again. There’s nothing you can do about it, being sorry for me won’t make it better.”, I said bitterly.

“I’m not sorry for you, goddammit, I care about you, there’s a difference.”

I looked up at him. “Oh, and since when do you care about me? I mean, you don’t even know me, we met, like, two days ago, when I kidnapped you. It’s just…”, I shook head, “…No one cares about me. Not you, not anyone.”

“Kellin… Don’t say that…”

I shook head again.

“But it’s true... What do you even know? You have no idea what’s really going on, do you. I’m a criminal, Vic, and, and you… you’re still my hostage, and caring about me is a horrible idea, because two months later I’d be gone, and… and losing someone you care about isn’t easy, you know that… No one cares about me, and no one should, and no one will, that’s how it has to be.”

He flinched back and this made me realize I went much further than I should’ve.

Hostage?”, he blinked. “…What happened to ‘friend’?”

My face went pale.

“…Shit, no, Vic, I didn’t mean that, you don’t get it…”

“Oh, I don’t get it? Okaaay, then, sure, I don’t. What do I even know, after all?”, he spread his arms and rolled eyes.

I bit my lower lip, knowing I kept fucking up more and more. I decided it would be better if I shut up, but that just seemed to make things worse.

“…Please, just leave me alone.”, I finally said, almost inaudible.

He stared at me for a moment, then he sighed. “…Fine then. Be sorry for yourself all you want. I’ll just go and… do whatever hostages do. You take care of that cheek now.”

After saying that he turned and left, closing the door behind himself.

Shit…

“Vic…”, I sighed too, wiped what was left from the blood off my face and followed him. “Vic, please, don’t be like that, I’m sorry… I don’t want you to think that for me you’re just a hostage, you’re not, at all, and I understand you want to help, just…”

Without looking at me, he lay back down on his bed, turned to the other side and murmured: “Forget about it.”

“No, I can’t, I really didn’t mean it...” I carefully sat next to him, but at some distance. “I’m just…”, I hesitated. “I’m just scared, Vic. Constantly. And combined with the hangover, I become a total jerk. I’m really sorry.”

At first he didn’t react, he just kept lying there, facing the other way. After maybe a minute, he finally turned around to look at me.

“…It’s okay, I get it… I’m sorry too, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through… Dammit… We both fucked up this time, didn’t we? I guess we’re just being so bitchy, because we feel bad. I’m just like… uh.” He buried his face in the pillow, to show how “uh” he’s feeling, and stayed like that for awhile. I kept sitting on the edge of the bed, wondering what to do or say, until I heard a muffled voice from under the pillow. “…You sure you don’t have aspirin?”

I chuckled a bit. “I actually might have some, hang on, I’ll check…” I was about to stand up, but Vic’s hand pulled me back down.

“Nooo, stay, don’t go… Stay and let’s feel shitty together, feeling shitty alone is boring…”

I giggled.

“Vic, let me gooo, if you actually let me get up and find my aspirin, we might even feel better together, not shitty.”

“Okaaaaay.”, he giggled weakly, too, and let me go, throwing the pillow at me. He missed, but I don’t think he meant to hit me anyway.

I didn’t want to start a pillow fight, I was feeling too sick for that, so I just kicked the pillow away, murmured a quiet ‘Jerk.’ and stumbled to my bed, where I had left my bag, hoping I really had some aspirin or anything like that in there. And, thank God, I did.

“Here.”, I tossed the small bottle at Victor. He tried to catch it without getting up, which didn’t end up well for the poor bottle, as it fell on the ground and rolled under the bed. We both stared at each other for a few moments, and then said at the same time:

“You go get it.”

…In the end, the bottle remained there, buried deep into the deadly shadows of the mysterious space under Victor Fuentes’ bed, because, well, none of us felt like getting up and looking for it, we decided we’d simply get a new one on our way to the clothes shop. Before going out, though, I needed to take a shower first and change clothes, I didn’t want to look like the outlaw I was.

“Be right back. Shower.”, I murmured to Vic, who was still lying in his bed, too lazy and too sick to do anything else. He just gave me a weak wave with his hand to let me know he’s heard me, and I headed to the bathroom.

