For YamiNya999

Hey guys! If you're wondering this is Heathers. Enjoy! WARNING: Faked suicide, bomb threats and mature content.
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Normally Alfred Sawyer was content to just keeping to himself and hanging out with his normal friends but lately Alfred's life had been lacking it's usual normal charm. If Alfred had to guess then he would say it started he caught the attention of the three most popular boys in his school.

Matthew McNamara, Arthur Duke, and last but the most evil of them all, Francis Chandler. At first Alfred hadn't notice that he had somehow managed to capture their attention as it was in his nature to be oblivious. He hadn't notice until Francis had had enough of not being notice and cornered Alfred in the bathroom.

"Hey, you!" Francis barked at the blonde as he was washing his hands in a nearby sink. Alfred jumped startled by the sudden noise directed towards him. "M...Me?" Alfred asked pointing a finger at himself causing Francis to roll his eyes in irritation. "No zhe wall. Of course I'm talking you, dumbass!" Francis scowled his otherwise angelic features twisting together.

Alfred looked at his feet blushing in embarrassment until he heard footsteps coming his way. An elegant hand grabbed his chin and he was forced to meet the cold, icy violet eyes of Francis Chandler. "Now you listen and you listen carefully, sweetie." Francis began, leaning in closer to Alfred face. Alfred tried to pull away but Francis was a lot stronger than he looked.

"You're going to join my little group whether you like it or not. Can't have a pretty little thing like you hanging around with losers like Toris Dunnstock." Francis smirked though his eyes widened when Alfred glared at him and pushed his hand away from his chin. "Dream on, Chandler. Toris is not a loser, you get me?" Alfred pointed a finger at Francis still glaring at the platinum blonde male.

Francis seemed to have moved on from the shock of Alfred standing up for himself as he leaned down to look the other blonde man right in the eyes. "Whether. you. like. it. or. not." Francis repeated jabbing his finger at Alfred's chest causing the American boy to flinch. Francis saw the flinch and leaned back satisfied. "Come sit with us at lunch. You'll see that we are much better than those losers you surround yourself with." Before Alfred could reply, Francis waltzed out of the bathroom like nothing ever happened.

Alfred clenched his chest where his heart is. Looking into the eyes of Francis Chandler was like looking into the eyes of a King. The King knew he was superior to the peasant that was Alfred Sawyer and now he was offering him a place up in the royal palace.

Alfred clenched his fists knowing that his decision was already made.
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Alfred ended up hanging around with them for awhile. Matthew McNamara welcomed him with open arms while Arthur Duke scowled in his direction. Francis just smirked thinking he had won. Jokes on him. After a college party gone wrong, Alfred decided that being popular wasn't worth it.

The only bright side to his time with the three popular boys was that he found what he thought was his true love. Allen Dean was his name and he made Alfred feel like the most beautiful person in the entire world. If only Alfred had know what meeting Allen was going to do to his life.

It started with offing Francis Chandler. Now at first Alfred wasn't sorry for relieving the world of one more bitch but then they killed Gilbert and Matthias. In Alfred's defense, he thought the bullets were fake. He would never purposely kill someone just because of how they treated him.

Or at least that was what he had been telling himself lately. Was he really a good person? Was he really sad that those three were gone and never able to come back? The guilt began to eat away at his very soul until he eventually started seeing the ghosts of the people he had 'killed'.

"You really think you're a good person, don't you?" Matthias smirked blood dripping down the back of head which made Alfred turn away and cover his eyes. "Look at us, jou coward! Look at vhat jou did!" Gilbert shouted at him causing him to flinch. "Such a pretty sweet thing. Sad that that weirdo had to corrupt your innocence." Francis faked sighed looking at his red painted finger nails blue chemical liquid dripping from his mouth.

"Like you three would know anything about innocence! You've probably done a lot more bad stuff than I will ever do!" Alfred all but shouted at the ghosts who smirked back at him in response. "Yeah but we never killed anyone." Matthias pointed out causing Alfred to start blinking in an attempt to get rid of the ghost. When he opened his eyes again, all the ghosts were gone but he heard the window open.

Alfred, knowing who it was, rushed into his closet and slammed the door behind him before locking the door. "Hiding in the closet? Com'on!" Allen's voice made him shiver with slight fear as he slid down until he was sitting against the door. "Open the door~." Allen purred causing Alfred to shiver in a different way but he promptly shook his head. "Go away freak or my parents'll call the police." Alfred threatened from his position in the closet pulling his legs to his chest.

