A/N: Sorry for not writing this for almost three weeks, lol. I think I will update this during the weekends along with Will I and An Unbreakable Bond. Divergent will be updated daily.

WARNING: Someone gets stabbed

Jake drove slowly, happy to see Scott and Mitch. His heart broke when he noticed that the childlike happiness and the gleam in their eyes were gone when he saw them. Wyatt being injured was a huge contributor to that, especially Mitch's lack of happiness, but a lot has happened that caused them to be sad.

Esther dying.

Darien dying.

Two bus drivers dying.

Alex dying.

Jake was supposed to be Alex's best man. The young man talked constantly about the wedding and seemed to smile nonstop. They were supposed to have his bachelor party that same day, but everything changed. Someone took Alex's life away.

And Jake didn't even get to say goodbye.

"I miss you so much, Alex. Please come back."

Jake jumped when a car ran in the back of him. He looked back to find a masked figure driving very close to him and widened his eyes when the person tore the mask off. He gripped onto the steering wheel tighter, refusing to die today.

"Try to catch me."

Jake made a U-turn knowing that it might be illegal, but he did not care. All he cares about was telling his friends that he almost died from some irresponsible freak that was wearing a mask that resembled the murderer.

Something in his mind just clicked.

He widened his eyes and drive quickly, not wanting anyone he loves being injured. He refuses to let that happen. Besides, he has some news that will shock everybody.

I know who the murderer is.

~~~

"Kevin? Kev, wake up."

Kevin opened his eyes to find out that he was still on the floor. Avi was looking over him, a worried look on his face. Kevin managed to sit up, hissing at the headache he received from his fainting spell. Rain still fell, sounding like whispers when the drops fell on the window. Avi went to get a glass of water and some pills, offering them to his boyfriend.

"Take them. You'll feel better," Avi commanded, sitting down next to Kevin. The beatboxer nodded and did as he was told, setting the glass down when he was finished. "Do you want to call the police? Do you think that we could do that?"

"And have that police man come over and arrest us because since the blood is on our door, it's automatically belongs to us? Yeah, no thank you."

Avi laughed a bit, nodding slowly. He wanted to though because if they did call the police, the mystery could be solved. The murderer could be found and everything will be okay.

Right?

"I'll call them," Avi told Kevin, standing up. Kevin nodded slightly, watching the shorter man walk to the phone. "And I'll make sure to request another police man, not 'you're arrested because you breathed when I was talking'."

Kevin laughed, smiling a bit. Avi knew how to make everything better with jut a few simple words. The inspirational tweets Avi tweeted made him better each day, even though he knew that the bass followed a multitude of inspirational quotes Twitter accounts. He didn't mind at all though.

"No, no, no! This can't happen!"

"What's the matter?"

Kevin stood up quickly, walking over to Avi. Avi looked up at him, his eyes full of worry.

"Our phone is disconnected."

Unbeknownst to them, someone managed to cut their phone lines. They laughed evilly and hopped in the truck they had, driving off to their next location.

Scömìche's house.

~~~

Mitch jumped when he heard glass breaking, holding on to Wyatt with all his might. Scott snored quietly, his chest raising up and down slowly. Mitch shook Scott, hoping to wake him up right away.

"Scott, wake up!"

"Ugh, five more minutes."

"Scott!"

"Mom, be quiet. I'm trying to watch Finding Nemo."

"I think someone is in our house."

Scott woke up immediately, getting out of bed as fast as he could. He took Mitch's hands and looked at him seriously, his blue eyes full of sorrow.

"Mitch," Scott began, his voice shaking slightly. Mitch nodded, afraid of what Scott is going to say. "I'm going down there. If I die-"

"Scott, no," Mitch whispered, shaking his head. He began to cry, sobbing quietly. "You can't. I don't want to lose you."

"Babe, it's going to be okay," Scott reassured, kissing Mitch's forehead. The tenor only began to cry harder, holing onto his new boyfriend. "Mitch, I'm doing it to protect you. I'll be fine."

"You're going to die. I'm going to lose you. I'm going to lose my sunshine."

"Remember how I told you how Alex wanted me to be with you if he died before we were married?" Scott asked tenderly, putting his hands on Mitch's cheeks. Mitch nodded, the tears falling faster now. "Do you know what I want?"

"What?"

"For you to be safe. I will sacrifice myself just for you to be safe. I'm going to be okay, baby."

Scott kissed Mitch once more and let go of the embrace quickly, walking out of their room. He cold hear Mitch sobbing quietly, his heart aching for him. He can't believe he is doing this. The band can't lose someone else, especially one of the members.

Maybe I'm the protector of this group. Maybe this is my destiny. I'm supposed to save them.

He heard something shatter from the kitchen and he picked up something, noticing it was the Beyoncé book from earlier. He laughed to himself, shaking his head.

Scott, you are an idiot.

Scott stopped laughing and went into the kitchen, stopping when he found two figures in the kitchen, both of them wearing masks and black cloaks. He widened his eyes and backed off to the phone, ready to all the police.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

That voice. It sounded familiar, but Scott couldn't quite place it. He watched as one of the figures ran upstairs and he almost ran after them, but the other figure stopped him. He pushed them quickly, happy to see that they fell the ground. That happiness ended quickly when a scream and through his ears, causing to him to freeze momentarily.

"SCOTT, HELP ME!"

"Mitch!"

Scott ran upstairs, pushing the figure once more when they ran behind him. The figure fell downstairs and got up quickly, seeming to glare at Scott. They ran out of the house quickly, not looking back. Scott sook his head and ran into his room, gasping at the sight in front of him.

Mitch was semi-conscious, his eyes half-opened. The window was open, making the room cold and the floor wet from the rain. Wyatt was meowing like crazy, wanting to be with us owner. The worst part?

Blood covered every inch of Mitch's torso, making it look like he was a canvas. Scott quickly ran up to him and picked him up quickly, sobbing loudly.

"Sc-Scott?" Mitch asked weakly, slurring a bit. Scott ran downstairs, his heart beating fast. "Am I dy-dy-ing?"

"No, baby. You're going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay."

"I'm so tired."

"I know, baby. Just stay up."

Scott laid Mitch down in the car quickly and hopped in the driver's seat, driving to the hospital quickly. Mitch's gasps for air only made him drive faster, no wanting to lose another person he loved.

Mitch, I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you.

A/N: Again, sorry for not updating this. Divergent is my main focus right now. This story will end in maybe five to eight chapters, I don't know. Any guesses on the murderers yet? Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