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//Apathy//Ren//AU By Sharkbait//Angst//

'Cause dinner's in the kitchen, and it's packed in ice

Ren heard footsteps, that snapped him out of his thoughts. His father. Slow but loud, he felt a loud shock that shivered him right to the core. He looked around, trying to find a place to hide.

Ren sprinted under the bed, right in time for his father to walk in. He put his big tool belt and chucked it onto the bed, huffing and puffing loudly while doing so.

Ren tried not to move, even though smelled terribly. His eyes shifted around. He found some pretty dirty things down there, all used up. It made him want to puke.

I've waited for a long time...

Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger.

I reason with my cigarette,

then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah"

Ren walked around. The next day hadn't been any different to any other day. Well, except for one thing...

In his bag, sat a small, but very dangerous gun and a whole bunch of bullets. He thinks its for 'just in case'.

 He ran into Doc, his best friend, and boyfriend. They meant the world to eachother. Most people thought their relationship was disgusting, but Doc had been there since the start, so it certainly wasn't going to end soon...

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run. outrun my gun!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!

Ren and Doc chatted for a while, before the worst thing happened.

His siblings came up, big smirks on their faces. Their postures screamed 'stereotypical popular girls'.

"Hey look, its the gay f*ggot", they teased. They burst into laughter, as they couldn't hold it in.

Ren glared at them, trying not to let their words affect him. But, thanks to his horrible luck, tears pricked his eyes. His breath hitched in an attempt to not let them fall. His lips quivered as he tried to conjure up a comeback, but alas, nothing came.

They laughed harder, noticing the tears.

"Awww, baby's gonna cry? Poor wittle Ren!", They said, inbetween the breaths and snorts.

"Do NOT talk to him like that, or you will regret it.", said Doc, just above normal volume.

That was the last straw. It felt like a glass, over full. Water dripping down from it. It felt like that glass shattered. Into millions of small pieces, the glass would go flying. That's what it felt like.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run. outrun my gun!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!

Ren pulled his bag, not paying attention to the argument infront of him. Usually, he'd stop Doc before his short temper got the best of him.

Not this time.

He grabbed hold of the gun in the bag, already loaded with bullets. He wasn't thinking, only doing.

Ren stared at his sibling, the eldest. A.K.A, the most annoying. He took in her beautiful looks, one final time.

He pointed the gun...

Run, run, run, run

R-r-r-run, run, run, run

R-r-r-run, run, run, run

R-r-r-run

Run, run

Run, run, run

Ren pulled the trigger, causing everybody around him to freeze in shock. They stared at Ren, who by now, had tears flooding down his face, although no sounds came out of him.

His other sibling let out a loud scream, before trying to run as fast as it was possible. But, was shot before running down the long hall.

Screams rang out through the school, so loud it was glass shattering. Bells rung and the sounds of feet hit the ground like a brick, as if the entire world would collapse in an instant.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run. outrun my gun!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!

...

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run. outrun my gun!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!

Ren went as far as to shoot up every classroom, no thoughts in the process.

...

He approached Doc, tears rolling down his face and warm, red, sticky blood covering his entire body. Doc was calling the police. He didn't want to, but it was the only right thing to do.

Ren laughed. Sick and maniacal. He put up the gun to his head. A sadistic smile stretched over his face.

It would all be over.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run. outrun my gun!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!

WC- 1219