The razorblade and the blood were right where I had left them. Shit, I had to clean that up, later. But right now I didn’t really care, I just hoped the cold water would make me feel better. I started unbuttoning my shirt while watching the cut on my face in the mirror. It had already stopped bleeding, which was good, but I had to put a bandage or something, I didn’t want to a die from a fucking infection or anything like that, I was dying anyway. I chuckled at that thought, took my shirt off completely and tossed it on the floor. I started humming Bohemian Rhapsody, taking my jeans and the rest of my clothes off, then I kicked them away, adjusted the water, turned it on and slipped under the shower, still singing.

“I see a little silhouette of a maAAH, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, FUCK, THAT’S COLD-” I gasped and jumped away, shuddering at the freezing cold water, and almost slipping on the wet floor. I needed a minute to take courage again and go back in the shower. This time it seemed warm enough for me, and it definitely made my headache fade a bit.

I tossed my now wet black hair back and closed eyes. It almost felt like all my muscles let out a relieved sigh, as the pain in my body slowly disappeared, and all the blood, sweat and tension were washed away and sunk down in the drain. I opened my eyes again, and a few drops of water fell off my eyelashes into my eyes. I blinked and frowned slightly, blinded for a few moments, then I reached and turned the hot water on. At first nothing happened, after all, this hotel was so cheap that I would be surprised if it even had hot water. All of a sudden, though, it went from freezing cold to burning lava. I gasped, unable to even scream.

“DAMMIT-” I jumped back once more. This time I needed some more time to get used to the heat. When it stopped feeling like the water was setting my face on fire, I finally relaxed again and even stared enjoying it. I sighed softly. Breathing in the warm steam, which was filling the air now, was pretty calming. I ran my fingers through my hair, tossing it away from my eyes once more, then slipped my hand down my chest. Unconsciously, I had started humming the same song, pretty much skipping the parts, where I didn’t know the lyrics.

When I got to the “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye…” part, I decided it’s time to get out. I reached to stop the shower, but the fucking thing wasn’t even functioning right, so I burnt my finger, when I accidentally touched the pipe. Murmuring curses, I finally managed to turn off the water, grabbed a towel and carefully not to slip, I dried my body with it. When I unfolded it to wrap it around my waist, though, it turned out to be way too small.

Was there fucking anything in this hotel that worked properly?!

Of course not. I sighed, wiped the rest of the water off my face and headed to the door, intending to ask Vic to hand me another towel or something like that. I never made it there, though, because I didn’t see the soap on the floor and stepped on it.

“Fuck-” I reached and grabbed the pipe, to stop myself from slipping and falling down, but I forgot it’s still hot, so I burnt my hand again. I screamed and let go of it, losing my balance, and I ended up on the ground after all. My headache instantly came back, and the pain in a few new forming bruises joined it. Shit, could this day get any worse? I moaned softly, sitting up, as I heard a knock on the door.

“What?”, I groaned.

“Are you okay?”, I caught a glimpse of worry in Vic’s voice outside. “I’m, um, sorry for bothering you all the time, but all I’ve been hearing since you got in there is swearing, and singing, and then more swearing… Are you usually that loud in the shower?”, he laughed a bit. “But seriously, dude, is everything alright?”

“Not really, I’ve been having trouble with the water… and the towel… and…”, I gripped the edge of the sink and got up. “…and the soap… Just havin’ a shitty day, y’know?

Covering as much of my body as possible, I slightly opened the door, just enough to peek out, and I almost hit my head in Vic’s.

“Shit, sorry!”, I jumped back, nearly dropping the towel. I’m not sure which one of us that made blush more. “Heh… Would you please go look if there’s a bigger towel somewhere in the room? ‘Cause, you know, I can’t really walk around like this.”

“Sure, of course, that would be weird.”, he chuckled a little and nodded, awkwardly looking away.

