“Get up.”

He didn’t respond just held onto the body in his arms even tighter. There was nothing in the world that could get him to let go of Mitch in that moment…

“Move or I make this painful for everyone.”

Still he held on, even when hands tugged at him.

“It’s okay, Scott. You’ll be okay. You have to let me go. Alex is stronger than I am. He can take care of you!” He heard Mitch’s distressed voice trying to get through to him.

He couldn’t. He WOULDN’T.  They would have to kill him before he would let them hurt Mitch anymore than he already had been.

“Do you honestly think you can save him?” He heard another voice taunting him and felt his stomach turn over. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. That voice haunted him every moment of every day and night. He’d never forget it.

Olivier. He could hear his footsteps coming from the direction of the tree line. He couldn’t make himself raise his eyes.

He tried to hold on, clung to skin and clothing as he was forced to let Mitch go. The two men held him with rough hands as he tried to fight against them.

He wanted to glare at the bastard as he finally laid eyes on him, but all he could seem to do was beg. “Please. Just kill me. Let them go.”

“You love him don’t you, our little Michelle.” He pointed his own gun at Mitch’s head and the rhythm of Scott’s heart became a stampede.  

“Please, don’t...“

Everything inside of him stopped… tense, frozen. His breath sat in his lungs, unable to escape.

He locked eyes with Alex momentarily, the fear reducing his friend to a crying, whimpering mess. He wished he’d looked away, because in that moment a shot was fired…  and Mitch wasn’t the recipient.

He pulled backwards, recoiling from what he’d just witnessed. Alex was there one moment... gone the next...  

He was still reeling when he heard that awful laughter. The son of a bitch was LAUGHING.

He wanted to curse at him, scream… yell, but Mitch was still there… sitting quietly on his heels.  He knew he had to hold back everything he wanted to say. He had to protect Mitch.

Olivier smiled at him and took a few steps closer. “Guess I just liked Michelle more than your other boyfriend.”

He wanted to spit in his face and he had to clench his fists to keep his actions in check.

“Save him, Scott. I’m begging you.” He smirked, eyes looking like black voids in the darkness.

“I’ll do anything. Kill me… torture me. I don’t care, just let him go. Please.”

“My bestie. Always so ready to please.” He smiled at Scott and walked over to Mitch.

“Have anything to say for yourself, Michelle?”

Mitch lifted his eyes and turned them to Scott’s. He looked so pale…   young and small. “I love you, Scott.”

“Worst last words ever.” Olivier rolled his eyes and just like that scott’s world ended.

Everything he'd tried so hard to protect... his best friend, his heart… all gone… nothing more than an empty pile of flesh and bone in the dirt.

That laughter echoed in his ears, pressing in and reverberating.

His entire body went limp as it all came crashing down on him and the men released him to fall to his knees.

He opened his mouth and let out a scream of anguish.

...”Scott… baby, wake up. Please… SCOTT.”

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He sat up straight, startling the teary eyed man sitting astride his hips.

“Baby, you’re okay. I’m here. I’m right here. You’re safe.”

He stared at him, letting his heart begin to slow back down to a regular rhythm. “Mitchie?”

“I’m right here. You’re okay.”

He pulled him close, holding him as tight as he could without hurting him. He buried his face in the crook of his neck and let himself sob.

It was never over.

-- feminenemy22 (Lauren)

((if this makes no sense to you I apologize. The beginning was actually an outtake of where 'Lights' was going to go... I just thought it was fitting to tie it in to that same story that it originated from <3))