Insanely troubled- Jeremiah Valeska fanfic

Chapter thirty two

"A little bit longer and you'll be back
in your grave" Jeremiah let out manically
as he walked behind Everly and Bruce,
the gun pointed directly at them.

He wasn't really going to bury
Bruce, was he?

"You know you're stronger than this Jeremiah these ideas are just the insanity gas talking"
Bruce said with great sorrow.

She doubted there was any way to convince him right now, he was too far down the trail
of paranoia.

But, this time it seemed like she was wrong,
for seconds later they saw something that
at least shocked her to the core. Jerome's decaying corpse laid there, leaned up
against the headstone. She looked over at Jeremiah and was met by confusion evident
on his face as his eyes traveled from his
twin brother to Bruce.

"Now do you believe I'm not your brother? Jeremiah, listen to me, Jerome's followers are doing this, Nothing else makes sense. He
sent them instructions to torment you"

"A fake. Yes. I can see quite clearly where you cut off poor Bruce's face and stitched on your own. But I am a man of science. So let's have some evidence, huh?" Jeremiah said with an amount of pure crazy in his eye she'd never seen before. Suddenly, a pocket knife had
made its way into his hand, and he was waving it towards.

"Stop, you're going to hurt us!" Everly screamed out. "You can snap out of it.
You're safe, please, let me bring you
back home. We can find someone
that can help you"

But, he simply just ignored her, Continuing
to wave his knife towards them threateningly. Both Bruce and her ducked and moved
away several times, the knife being
almost near enough to hit them.

"Hold still brother let's peel off that grotesque facade," Jeremiah said with a small smirk as he tried to cut Bruce for what seemed like the fiftieth time. He held his pocket knife in one hand and his gun tightly in the other one.
Abruptly, the tables turned and Bruce was
able to take a hold of Jeremiah. He was
trying with all his force to hold him down.

"Jeremiah, Do not let him turn you into him, Do not let Jerome win this battle"

"Jerome beat me? That'll be the day"
Jeremiah chuckled out chillingly.

As her eyes travelled to the side, they widened by the sudden sight of tons of people coming out of nowhere. She knew who they were,
they were Jerome's followers. Everly could barely blink nor react at all before at least
three each took a hold on her and Bruce. In
the background, Jeremiah's haunting laugh could probably be heard a mile away.

"Long live Jerome! Long live Jerome! Long
live Jerome!" The people holding them
shouted out loudly into the empty air. She
had no understanding of what the hell was going on. At this point, it could all rather
be a dream than an actual reality.

Then a man made his way from the crowd
and to Jeremiah's side, a big grin blistered on his face. "Jerome is victorious at last!"

Jeremiah's smirk immediately faded and was replaced by an utterly monotone one. What happened next was a blur, from the gun pointed to the man's chin until the blood splattered all over Jeremiah's face,
it was all a blur.

All she could completely remember was
herself falling onto the ground. The world going silent around her, everything but the sound of the birds flying away from the trees, scared out of their minds, and the quick
pace of her breath.

Everly's eyes widened as they travelled
to the lifeless body in front of her. It then
came to her what had just happened.
Jeremiah had taken someone's life. Tears started to fall down her eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to scream from the top
of her lungs. But, she wasn't able to breathe properly. She felt sick to her stomach
as if she were about to throw up.