A few days passed and Jake was pacing his house in worry. Rich hadn't come home. He was just going to talk with Michael, why wasn't he back?

Did he go missing like Dustin, Evan, Connor, and Jared? Was he dead? The thoughts plaguing Jake's mind were enough to makes him cry.

Rich was missing and he had no clue where he was. His boyfriend, his adorable, precious, short, lispy boyfriend was gone...

Jake sighed, sitting on the couch and glancing at the empty red solo cup. He thought about grabbing some of the beer he'd bought after the house fire but shook it off.

It was best just to cry himself out. He turned his phone on and turned on some music.

Rich's playlist. Consisted of mostly anime songs or music from Tim Burton movies. While listening, he went into his photos and scrolled through them, staring longer than healthy at the ones with Rich in them.

He was so caught up in his mourning, he barely noticed the knock at the door. He didn't bother to answer it. He just continued to look through the photos until he reached the end.

He stood up and walked to the door, silently opening it. There was a bag, a heavy, kind of wet, bag. He picked it up and sat it on the kitchen table.

He unwrapped it and watched as it fell open. He stared in horror.

Inside were two arms, sewed off at the ends, one longer than the other. Under the arms was a shirt the colors of the bisexual flag...and Jake knew it was Rich's shirt.

He knew the arms belonged to Rich as well. He recognized the scars. The burn scars, Squip scars, and...other scars.

He intertwined his fingers with one of the hands, crying again. He heard his phone go off and checked his messages.

Rich's number. He realized Rich wouldn't be able to text him without arms...meaning Rich's kidnapper must have done it.

BiBae: Meet me at yours and Rich's old house if you wanna see your boyfriend again.

BiBae: and come alone. Bring the arms. Don't bother to tell anybody.

BiBae: because you'll regret it.

Jake sighed. He texted his friends anyways.

PanJake: guys, I think Rich was kidnapped by the people who took Dustin, Evan, Connor, and Jared. He wants me to meet up with him. I'm taking a weapon.

FroyoQueen: Jake if you find Rich tell him we all said we miss him. Because honestly I've been crying since he vanished.

GossipQueen: same TBH. Like...He was funny and him being gone is weird.

BroadwayBaby: yeah...

PanJake: okay, surprised Chloe isn't on here, but bye guys.

Jake put the phone in his pocket and wrapped the arms back up. He left the house, locking it, and sighing in pain.

He prayed Rich was alive. He prayed to no end he'd see the smile he'd come to love again, tooth gap and all. He wanted to hear the cute lispy voice at least one more time if he was going to die trying to save it.

If only he knew the Hell he was about to endure.

***

Jeremy kissed Michael one last time, preparing to leave.

"Jerm..." Michael mumbled weekly from the couch.

"Yes Love?" Jeremy turned around, innocence in his appearance.

"I...umm...I just wanted to say I love you...So...please don't get caught..."

"I love you too Micha. And I swear I won't get caught. I swear on my love for you I'll keep it all under control." Jeremy waved happily before leaving the house.

He had used a black blanket to obscure himself for when Jake arrived at the building. It was all perfectly set up...Jake was going to be a fun playmate.

Especially since Jeremy knew he would've called the cops by now, thank goodness he got him when he did, otherwise he'd be in jail...and not with Michael.

***

Jake opened the old creeky door of his ex-home and looked around. The light barely shining in the window cast itself on to a foot...two feet...in fact...it was a body.

"R-Rich? Babe is-is it really you!?" Jake ran over to the body excitedly before placing a hand on the cold cheek.

Wet. Something wet was on it. He moved his hand and seen it was stained red.

"R-Richie?" He asked in fear, and he gently nudged the boy, his body falling limp.

Jake used his phone's flashlight to see properly and stood in fear at what he saw.

Rich's body lay there, limp. There were messy stitches where his arms once were, his mouth had blood in it, a bruise on his jaw, his forehead had stitches running through it, blood running through them, and worst of all...where his heart should be was a bloody stab wound.

Jake cried as he crept closer to his boyfriend's body, cradling it like it was a child.

"No...no no no...you weren't supposed to be dead...you were supposed to be alive....he told me you'd be alive..."

"I said he'd be...Heere...not alive." A voice whispered, and before Jake could turn around to see who it was, he felt metal hit the back of his head, and he fell unconscious.