![]() ![]() He escapes and collapses in a nearby junkyard, where a certain “inventor” just so happens to be working. When Chase is kidnapped and forcibly transformed into a creature reminiscent of a cat, his mind is shattered between his morals and new, terrifying instincts as he is continually tortured and abused. If anyone would like to send concepts or questions, I’d love to hear them! This AU is still in development, hehe! ^^ If you are interested in this AU, here is a link to the Random Concepts for it! I made some changes to Jameson so he’s no longer a banshee, but rather a mute “nightmare” that is supposed to eat flesh - but don’t worry! He’s vegan! (At least until Halloween) He crumpled to the floor and Stacy screamed.Finally finished the designs of the Misfits / Monster AU egos! They took forever and vary in quality, but they’re good references for now! Marvin is my personal favourite! The bullet splintered the glass then shot through Chases' temple and hit the wall. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the direction of the window. Stacy led them back towards the front door not taking her eyes off of Chase. “Mom, what's wrong with dad?” Morgan asked, but Stacy couldn't bring herself to answer. “Dad?” Stacy pulled Morgan and Sam behind her. “Oh my god.” Stacy stumbled back, only to realize she should have shut the door when he started to shamble out of the room. Is everything okay?” He turned at the sound of her voice. Pushing open the door, she called to him, “Chase. She decided to give him a little more time before she went to check on him. But now she could hear him shuffling around in the room. She stayed with their kids as they slept, and she napped off-and-on. Once the phone booted up he checked the power. There wasn't much time left for him, he knew this, so he wanted to do this now. He knew there wasn't any reception but he hoped there was still some battery power left. He hoped that they still would.Ĭhase sat lost in his thoughts for awhile before he moved and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Who was going to look after them? They had traveled so far but had yet to find a safe place. What was going to happen to Stacy and his kids? Sam and Morgan. Slowly, he set the gun down next to him before he rested his head in his hands. Finally, he let out a sigh and lowered the weapon as he opened his eyes. He shut his eyes and told himself that this was the only way. ![]() Chase took a breathe and lifted the gun to his temple. It was an infection of the dead and there was no cure. Was that really the only way? He held the gun in his hands, trying to think of another option. Reaching behind him he grabbed the handgun he always kept with him now. Then, suddenly, as realization hit him, Chase stopped. Right? Anything so he wouldn't become one of those things. With another kiss she left the room.Īfter a couple minutes past, Chase got up and began pacing the room. Please?” With some reluctance Stacy agreed. I think, I'm gonna stay here and get some rest.” When she broke the kiss, she asked him to come sit with her and their kids. “Always and forever,” she echoed before leaning forward and giving him a kiss. He remembered practically having to beg her to agree to get a band instead of some fancy ring. “We'll always have each other.” Taking her hand he added, “Together always and forever.” It was the quote that they had engraved on their wedding bands. Yeah, you're right,” he told her, sounding more confident. And if not, then, we will always have each other.” “Are you okay? You've couped yourself up ever since we got here.” “Chase?” Stacy spoke as she cracked the door open and peeked inside. ![]() But now? God, what was he going to do? There was a soft knock on the door and Chase quickly pulled his sleeve back down. It had bled only a little and not enough to soak through his shirt. Chase had to shoot him to get him to let go. ![]() He sure had a strong grip for being dead. Chase had refrained himself from screaming. One of them, some guy he thought looked familiar, grabbed his arm. But he'd been caught and had to fight his way free. He had told Stacy to take the kids and run. How long did it usually take? How long did he have.? It hadn't even been two hours since it happened. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt up, Chase looked at his wound. ![]()
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