Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Living the Life ❯ Deadly Aunts ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

Disclaimer: This story belongs to Smortz. Characters and plot created by me as well

Ryan sighed, trying to absorb the change he'd seen in his friend. Quinn had hated when he killed spiders, or flies, and now she had killed five, at the minimum, people.

He thought back to the look on her face as the blood splattered across it. There was no expression, her lips had been tightened, her eyes had closed on impact but that hadn't stopped her perfect aim. She had looked deadly, cold and he shivered at the thought as he looked at the time.

Her face had haunted him for the passed three hours. Mike stood up and wondered into his room and Ryan hated the fact that his anger spiked instantly.

Betrayal, guilt filled him at the thought of what secret she'd told him. The thought that her and Mike had done that, when he had dreamed of being her first, made him what to turn the barrel of a gun on Mike.

He stood up and walked towards her bedroom quietly nudging the door open to see Mike sitting on the edge of the bed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “What are you doing?” Ryan asked, disgusted at the display.

He, him, Ryan, had always been the one to play with her hair in her sleep.

“It calms her down,” Mike grumbled out, cheeks blushing.

“She's fine,” Ryan whispered.

“How are the little ones?” Mike asked, before holding up the orange prescription bottle. “She's out for at least three hours you know that.”

Ryan could've attacked him at that. It'd taken him a whole year to figure out her clock on meds and Mike had done it in a span of two weeks.

“Alex and Izzie are asleep, Branson's eating,” Ryan explained as he sat on the chair in the corner, staring at the slumbering Quinn.

“H-How could you do that?” Ryan asked, his fists clenching in his pants. “Y-You knew I…”

“Wanted her?” Mike finished. “All you did was hurt her though! She didn't find me you know? Some guys were picking on her out front, over heard your little daddy's girl joke you played. She was almost in tears but did well to hide it. I offered her my drink but she declined it the first time.”

Mike laughed softly, “S-She really hated you that night.”

Ryan cringed. “I-I didn't want her around,” he explained.

“She's not stupid though, Ryan,” Mike mumbled, “Quinn's smart, scary smart, she knows what you're thinking before you, yourself know, so when she said she hated you, well, I bit the bullet and tried.”

“You knew she was vulnerable though,” Ryan hissed out.

“Half the girls you do are vulnerable,” Mike whispered harshly, Ryan hated how he was right. “Come on, I don't want to wake her up.”

“I'll stay,” Ryan whispered in return, he inwardly thanked Mike for leaving him alone.

He sighed, as he stood up shrugging off his shirt before peeling the covers back. She seemed to subconscious scoot over as he slid in and wrapped his arm around her.

“…I'm not having a nightmare,” she grumped out, half-asleep.

“I know,” Ryan whispered, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek.

“I'm fine by myself,” she murmured and he smiled at her stubbornness. “Quinn, I'm sorry,” he said firmly.

Her eyes flickered open and he felt guilty for waking her up as he hid his nose in those auburn locks. “I-I'm sorry Quinn,” he forced out, the words a lot harder when she was awake.

“R-Ryan?” She asked, pushing herself up, “There's nothing to be sorry for.”

“Don't be stupid,” Ryan forced out, “I've been an asshole, trying to push you away.”

Quinn's eyes widened and she felt panic crawl into her chest. “Don't say that,” she muttered, unraveling his arms from her, “don't come in and say that.”

Ryan hated this side of Quinn. The stubborn side, the side that had no idea how to handle things like this. “I'm sorry for treating you like shit and I'm sorry for pushing you away,” he got out.

Quinn forced herself out of bed. “If it took me sleeping with your friend to figure it out, I don't know if I should forgive you,” she spoke sternly,

Ryan grabbed her arm when she made a move to stand up, “D-Don't.”

He had never liked pleading either.

“You're in a competition now,” Quinn murmured, “now that you know what Mike and I did you're trying to get closer, you've always been like this.”

Ryan shook his head instantly, “No, I swear that's not what I meant.”

“That's why you did it though!” She shouted. “You're scared, I know you!”

Quinn hated how he went quiet, wanting him to prove that he hadn't done it cause he envied Mike, jealous of Mike, simply because Mike had gotten closer.

“Shit, Ryan, let's just call it friends,” she whispered.

Ryan growled, “I'm trying damn it!” The outburst had Quinn quiet before she sighed.

“Y-You really grew to hate me,” he said quietly a small rasp to his voice, “you really grew to hate me.”

Quinn sighed, “Didn't give me a choice.”

Ryan tugged on her arm, “Quinn, lets just sleep then? Whenever we got into a fight you'd sneak into my bed and I'd wake up smiling cause you were next to me, can't it be like that?”

She didn't know how to reply to that and she let out a shaky breath as she climbed back in. “I-Its hard to hate you,” she rumbled.

Ryan chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Night, Quinn.”

Mike sighed pulling his ear from the other side of the door. Branson looked at him, “Want something to eat?”

