What Halloween Means to Me
Author:
all_depends Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: Third
Summary: Ryan and Brendon are in for a surprise at the Lynch residence.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, nobody belongs to me, and it's all part of my own imagination.
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youignorantfool Author Notes: I have this curse of being late forever and always. Sorry. I wrote this just today. I was planning on writing a chaptered Halloween special kind of thing, but I didn't have enough time, so you guys are gonna have to wait a whole year for that =] A special thanks to the wonderful Stephen Lynch for being so awesome. And creepy. Happy Halloween!
The night was cold and breezy. Dusk had long been gone by now, but many still roamed the streets, hunting candy and a good scare. Two boys spent part of their Halloween night inside a cemetery, where the dead took their eternal naps.
Ryan—manmade blood leaving his hair and covering much of his face and his white and scratched t-shirt—had suggested the cemetery to add some terror to their night. "It's not abandoned. How can there be an abandoned graveyard? Unless the bodies were taken away."
"Hmm, I guess you're right," said Brendon. Black boots, a black eye patch, a red and white bandana, and a fake sword formed part of his pirate costume.
The two boys kept walking among the graves of the deceased, reading some of them and skipping others. They decided to stop and sit down on the dirty ground somewhere.
"Are you tired?" Brendon asked him. "For the night."
"I don't mind leaving or staying," Ryan replied. "But I have to admit this place is giving me something close to the creeps. And the chills."
"Hah, you're such a scary cat," scorned Brendon. Then he felt a soft and peculiar sensation tickling his arm. He looked down to his right and saw a spider crawling up his sleeve. Standing up in one jump, he frantically tried to get the insect off his arm.
"Nice one," said Ryan.
"Hey, spiders bite!" Brendon protested defensively. "I don't wanna die from spider poison or something."
"Uh-huh."
Brendon shot Ryan an indignant look and asked him if he wanted to go trick-or-treating some more.
Just as Brendon stopped speaking, a distant, muffled cry took away the silence of the cemetery. The voice seemed to come from a tortured woman letting out her pain. Ryan and Brendon looked at each other wide-eyed and contained the air inside their lungs.
"What was that?" Ryan asked as he got up next to Brendon.
Once again, a voice was heard. This time it was a male whispering the word "No."
Ryan and Brendon grasped each other's hands and ran out of the place, running out of breath once they were out.
"Bren, let's go home," Ryan told him, unwilling to stay there any longer.
"Ry, it's okay," he said. "It's probably some other kids trying to scare us. Let's go get some candy, yeah?"
Ryan didn't want to get any more candy at all. He tried to tell Brendon to reconsider, but Brendon ignored him and took him back to the streets. Out there, many kids and teens and parents traveled on the sidewalks, stopping at every door. From ghosts to giant phones, there were all kinds of cute, scary, and creative costumes.
Down the street, Brendon saw a house fully decorated with Halloween ornaments. Scattered pumpkins, Jack-O-Lanterns, human skulls, a black coffin, and even a seemingly dead body hanging from the roof got Brendon's attention and interest. "Let's go there," he told Ryan.
"Okay," he agreed, though still reluctant to being outside.
When they reached the doorstep of the house, Brendon pressed the doorbell button and waited for an answer. After a few seconds, the door handle turned and the door opened merely by a crack. Looking out was a pair of blue-green eyes, glancing at Ryan and Brendon back and forth to study them.
"Yes?" asked a voice, the man behind the door.
"Uh, trick or treat?" answered Brendon, thinking it was fairly obvious what they wanted.
The man carefully opened the door wider, revealing his whole figure to the boys. Probably in his late thirties, he was a white male with a shaved face and short, brown hair styled carelessly with some gel. He grinned at the boys and said, "Of course, you want some treats." Brendon and Ryan looked at each other confused while the man looked through his pumpkin basket on the counter. "I'm afraid I don't have enough for the both of you," he said, a look of despair on his face. Suddenly, his expression brightened. "Oh, I just remembered I have more candy in my basement. Would you two boys like to come in and wait for me to come back?"
The boys silently agreed to comply and did as the man suggested.
The man grinned wide again. He said, "I won't take long," and left the two boys alone in his living room.
Ryan looked around the house while he waited. It was a nice home, with decent furniture, and very organized. He then spotted the clock and realized it was way past their bedtime. "We should go home after this," he said to Brendon, pointing to the clock on the wall.
"All right, then."
"You're not just saying that, right? I'll get killed if I'm not home soon."
