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we-joyless-few · 1 year

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angst time *jazzhands*

summary: Foggy Jack kills again and regrets it.

basically, i said i’d write a darker version of my previous Foggy Jack x Nick Lightbearer rewrite where Jack kills Nick, so… yeah :)

tw: major character death, violence, unhealthy relationships

enjoy :3

(@joyful-downer so you can see this :3c)

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The one and only Nick Lightbearer ran as fast and as far as his legs would take him, dashing through the hotel maze until he reached the stage. He tried with all his might to defend himself with his guitar, but a single swipe of Foggy Jack’s cleaver damaged the face and strings of his beloved instrument. The rock god panicked and swung the guitar so it smashed over Jack’s head, but it did nothing except spur the murderer further.

Nick cried out in fear as he continued running, yelping when he tripped on his way onto the stage. In mere moments, Foggy Jack was upon him once more, wielding his cleaver in confidence.

“Please, don’t kill me! Have mercy!” Lightbearer sobbed, protectively crossing his arms over his face.

The serial killer scoffed and raised his cleaver above his head. “Why would I give mercy to someone who continues to hurt me? You run, and run, and keep fleeing when all I want is to love you!” He bared his teeth with a snarl. “Any last words?”

“You don’t have to do this! We can talk it ou-GYAAAH!!” A screech of pain was ripped from the rockstar’s throat as the weapon the other was carrying was soon lodged right in the spot between his shoulder and his chest, dangerously close to his throat. “No, nononononono, you- you can’t do this to me, you can’t kill me, it’s not fair!” Nick whimpered softly, his hands grasping his killer’s wrist. “Please, please, why?”

Foggy Jack didn’t answer, instead yanking his wrist out of Nick’s hands to pull the cleaver out of Nick’s torso with a grunt. He stared down at the rock god bleeding out at his feet, his thoughts a flurry in his mind.

“You’re a fucking monster,” Nick spat, unable to sit up from his fallen position. “You’re lucky it’s nice out. I’d have hated to die in that bloody hotel.” He looked up at the twinkling stars, taking in their beauty as the cool air of the night brushed over his face.

Jack turned to follow Nick’s gaze, eventually sitting beside the man. “I’m… sorry,” he finally said, sorrowfully looking at the man next to him.

“A little late for that.” Nick’s voice came out soft and resigned. His face was pale, and he was weak. “I used to love your show, you know. I could have loved you, too, if you let me, but.. you just keep hurting me, and now I’m dying. You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. I should have done better.” The killer looked at his shoes, then at the stars, feeling the breeze chill the metal mask on his face. “I should have been better. I could have been everything to you, I could have been a good man. But I’m not, and now it’s too late.”

When Nick didn’t reply, Jack turned to face him again, seeing the man’s glossy eyes staring up at nothing. The still-living man couldn’t help the pained sob that left his lips as he took the other into his arms, holding him close and crying tears that stained the Lightbearer’s bloodied Glad Rags. All he had done was for naught, every effort thrown away with a single mistake.

Jack Worthing would remember that night for the rest of his afterlife.

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