Awesome. Awkwardness was back. And I just had thought I got rid of it… “Thanks.”, I murmured. I felt a few drops rolling down from my wet hair and I nervously scratched my neck, wiping them away. Victor’s eyes unconsciously followed my movement. His look stayed fixed on me for a bit longer than usual, before looking away again and disappearing back into the bedroom. Once he was gone, I quickly closed the door after him.

While waiting for him to come back with something I could cover myself with, I started cleaning up, making sure I won’t step on the soap again, and thinking about my further plans. The List… I really needed Vic’s help for that. Ross Lester was a big guy, used to beating the weaker ones, he wouldn’t even hesitate to kick my ass if I enter his property uninvited. As far as I knew, the asshole had a shotgun and didn’t hesitate to use it against unwanted visitors, that’s why, mostly, people preferred to stay away from his house. Especially after a few incidents with random citizens, who were simply walking their dogs and found themselves in his yard without realizing it. I didn’t want to end up “accidentally” shot like them. Thank God, no one was seriously injured, but knowing him, he’d be glad to kill me if he recognized me. I don’t know why he hated me so much, perhaps he was somehow jealous that long ago Jenny loved me, I don’t know. Maybe it was because I didn’t like how he threats her, and I wasn’t afraid to show that. Ross was from that kind of tough guys, who hate smart, cocky opponents, and seeing me disapprove what he’s doing to Jennifer just made him want to beat her more.

…Or maybe it was just because we were so different – he was a jerk, and I wasn’t.

My thoughts moved to Vic. Victor… He was a weird guy. I wasn’t really sure what I think about him yet, I definitely liked him, but something in him somehow… confused me. Like, yeah, he was awesome, but a bit too awesome, he was being too nice to be actually that nice. I couldn’t understand why he cared so much; I practically destroyed his life, and kept being a total asshole to him, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. He was so…

Another quiet knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts. I opened it just a little, this time careful not to hit Vic. “Found something?”, I asked hopefully.

“No, I’m sorry, the best thing I could think of was a bedsheet.” Without looking, he opened the door a bit more and handed me the bedsheet he just mentioned.

“Um, I guess that works, thanks.” I took it with my free hand and wrapped it around my body, dropping the now useless towel. Vic hesitantly looked at me.

“Dammit, man. Now I’m almost afraid to take a shower.”, he chuckled.

I waved my hand. “Nah, don’t worry, my bad luck isn’t contagious… at least I hope so.”

Victor raised an eyebrow.

“You sure? Mm, I’d rather not risk, I’ll just shave and fix my hair and stuff.”, he grinned.

“Good idea. I’ll get ready in the meantime, and then we’re going shopping. Alright?”

He nodded.

“Sounds good.”

But that oh-so-shitty day was yet to get even worse…

END OF CHAPTER 6.

Notes

This one didn't turn out very intense, but the next chapter, Chapter 7, has just the right amount of badassness and suspense, I promise.

A few things about this chapter:

-PTSD: I figured Kellin would have Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, since he seems to have many of the symptoms; I also thought the reason would be "getting a diagnosis of a life-threatening illness" (Using this as a reference: [link])

-The shower scene: It wasn't even supposed to be there, it started as a joke with a friend, but then I ended up writing it... Couldn't help it. XD

Comments

OMG I know it was written a long time ago, but this is the best fanfic i've ever read<3

elena580 elena580
10/8/14
Hey I've read this whole story twice, and have you ever heard of a book website called Quotev? Well I have an acount and a story called 'Queen For A Day' Maybe you can help c:
hihihiiii hihihiiii
12/2/13
oh my god i just read the end of this again and i'm all choked up

ATTENTION WORLD THIS IS THE BEST KELLIC OF ALL TIMES

I still have yet to get over this, even though there's a sequel.

send help
clairephernelia clairephernelia
10/6/13
@fuentits

Thank you, thank you, I'm really glad you liked it so much!

There is a sequel, by the way :3
KingForADay KingForADay
8/2/13
Okay, finished. And it only took like two and a half days, wow.

Seriously, I smiled so wide as soon as I read 'Somewhere in Mexico, Harry was trying to cook breakfast. And failing.' I was like YES omfg so badass!

Seriously...so perfect **round of applause**
fuentits fuentits
8/2/13