Unforgiven (Sequel to No Chance)

He was alone. I watched him. Morgan left to find some fabric for a cosplay. She took Phoebe with her. Stephanie went out to some Cookie Convention, and Brett went to the office to work.

Nate and I are alone, and I hate it.

I'm terrified.

I can't be alone with him.

I'll kill him.

Even though I don't want to.

But thankfully, he's leaving..

After Morgan gets back, he is leaving. He might leave earlier.

I sat on the sofa, with my laptop and headphones, while Nate was across the room with a ukulele, hanging upside down off his couch like he did at my house. Only this time, he won't fall, and whack his head off hard flooring.

I sat there silently, looking over at him. He had sunglasses on, playing one of his songs, Dawn Of The Third Day on the ukulele.

My vision decided to blur, but it didn't bother me. I was far enough away from Nate, that I wouldn't hurt him.

I saw the same vision again. Of everyone dying. Mark, Nate, Morgan and Andy.. But, I know it's fake. I know they aren't dead. All of them will remain living.

Except for Nate.

I have no choice.

He's in danger. He's trapped.

I need to find a way to protect him.

My dark side wants him dead, and I don't.. But I can't fight it any more. I know I'm dangerous.

In the blur, I heard the dog whining, and I saw Nate get up. After he got up, the vision clear and I was able to see again.

"Hey!" I hear Nate call.

I look over seeing Nate standing in front of me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yes, why?"

"You were staring again." He said to me, setting down a glass on a coaster, on his coffee table.

"Oh."

"You feeling okay?" He asked me. "You've been acting pretty weird." He said.

"How so?" I ask.

"Well, I mean. You stabbed me with my scissors, then tried to cut my throat open in my office, and Morgan thinks the bruises on my neck are from you.. Though I know you didn't." He said to me silently.

"The scissors were purely an accident." I say.

"Mhm, how about the knife to the throat?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I actually don't know what came over me, Nate. I guess it was --"

"Never mind." He cut me off. "It doesn't matter. I mean, I don't feel 100% safe, but for some reason, but I'm probably over thinking things." He said to me.

I was just silent for a moment.

"Maybe you need some fresh air." Nate said pulling me up. "I have some errands to run, come with."

I just looked at him, with a sigh. "Alright."

--

So I went, I followed him down a street of Burbank. Oddly enough, it was dark.

"Fresh air helps." I tell him, keeping up with him.

"It usually does." He said walking down the street, rounding the corner.

I follow him, noticing the shadow of the Phantom I keep seeing. I look at it, seeing it narrow his eyes.

"Why are you stalling?" It asked. "He's weak. Kill him now!!"

"No." I suddenly yell.

"Did you say something?" Nate asked.

"No." I say, looking at him.

Nate looked at me, raising his eyebrow. "Uh, okay." He said, silently, walking more.

I suddenly see him walk past an alley way.

That's when I saw nothing again. Everything is dark again. All I saw was Nate turn to me, tilting his head confused.

"Matthew?" He asked silently. "Is everything okay?"

"Nothing is okay, Nathan." I say to him. "I'm broken."

I start walking towards him. He started backing up.

Now is my chance. If I don't kill him, if I just knock him out, maybe I can trap him, and weaken him. It wouldn't hurt me as much if he died from a weakness, instead of my knife.

"Don't be afraid, I am not going to hurt you." I suddenly said, looking down. "You have nothing to fear."

"Matthew?" He backed into the alley.

"Do you know what it's like?" I asked, turning to him, as I followed him.

"What it's like to feel empty? To be soulless? To not feel any pain? To only feel numb?"

"Matt? Matt what's wrong?"

"I'm just empty inside.. A shell. Maybe. I'm nothing."

I finally cornered him in the in alley. His back was up against the wall. He had no where to go. I felt the knife in my hand.

I wasn't going to kill him now. Not yet at least.

"See, I don't want to hurt you, Nate, but I have no choice. I have to. He won't stop haunting me... The only way to make him go away is to end your life!" I say to him.

The young musicians eyes narrowed as he backed up slowly. "Matthew, what's the matter? Snap out of it!"

"Don't worry." I finally walk up to him. "This will only hurt for a moment." I say to him, before knocking him out with a some ply wood I found in the alley way. I watched him drop limp to the cement, blood spreading from a wound I opened with the wood.

Snapping back to reality, I realize what I have done...

With a sigh, I pick up the limp body of Nate Smith, finding my way to the dark, hoping to find the abandoned building I saw in my last vision.

I hope this will make the nightmares go away.