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yabbalovesluna · 3 years
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"We have a new, born baby. We just closed escrow. You wanna spleet up?" - Matteo.
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princesweetpea · 5 years
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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)
All Chapters Here
Chapter: Ten
Warnings: Violence, mentions of gore, language
READ IT ON AO3
A/N: Just a small update before tonight’s finale!
           “Baby,” Rory blinked the sleep out of her eyes and was met with Sweet Pea’s unconscious figure. She had never seemed the boy so peaceful. His brow furrowed in his sleep and he shifted under the sheets. “Baby, don’t go…” His voice was gruff from sleep. He was dreaming.
            “Sweet Pea?” She propped herself on her elbow and pulled the comforter over her bare body. He didn’t budge. “Hey.” Rory cleared her throat, pushing his shoulder. His eyes flew open, and once he reoriented his senses, he sprung up from the bed and started to pace around the room.
            “I shouldn’t have stayed with you.” He stated bitterly as he paced.
            “Okay, then leave. Nothing is keeping you here.” She scoffed, flipping over to face away from him. She dug her fingernails into her palms and she winced slightly. She hugged her arms to her chest as she remembered last night’s events. She screwed her eyes shut, but when she heard the door close, they opened again. Sweet Pea’s clothes were no longer on the floor, and he was nowhere to be seen in the room. Tears stained her cheeks, and she wasn’t sure if the cause was the traumatic events from the night before that also brought up bad memories, or if it was the tumultuous relationship with the confusing Rogue variable that had spent the night holding her. They’re not feelings, it’s just an attraction. I hate him. I hate how he makes me feel.
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            “I’m coming with you.”
            “Mambo, I’ll only be a few minutes. Besides, when has the Black Hood ever come out during the day?” Rory sighed shakily, though she was reasoning more with herself than with her brother. “Jughead’s on speed dial if I need anything. He texted me saying he’s headed to Junkyard Steve’s so he won’t be too far.”
            “I’m not taking no for an answer.” He gritted his teeth, stabbing his switchblade into the wood table. Rory blinked at him, unphased by his behavior, for once.
            “That’s too bad because that’s the answer I’m giving you.” She huffed definitively.
            “Well, you’re not fucking walking. At least let me drive you!” Mambo put his head in his hands and tugged at his messy dark hair. Rory mumbled a ‘fine,’ and with that, they were out the door and heading to Sunnyside Trailer Park.
“How did you expect you carry your art supplies and your cello, along with everything else, walking?” Mambo mocked.
            “I was going to have you drive me, I just like watching you squirm,” Rory grinned. Mambo rolled his eyes at her, pulling into the gravel lot of mostly burned trailers. As he parked the car, his eyes wandered to a trailer in the distance at the furthest end of the trailer park. He didn’t move when Rory opened the car door, still fixated on whatever caught his eye. “You coming? What are you looking at?”
            “I thought I saw…” He trailed off, narrowing his eyes and craning his neck to get a different angle. “Go on ahead. If I’m not here by the time you’re done, just honk and I’ll come back.” Mambo opened and then slammed the door closed and started walking away from the car, not leaving any time for his sister to protest. She saw him pull his switchblade out of his pocket but wrote it off as just a precaution. She couldn’t let her anxiety keep dictating her thoughts, even though her gut told her otherwise.
            Rory fumbled through the drawers of her dresser, packing a few outfits into a large duffle bag. She wasn’t sure how long that they would be staying at Jughead’s. It was still traumatic for her to be in that house, but she didn’t have much of a choice. It was much better than being caught alone in the middle of an abandoned trailer park. She didn’t have only herself to think about anymore. She was now ‘raising’ her brother, though it seemed like he was raising her, sometimes, with the way he protected her. She took her cello outside and put it in the trunk of the car, along with her art supplies, before returning to the camper to finish packing the necessities. While she was in the bathroom retrieving her hygiene products, she heard the door open.
            “So, what was it, a plastic bag?” Rory joked, tucking her body wash into the side of the bag. He didn’t answer. The footsteps coming to her direction were heavy… boot thuds. For a split second, she thought it was maybe Sweet Pea, coming to spew more venom at her; but when she turned around to investigate her brother’s silence, she was met with green eyes, that were not her brother’s, peering through a black hood and a gun pointed at her face. Rory froze, dropping her shampoo to the ground. She bottle rolled until it was stopped by the man’s boot. Her heart was racing, and she scanned his body to make sure it wasn’t a sick joke that someone was playing on her. Her eyes landed on the hook that replaced what was once his hand. It seemed like he’d recognized her, though she had only met Hal Cooper a few times.
            “She screamed for you, you know. Your friend… What was her name… Martha?” He said lowly, mockingly. Except his voice wasn’t his voice. It was… distorted.
            “Midge,” Rory stated boldly, but shakily. Tears escaped her eyes and poured down her cheeks. She didn’t want this monster to see that she was afraid, and she didn’t want to be his next victim. Her eyes landed on his hook, and images of that unknown girl’s face flashed through her memory. “Please, leave.” She pleaded desperately, though she knew her attempts would be futile. He laughed at her darkly, taking her phone from the counter and stomping on it, crushing it beneath his boot.
            “Where is the sinner known as Jughead Jones?” He asked her simply. She eyed the small gap between his shoulder and the doorframe. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in, and she would have to do both. She prayed to whatever higher power or supernatural force that there might be as she darted past him, knocking into his shoulder. She flung objects from the counter behind her as she passed them, putting any obstacles that she could between her and the serial killer that had invaded her home.
            “Help!” She wailed into the open air. He whipped around and yanked her long ponytail, forcing her to the ground. She let out a blood-curdling scream, hoping that Mambo would be able to hear her; that anyone would be able to hear her. He pinned her wrists to the floor with his knees, resting his entire weight on her as he poked the point of his hook into her jugular. She cried and screamed, doing everything in her power to get him off of her, but to no avail. The barrel of his pistol was pressed to the center of her forehead.
            “Tell me where he is and I will spare your life,” He growled, applying more pressure to her neck. She felt the hook pierce her skin and she yelped, feeling thick liquid running down her neck. She wouldn’t give Jughead up. She couldn’t. “You have five seconds before I kill you.” She panicked. I can’t die.
            “Junk… Junkyard Steve’s.” She choked out. Betrayal. She was so ashamed of her weakness. The door burst open, and before she knew it, Mambo was on top of the Black Hood’s back, his switchblade plunged into his shoulder. He yanked it out as the man stood to throw him off. The Black Hood swung his hook at him, and her brother ducked. Mambo threw a punch, which connected with the Hood’s jaw. The man ran to the door, but on his way out, Mambo lunged and sliced his thigh, which caused the killer to groan in pain. Mambo ran out after him, but once it was clear that the man had retreated, he rushed to his sister’s side. He cradled her, rocking her back and forth as she sobbed, her blood staining his white shirt.
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