"All is forgiven, baby! Come on out and get dressed. You're my date to the pep rally tonight!" Allen said placing his hand on the door. "What? Why?" Alfred asked curiously since he knew Allen hated pep rallies. "Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition. You gotta come out here and see what they really signed." Allen said sinisterly.

Alfred could feel dread pooling in his stomach at Allen's words. What was he planning this time?

"You chucked me out like I was trash
For that, you should be dead—
But!
But!
But!
Then it hit me like a flash
What if high school went away instead?"

Alfred didn't know what he meant but it couldn't mean anything good, right? Allen began to pace around the room pointing out the window even though Alfred couldn't see him.

"Those assholes are the key!
They're keeping you away from me!
They made you blind, messed up your mind
But I can set you free!"

Allen sang as he turned back towards the closet his boyfriend was in. Alfred felt the dread grow bigger. 'What does he mean by set me free?' Alfred thought to himself as he pulled his legs closer to his chest.

"You left me and I fell apart
I punched the wall and cried—
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!"

Alfred flinched when Allen banged his fist on the door every time he said bam. Alfred wasn't too fond of loud noises so he covered his ears but he could still hear Allen singing.

"Then I found you changed numb heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!
And so I built a bomb
Tonight our school is Vietnam!
Let's guarantee they never see their senior prom~!"

Alfred's sky blue eyes widened in horror at what Allen was planning. He was gonna blow up the gym? Why? Allen pressed his back against the closet door and he closed his eyes sighing sadly.

"I was meant to be yours!
We were meant to be one!
Don't give up on me now!
Finish what we've begun!
I was meant to be yours!"

Allen felt like crying though he held back his tears. Many people told him that he couldn't love but he loved Alfred like no other. He trusted him. Suddenly Allen was reminded of why he came here and a evil smile appeared on his face as he backed away from the door.

"So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside—
Pkhw!
Pkhw!
Pkhw!"

Alfred felt himself roll his eyes at the sound affects Allen was making but then they widened in horror and shock after what the auburn haired teen said next.

"In the rubble of their tomb
We'll plant this note explaining why they died!"

Allen pulled out the petition from his pocket and smiled. Everyone in that godforsaken school had signed it with the exception of him and Alfred. Just him and Alfred. Yeah, Allen could get behind that. He figured Alfred would like some clarification so he cleared his throat and started reading.

"We, the students of Westerburg high
Will die
Our burnt bodies may finally get through
To you
Your society turns out slaves and blanks
No thanks
Signed the Students of Westerburg High
'Goodbye'."

Alfred felt his blood turn to ice. Blooming up the gym? That was extreme even for Allen! Allen put the petition back in jacket pocket before smirking.

"We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors
Bring marshmallows!
We'll make s'mores!
We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

Damnit! Now Allen's trying to appeal to his love for food. That's a low blow even for him! Allen went back to the closet fists clenched as he sang.

"I was meant to be yours!
We were meant to be one!
I can't take it alone!
Finish what we've begun!
You were meant to be mine!
I am all that you need!
You carved open my heart!
Can't just leave me to bleed!"

Alfred knew that Allen's temper would eventually boil over so he had to think of something. He thought for a minute before the idea struck him. He scrambled up to grab some nearby bed sheets.

"Alfred, open the—open the door, please
Alfred, open the door
Alfred, can we not fight anymore, please
Can we not fight anymore
Alfred, sure, you're scared,
I've been there. I can set you free!
Alfred, don't make me come in there!
I'm gonna count to three!"

Alfred quickly finished tying the noose before hooking it on a nearby bar and putting it around his neck. He made sure it wasn't tight enough to kill him but tight enough to look like it.

"One!
Two! Fuck it!"

When Allen broke down the door, Alfred had already gotten into the noose. Allen felt his eyes widen in absolute horror as tears began to fall from his crimson orbs. It felt like his heart had been crushed into a million pieces.

"Oh my God...No! Alfred!
Please don't leave me alone
You were all I could trust
I can't do this alone

He went up and held his love's cold, limp hand then Allen started sobbing. It was brief as his eyes narrowed and he shouted at Alfred's 'dead' body.

"STILL, I WILL IF I MUST!..."

Allen sniffed and let go of Alfred's hand before going out to the window.

"Alfred!"

Allen hurried out when he heard Alfred's mom call for him. She was in for a sad surprise when she found her son.

"I brought you a snack! Alfred?" Alfred heard his mother come out and made an attempt to get out of the fake noose but his mom had already seen him.

"Aaaghhh!"

Allen winced when the screech of horror reached his ears. Despite Alfred's unfortunate passing, he wasn't going to stop his plane to get rid of those fakes. But if you asked him, Allen would've told you that the noose looked a little loose.
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