The Pretender .:6:.

"I don't want to do this anymore."
The two men were back in the alleyway, too dark for anyone to see them passing by.
"What? We had a deal." A hard voice spat.
"Well, keep your money-"
A fist made contact to a stomach, sending the man who wanted to back out of the deal flying into the trashcans.
The angered man growled, "I want him destroyed. I want him to be exploited and humiliated."
"N-no..."
A gunshot fired into the night.


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Zacky lay in bed, for some reason wondering where Nightmare was...Where his SIM card was.
Nightmare hadn't been on for days. And for that fact, he hadn't heard from Brian for a day or two...
He suddenly wished he had his SIM card to call Brian, but instead picked up his landline phone, dialing Brian's number from the slip of paper he kept on his bedside table, waitingt nervously for an answer.
He jumped at the sound of "Something Beautiful" by NeedToBreathe coming from downstairs.
It sounded like a ringtone.
Brian was...here? He hung up the phone, racing downstairs, his heart pounding. He was captured into a set of familiar strong arms, and Brian's scent wrapped around him.
Seeming too weak, Brian collapsed onto his knees, hugging Zacky tight to him.
Zacky supported him saying, "Brian...where've you been? Baby, what's wrong?" He stroked Brian's hair, kissing his forehead.
Brian's voice was gruff, "I love you...So much."
"I love you, too...now tell me what happened?" Zacky said, gazing at Brian.
His usually light, carefree brown eyes were hard and darker somehow, his face serious. He ignored Zacky's question, muttering, "...And that's why we can't be together."
A white cloth came up, and Brian pressed it to Zacky's startled face.
The cloth was soaked in something that smelled aweful, and Brian made sure Zacky couldn't pull away.
Zacky saw Brian weep bitterly before everything went dark.
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Zacky woke up, finding himself in his bed once more, rubbing his eyes. He had an awful headache. "The hell...Brian!? Brian...." He looked around frantically.
There was an ache in his chest as he remembered how cruely Brian had broken up with him. He went too far.
Zacky let a few tears shed as he got cleaned up and dressed. He had to find Brian. He wasn't going to take this.
On his way to Brian's house, he ran into a familiar, hideous person.
Ron smirked. "Hey," He stepped in front of Zacky's path. "I knew I'd find you here."
"I don't have time for this," Zacky said, wiping his tear stained cheeks quickly.
"Oh, you do. I know something about your man." Ron's voice had the hint of seriousness that Zacky had grown to know when they were dating.
Zacky stared up at Ron. "You better not be joking around, Ron."
"I'm not," He glared, smiling a little. "Brian isn't really in the paper. Are you that dumb? Have you read a single article that had been written by him? No. What he was really doing was spying on you. Getting tidbits of information to use against you. When you went to sleep, he would sneak around. Haven't you been missing your diary? Your SIM card? Eh? He has them."
"You're lying." Zacky spat, squinting at Ron. "You're just jealous of me and Brian."
Ron got in Zacky's face, whispering, "He went to your house last night and knocked you out. I know because I told him to." He handed Zacky the key to Brian's house. "Look in his top drawer." Then, he turned and left Zacky frozen in place.
Zacky blinked down at the key, shaking his head. I couldn't...but...do I have the right to?
If Brian really had all those things...
Zacky shook his head, simply making his way to Brian's house, wanting to know some answers. And wanting to know them now.