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That Gut Feeling (SeaChaos)(MaskedMexican)(DAllistor)(Hutch/Sark)

So this is just a thing
Originally it was just gonna be SeaChaos,but then it evolved
So,SeaChaos,MaskedMexican,DAllistor,and Hutch/Sark,whatever the fuck that ship name is.
Have fun reading,because I decided I would actually write some fluff. Maybe~
Excuse any errors because Wattpad is a bit glitchy at the moment.

That sick,twisted,churning feel that your stomach makes when you just know that something's happened. It's overwhelming,and you instantly feel sick like you're about to throw up. The world shakes slightly when you take the first step,but then,it's gone. Like a breath.

That's exactly what Adam Montoya felt when he stepped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk outside the apartment complex he lived in. His fingers curled around the velveteen box in his pocket before walking to the apartments. With each step closer,the dreaded feeling grew stronger,stronger,stronger.

By the time Adam reached the stairs,he had to stop,panting and about to retch. Fucking hell,Adam thought furiously,tilting his head back to take a few deep breaths. And just like that,

It was gone.

Confused,and now thoroughly anxious,Adam jumped up the step,two at a time. He reached his front door in about five minutes,and fumbled his keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door and stepped inside,closing it behind him with a slight click that echoed throughout the apartment space. It was strangely quiet,making worry twist like a serpent in Adam's stomach.

"Anthony?"

He called softly,slipping his shoes off at the front door,waiting for a response. Another louder call brought him the same result. Now a bit scared,Adam unpocketed his phone and rather frantically texted the contacts MaskedMexican A and MaskedMexican B,the names for Ohm and Max,who had recently gotten engaged. He asked them to come over as soon as possible,giving nothing more than a brief, It's urgent.

Adam pocketed his phone,and took a shaky,deep breath,before proceeding into his apartment,calling Anthony's name gently as he moved throughout the rooms.

Anthony was nowhere to be seen,and Adam had quickly cleared the bathrooms,the kitchen,the living room,the recording room,and was nearing their bedrooms. Anthony had his own bedroom,in case the two got into an argument,or Anthony sought alone time. Adam peeked into his bedroom first,and with a sinking feeling,noticed a sheet of paper placed on his bed. Approaching it,Adam picked it up,eyes scanning over the shaky writing.

Adam,
I'm so,so sorry,for when you find this.
I promise,it wasn't you,it was never you,so don't blame yourself.
It was all on me,completely,utterly my fault,and no one else's.
Just me hating myself,and I swear to God it wasn't you.
I knew it would happen eventually,just not so soon.
I'm so sorry Adam,but perhaps,perhaps you'll stop me in time.

The writing stopped for a few lines,and tears were already in Adam's eyes. But he read on,for a different hand had started writing at this point. Something neater,and possibly....female?

Hello Montoya.
You should be glad I talked the noose from your fiance's neck.
But,you might not be glad that I left him with a worse wound than the rope could have ever left.
I warned you that if you hurt my loved ones,I'd hurt yours.
And now someone in my family is dead,bound to join Viking,whom you brutally murdered.
And two are seriously injured,one hovering on death.
This is your fault,so now,I will make my move.

Checkmate.

Adam felt his stomach churn,and he tore from the room,barging into Anthony's bedroom,only to find the Italian curled up on the floor,the sheet from his bed pressed firmly against his stomach. Adam fell down next to him,fumbling to add pressure to the wadded up sheet,which he noticed was soaked entirely in crimson. The floor was sticky and warm from the blood that had dripped into it.