this is a hurt/comfort fanfic based on the original script where when the boys get ambushed by the lizzies and vermin dies. so be aware there is blood and graphic depictions of death. also, I am using a blend of what happens in the movie, and what was in the original script.

alrighty, enjoy boppers!

-PJ

The room was getting really hot. with all of the dancing and tense love making. there was only so much one can take. Rembrandt stood idly by (y/n)'s side as they both just observed the room from close range. Vermin and Cochise had found their own partners for the night and from the looks of it, it seemed like it was going to be a long night.

one of the girls walked up to Rembrandt and with a seductive voice asked if he wanted to dance.

He only looked at her and turned to (y/n).
Completely ignoring her advances.
She tried again with (y/n).
"Would you like a dance big boy?" She but her lip and traced her fingers on (y/n)'s collar.
"Get lost." He retorted, already annoyed that she even tried to move on to him like he was just a piece of meat.
"No need to be a dick." She snapped back walking away.
He and Rembrandt peered over to their accomplices and saw that they were just going at it.

But. For some reason. There was something amiss
In his gut, (y/n) could feel like something was wrong. And by the looks of it, his partner felt it too.
The room seemed to rise in intensity when the women started to surround every exit of the room.

The eyes of them burning into their flesh, and the sound of the music feeling as if it were getting louder and louder.
(Y/n)'s first instinct was to just grab the guys and leave as soon as possible before anything does happen, but for some reason, he had the feeling it wasn't going to be that easy.
He grabbed the hand of Rembrandt and faced forward so it didn't seem like he was onto the girls around them and whispered into his ear, "something don't feel right man. We gotta go."
Rembrandt nodded his head slightly and wanted to say something else, but for some reason, didn't.

One of the girls had finished a little session with vermin, and once you saw that she had gotten up,  (y/n) made his way over to him and announced they should leave.
"Hey man, don't you think we should meet up with the others by now? We gotta leave before they lose us."
Vermin was in a trance, half lidded and looked to be a bit tipsy.
"Whaaat? I'm having a good time! We can't leave now. With the night still young, just take a break!"

"Vermin this is serious! We have to leave." (Y/n) clenched his teeth. Now in a almost angered panic mode.

"Just a few more minutes and we'll head out...."

There was no getting through with this man.
When chicks were around, there was nothing that could get into that brain that wasn't sex.
What a fucking dumbass.

Rembrandt was still observing from the wall he had left him at.
When he had approached him, there was a loud click at the door they all had came in from.
Now guarded by several women.
One of them came close to your face, grabbing your vest and spoke,
"You the famous warriors, the guys that shot Cyrus."

(Y/n) quickly turned to the others and yelled,
"Fuck they're packed! The bitches are packed!"

The Lizzie that was with Cochise clicked her switch blade and almost plunged it into his chest, but luckily he had enough time to throw her off.

(Y/n) ran from the girl that still held onto him, almost ripping his vest into pieces by the grip the girl had on it
Then loud gunshots were heard from two different places, shit they had guns and knives.
He had to think fast, or they were all dead in a matter of seconds.

Rembrandt tried to hold himself down with two women who tried to fight him at once. Struggling to keep up, one of which had a knife.
She slashed at his side and managed to give him a good gash in his arm, but it was all she was able to get a hold of once (y/n) had come to his rescue.
She was taken by the shoulders and thrown to the ground, the other woman, also armed with a knife seemed to had disappeared from (y/n)'s line of sight for a second, as she in a blink of an eye, she plunged her knife into his side.

Rembrandt screamed in terror.
(Y/n) shoved her down, and pulled the knife out of his side, blood gushing was from his wound, he limped his way to Rembrandt and screamed,
"We got to go!"
Rembrandt got a hold of (y/n) on one side and Cochise was running behind.
Vermin had struggled against a group that had over powered him, and eventually.
The unenviable happened.

One of the Lizzie's had shot him in the chest, point blank. It was instant.
And it didn't take long before they pointed the gun towards them.
With what strength they had left, (y/n) tried to hobble faster than before and found where they found escape.

They rammed through a glass door and booked it into the streets.
The sounds of gunshots were soon faded in the distance.

After running a few blocks, the remaining three men had stopped in an empty lot to catch their breath.

(Y/n) moved his hand from his side and almost passed out from the amount of blood that covered his hand and side.
It had already seeped through to his pants and he could almost feel it run down his leg.

Rembrandt helped him sit on the concrete below them and bent down to his level.
"How bad is it?" His breaths were short.
At this moment, it didn't occur to them that Vermin was gone. Sure they witnessed it, but it was too much to process everything at once.

"It hurts like hell. But I'll be good..." (y/n) said, breathlessly.
"We have to wrap it before you lose anymore blood." Rembrandt added.
He tore the bandanna from around his neck and pressed it against (y/n)'s wound pressing it down with enough pressure to keep the blood from falling anymore.
(Y/n) seethed, "fuck..."

Rembrandt felt his lip quiver, and his body start to shake. He was barely trying to process everything that happened.
As he was trying to keep his friend from bleeding out and began to feel grief for a friend he had just lost.
Tears soon started to fall from his eyes and he felt himself start sobbing into his weak friends arms

It wasn't until (y/n) himself started to weep too.
Cochise was there staring into the darkness.
A tear falling from his eyes that he tried to wipe away as they fell.

"I knew we shouldn't have gone... I knew we should've just left as soon as we met them." Rembrandt sobbed.
"It's not your fault, Rem. It happened. It was our fault. Not yours." (Y/n) tried to reassure the man.

Rembrandt continued to sob for another couple of minutes before he felt calm enough to sit back up on his own.
The night became cooler. And the three of the men sat together in the lot together.

(Y/n) looked at the bandanna and Rembrandt's neck

"Not your bandanna... you look so cute with it on." He weakly smiled.
Rembrandt's eyes widened.
And he laughed.
"You think I'm cute?"
"Sure. I think so." He said.
They smiled at each other and laughed for a second
The tears still falling from the smaller man's face.
But the sound of laughter could be heard.

"Now now, (y/n) down get his hopes up, you need to survive this shit too." Cochise smugly added.
"It's a paper cut. I'll be fine!" (Y/n) rolled his eyes.

Rembrandt lifted his hand from (y/n)'s side and almost fully retrieved it before (y/n) had pulled it back.

"I'll survive this, and I'll show you how cute you really are." He smiled.
Interlocking his fingers into Rembrandt's
"I promise"