Mike stared at the younger boy, sandwich makings along the counter. “Yea, a lot of cheese.”

Izzie looked at him from over the couch, “Are you going to fight for her?”

Shrugging his shoulders he sat in the recliner next to the sofa, “Don't know if I should try.”

“Do you like her a lot?” Alex asked.

Mike forced a nod as Branson handed him a sandwich.

“Then you should try,” Branson chimed in as he went back to making sandwiches.

Mike snorted, lighting a cigarette, “What are you guys, the three stooges? They're childhood friends.”

“So? You took her virginity,” Branson murmured, “Girls always feel that special bond with those guys.”

Mike almost spat his cigarette out with laughter before there was a loud boom. “W-What was that?” Izzie asked and he got up, grabbing the handgun off the counter and looking out the porch. The gate was being beaten on rapidly. “Izzie, wake up Quinn and Ryan, tell her to get her aunt on the phone.”

When Izzie disappeared he looked to Branson, “Let's get that window covered?” He asked as he ushered Alex into the office, grabbing one edge of the bookcase as they slid it out of the room.

Quinn came out of his bedroom, and he stopped to admire her for a moment. She was tripped in the confines of his blanket, a cell phone between her head and ear, the gun in her hand as she loaded it. “Barb? You here? We have lots of company. We're boarding up the house.”

“What do you mean another hour? I don't think we have another hour!” She hissed out as they slid the bookcase in front of the broken window.

“Yea, I can survive until then,” she whispered quietly as she began to scribble things down.

“Barb, you better be coming with a shit loud of ammo, we got a three inch thigh cement gate and they're moving it!” She shouted angrily into it before tossing the phone on the counter. “Mike I need these stuff,” she mumbled handing him the list.

“You want to make an air soft grenade? That's it?”

“Shut up and get the makings, she growled before she opened the garage door, “Help me out here, I need gasoline, lighter fluid, anything that's highly flammable.”

Quinn was happy to see them all begin to look before Ryan shouted a got it. “Looking at the large red container in his hand she lifted it and gawked. It's empty!”

He smiled sheepishly and she shook her head at him before Mike sighed and opened the side garage door, showing them another garage with a car inside it.

“Give me it,” he muttered as he grabbed a cordlike pipe off the wall and shoved it into the gas tank.

Quinn giggled watching as he siphoned the gas from his own car and wiped his mouth after spitting, “Here.”

“Thank you, Ryan, lighter?”

“What?” He asked.

Quinn took her own methods to heart as she shoved her hand into his front pocket and snatched the lighter wandering back inside before going through the front. “Hand me the water bottles,” she called out.

Mike followed with the large bin full of bottles. “Okay, each time you make one hand it to me,” she whispered as she turned on the ambulance and drove it just in front of the gate, hopping on to the roof.

The zombies all shouted with glee as she got on her knees and took the first finalized nail bomb from Ryan and shook it for fifteen seconds, dropping it into the pit of zombies. She fell flat against the ambulance, not wanting to get skewered.

“Alex come up where with me and help,” she instructed as she threw the other one down and covered her head.

A nail fell into her shoulder and she hissed in discomfort. “Quinn you okay?” Mike asked, Ryan nodded his head in worried agreement. “Fine, it's my left arm.”

Quinn began tossing some down and she was almost shocked that they were actually getting zombies to die with these pitiful bombs.

”Gasoline, she grumbled before balancing on the gate, her feet sticking between the iron, “Alex grab me from behind so I don't fucking fall.” She grumbled out as said boy grabbed her hips. She sprayed the gasoline over their heads before tearing off a piece of his shirt, lighting it of fire and dropping it.

The whole pit was engulfed in flames and she tossed the lighter black to Ryan who grinned in happiness.

“You're way too connected with that thing,” she muttered as she watched zombies writhe and moan. Branson came running from the apartment, “Phone!”

He tossed it up to her as she took out her Beretta. “Yea?” She asked as she took aim at the street, closing one eye and pulling the trigger. The zombie fell to the ground. “Do you see us off in the distance, that's you with the fire right?”

At that she instantly began looking around, trying to find the flashing blue and red lights. “I can't see you yet,” she grumped out. “Get on the roof though,” Barb commanded.

“Ryan, drive the ambulance into the house, we're getting on the roof,” she called down below, “Mike hand me all the guns we have.”

“Wow, you've got them following your commands, you really are my niece!” Barb cheered and finally she saw them behind the house, the blue and red flashing. “I see you!” She shouted.

Mike tossed up the guns and Ryan began to crawl towards the front door as she helped Izzie and Branson up, then Ryan and Mike. They steppe don to the roof and she smiled at the helicopter noise.

She hung up the phone saw the rope hanging down from it as Barb waved at her, the tight army uniform hanging on her shoulders as the helicopter hovered. Quinn was engulfed in a hug as she giggled, “Okay, I got your Barrett M98 in the helicopter.”

Quinn hugged her tighter.