Brendon took Ryan's head with his hand and planted a kiss on his hair. "Yes, we're heading home after this."
When the man finally came back, his orange bucket was filled to the point that the candy was almost spilling out from it. He asked the guys to take whatever they wanted, as much as they wanted. Holding the bucket, the two of them looked through it for anything that looked appetizing while the man walked around them.
As fast as the blink of an eye, the man caged the boys in his arms, clasping their mouths and noses with some towels. Brendon and Ryan tried desperately to free themselves from the man's grasp, but soon they were falling unconscious onto the floor.
*!*
Upon awakening, Ryan and Brendon found themselves taped to a chair each, with duct tape securing their wrists and ankles to the chairs and sealing their mouths shut. They were in an obscure room, no windows or lights except for a red glow emitted from inside a colored light bulb on the ceiling. They looked to their side to find each other, exchanging looks and growls of fear. They couldn't see clearly, but they were able to make out a tall, large table a few feet away from them. On the wall opposite to them was a collection of knives, saws, ropes, and other tools they didn't even recognize.
Then they heard a door open; it was the door leading to the basement. For a moment the boys could see bright light as the man entered and went down to accompany them.
"You're awake now," he pointed out.
The boys tried to scream, but the man ignored their pleas. Instead, he headed for the tools and grabbed a large kitchen knife. He rubbed his fingers against it, testing its sharpness. Then he walked over to where the boys were, always tilting his head slightly to the right and raising his left eyebrow and, of course, giving that daunting smirk he wore so much. He approached Ryan and caressed his hair, kneeling down a bit to talk into his ear. "Don't be afraid, little boy," he said. "I don't like my meat hard and tense.”
Ryan let out woeful whimpers and closed his eyes in terror.
The man turned to Brendon next, changing positions to stand by him. "What about you? Are you scared?"
Brendon was trembling with fear, and his eyes gave it away. Still, he did not reply.
"Aww, it's okay, young one. You know what? I'll let you go! In fact, I'll let you both go! What do you say to that?" He looked at both of them with a grin so wide and his whole face so filled with joy.
Brendon and Ryan seemed confused and didn't know what to make of it. But their hopes improved when the man cut the tape tying the boys to the chairs. In a few moments, they were completely free.
"There! You're free to go!" he said, gesturing to the door with his arm.
The boys hesitated momentarily but then started running for the door. When they reached it, it was locked from the outside, so there was no way to open it.
"Haha! Just kidding! You should've seen your faces; you were so happy," he mocked.
Brendon left his fear aside and was struck with anger now. He ran toward the man and tried to attack him, but a taser stopped him immediately and sent him to the ground.
"Who wants to eat?!" the man asked before grabbing Brendon and struggling to tie him to the table against his will. When he was almost done, Ryan came from behind him and surrounded his neck with his arm, trying to strangle him. The man was restricted of air, but he still managed to get ahold of Ryan and handcuffed him to a pole. "Please, don't fight."
The man then proceeded to take a chainsaw from his wall. He turned it on, exclaiming, "Yes! Roar for poppa!"
"No! Please! No!" pleaded Brendon. But it was useless, for his blood then splattered and stained the man's shirt and face. Ryan watched horrified as Brendon was being mutilated in half and his guts found their way out.
"Mwahahaha!" laughed the man maniacally. He put his chainsaw down and grabbed a knife and fork, carving inside Brendon's body for his internal organs. After he had added various human ingredients to his stew, he addressed Ryan. "Want to try some?"
"Go to Hell!" he yelled at him, tears streaming down his face.
"Your loss," he said. "Anyway, you're next." He moved Brendon's remains to the side and got Ryan on the table, his body facing down. This time, he held a machete knife in his hand. "Okay, ready?" Ryan tightened his eyes and held his breath, every inch of him shaking.
"One, two..." Before the man could say three, Ryan's head was rolling on the table while his body expulsed a puddle of blood that matched the one on his costume.
*!*
Several minutes later, while the man hummed a little tune and prepared his dinner in the basement, another couple of kids rang the doorbell.
One of them, Jon, was dressed as a slice of Swiss cheese. The other one, Spencer, was disguised as a round pumpkin pie.
"There's nobody. Let's go, Jon."
The boys stood there a second and started walking back. Before they could leave, the door opened lightly, and they returned. "Trick or treat," said Jon.
"Hi there, kids. You want a treat? I think you'll be my treat because you guys look so delicious."
"Uh, thanks," said Spencer.
The man looked at them both and smirked. "No, thank you."
Y fin.