They sat on their heels in the dirt, hands tied behind their backs, tears sliding down their cheeks.

The blonde stared at the two men in front of him, his heart racing in fear. This kind of thing only happened in movies, not in real life. He was a normal person, he didn’t do drugs, wasn’t involved in gangs or any shady underground dealings. How had he ended up here?

The man yelled his demand once again, pushing Scott forward a bit.. “CHOOSE! You have 30 seconds to make a choice or they both die.”

His eyes moved back and forth between the two most important people in his life and then back to the man holding a gun at the ready, slowly moving it between the two. How could he be forced to make this decision? No matter what he said or did he’d never be able to live with himself. He never wanted this kind of power, the power of life and death in his hands. He was about to break.  “Please just kill me. Let them go.”

“Choose or they both die. Twenty seconds.”

“I don’t….”  His terror stole his voice and he closed his eyes, as he sobbed. He couldn’t even hold himself together.

“Fifteen seconds.”

His eyes shot open again, taking in all he could. Alex was watching him, eyes begging to be saved, but too afraid to speak.  Of course it would be Mitch who spoke up.

“It’s okay, Scott. Don't be scared. It’s not your fault, okay? You’re going to be fine.” His lips trembled, tears flowed in crooked lines down his dirty face. His body trembled, understandably terrified, but refusing to cower down. He wouldn’t make Scott live with this choice. He would make it for him. If ever he’d had a reason to give his life, dying so that Scott could survive was at least a noble one.  Alex would take care of him and Scott would recover, maybe even thrive.  “He chooses Alex. He chooses him.”

Scott shook his head and whispered, “No…”  There was no way he could imagine a world without Mitch in it. He never wanted to. He couldn’t make it without him. He was his heart and soul. No. As horrible as it was, if Alex died he would mourn him for a long while, but he would eventually move on. If Mitch died, he was sure he’d never recover. There was no way he’d make it through that.  No matter what happened, Mitch had to live.

“Fine, it’s you,”  the gunman said almost gleefully.

His blood ran cold as the man finally settled his gun and took two steps forward, aimed directly at Mitch's forehead.  He watched as he bravely stared it down, braced for impact.  

He cocked his gun, then looked one last time at Scott.

“No!” Scott flung himself down on his knees in front of Mitch, wrapping his arms around him and pulling his head towards his chest to shield him....

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So this is how this works, boys + girls... 

This is the beginning ... THEN comes the fun part... YOU get to choose your own ending.

Pick a number.. 1-5 

Your choices will be posted soon under their respective number.  

((Author collaboration - 5 different endings 4 different authors <3  You will find out your author at the end of your journey :)     Buckle your seatbelts folks! ))

***THiS IS THE BEGINNING PART - THE NEXT 5 CHAPTERS ARE ONLY DIFFERENT ALTERNATE ENDINGS TO THIS CHAPTER.  WE GAVE THE BEGINNING PART TO EACH WRITER AND LET THEM COME UP WITH THEIR OWN ENDINGS***