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He did it
He fucking did it.
Finney Blake killed The Grabber.
He loosen his hold on the phone as it fell, followed by a thud from The Grabber’s body falling.
Adrenaline still pumped as joy went through him. He can leave. He took revenge for himself and the others. He can leave and go back to Gwen.
He turned to the stairs, the light at the top of the basement stairs was like the light of heaven, letting him in.
The adrenaline slowed with every step he took till it was gone right before the first step. The pain hit him quickly. His shoulder was almost cut in half from the axe The Grabber had hit him with. He never realized thanks to being focus only on killing the man. There was so much blood…
No…
No.
He can’t go. He looked up the stairs to the light, it was taunting him now.
He won’t go. Not when he’s just killed The Grabber. He’s gonna leave this basement!
He ignored the pain, the blood that kept dripping. He pushed himself every step he took looking only at the light. Closer and closer he got. Closer he got to leaving this fucking basement. But every step was painful, he was growing weaker…
I can’t-
So close
I can’t die here
I won’t die here
I can’t leave Gwen
I won’t.
I won’t die here!
He ignored the pain. He pushed through with determination. The light was so close. He could reach it.
The axe on his shoulder suddenly grew heavy, pulling him back no matter how much he pushed forward.
I can’t fall. Not when I’m so close
But his efforts were in vain. The axe pulled him back, like The Grabber was still here, touching him… pulling him back… keeping him in the basement with the rest. The light was growing farther and farther away.
No
No!
I can’t-
I was close
I was so close!
Gwen…
I’m sorry I didn’t make it back
I’m sorry, Gwen
The sound of his body hitting the basement floor gave a sickening crack in the quiet basement. His body lay as the pool of his own blood grew. The axe cutting deeper with the fall, not that it mattered, he was dead. Gone.
A feeling of despair washed over the basement even the ghosts felt it. Many emotions went through them it just a few minutes. Encourage at first as they watched Finney get The Grabber in their trap. Anger and Joy as they spoke to The Grabber while he was strangled. Joy and relief when the snap came from The Grabber’s body. Fear when the reality of Finney’s injury was clear as day. Encouragement again as they watched and tried in vain to give some strength to Finney as he climbed the stairs. He took revenge for them and yet it seemed he’ll end up with the same faith as everyone. Stuck in this fucking basement. They watched how close he was to leaving. How the axe grew heavy on his almost cut off shoulder. How he fell. The loud, sickening crack his body made as it hit the floor. Sadness, dread, guilt, grief washed all of them as they watched live leave the young body. They knew Finney would join them here, stuck with them forever. Robin was the most angry, trying to hurt the dead Grabber more while simultaneously trying to find anyway to keep Finney alive… Vance had to forcefully pull the angry ghost away as the anger turned to sorrow. Robin’s angel was dead. His sweet angel who killed a man for them was joining them. Bruce helped Vance hold Robin in one place, away from the scene. Billy and Griffin followed trying to comfort but it was clear they also needed comfort. They sat together, hugging as they shed tears except Vance who stayed strong for them. Loud sobbing soon started, Vance figured it was either Griffin, Billy, or both. He gently started rubbing their backs as he spoke in a surprising gently voice.
“It’s alright…” Vance spoke. Billy and Griffin looked up at Vance, they weren’t sobbing, just tears falling but no loud sobbing. Vance was confused when Robin suddenly stood up from the circle, eyes wide in shock yet some joy lay within. Bruce followed Robin’s eyes, causing his own eyes to widen. Vance followed then Billy and Griffin. Right in front of them stood Finney, body slightly grey scaled like them. The almost cut off shoulder still hanging on but not bleeding anymore. Tears streamed down Finney’s face as sobs came from his throat. Robin practically jumped to Finney, wrapping his arms around his best friend to comfort him. His angel. Robin held Finney close and tightly. Nothing will hurt his angel, not while his around even if nothing can hurt them physically at this point. Billy and Griffin went over and hugged them. Vance and Bruce followed. They stood hugging, a silent comforting. They didn’t stop and turn when police came that same day. They didn’t bother to listen to the policeman, if anything, Vance was pissed it got loud. Bruce compromised by simply going to another area of the basement, away from the police.
The police were respectful if anything, Griffin, Billy, Vance, Bruce, and Robin were already buried in the house across the street. They decided to let the bodies rest where they were. A fresh dug grave with a makeshift headstone sat next to the five others. The newer headstone has Finney’s name engraved on it, the other headstones had the other victims names engraved in them. To bring some peace to the victims, they buried Finney’s body in the grave made for him next to the rest. Both houses were locked away, never to be sold, never to be opened again.
The ghosts were pleased. They would never see The Grabber again, this wasn’t The Grabber’s house anymore, this was their house. Both houses were. No one would know they own both houses, only Gwen since she was somehow magical enough to hear them without the phone.
Griffin… Billy… Vance… Bruce… Robin… Finney… they were finally in peace. As close they can get to peace but with each other and the surprising addition of Gwen, they had their peace. Peace till the end of time.