Young Writers Society

*This is part two and the final part of my story “Carlos Bardot-The trouble of Carlos [Part One]”. This is under my folder titled “The trouble of Carlos”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. It gets a bit violent at the ending! Other than that, enjoy!*

The sky was a slightly darkened blue, as though it were almost night, but not quite. There were streaks of pink mixed with the white clouds. Some little kids were out in their costumes early, eager for the candy that would no doubt put them on a sugar high for the night. Teens were excitedly talking to one another about what haunted houses they would go to, what horror movies they would see, which one of them was “all that” or “all chicken”.

It was Halloween night, but Carlos didn’t feel any delight. He stood outside the front door of the school, waiting impatiently for Beck. He was wearing a vampire costume, the ends of his black cape touching the concrete in a way that implied Carlos was a magnificent magician who had all the power in the world.

But where was Beck? Would he even come at all? Would Carlos’ idea work? Would-

“Hey, Carlos.” A benevolent, familiar voice said from behind him.

Carlos turned around.

There he was. Beck Katz, in a scarecrow costume that had pieces of straw sticking out from the yellow-and-black plaid sleeves. It looked the same costume Carlos wore the year before, but goodness, why was Beck wearing such an itchy costume? He didn’t deserve something like that, he deserved something more comfortable, more gothic, more-

No, Carlos mustn’t worry. He would help Beck out later. He just had to let everything go smoothly.

“Hi, Beck. I’m sorry about everything I said. You want to watch an episode of Gaunt Ghouls at my house?” Carlos asked, anxious for his answer.

For a moment, neither one of them moved. Beck seemed alright with being with Carlos, but his blue eyes had hints of anxiety in them. He was nervous, just like he was before, but he didn’t have to be. Not anymore. Carlos would fix that. Carlos would help him. Carlos would-

“I’d love to.” Beck beamed, that spectacular dimple appearing again on the right side of his face, the side that had a nose ring.

Carlos would have jumped up and down if it weren’t for the fact that it might have alarmed Beck and made him change his mind. Carlos couldn’t risk anything getting ruined, especially when things were finally starting to get better.

With all of his joy spreading throughout his insides, Carlos led Beck away, ready for a brighter future for himself.

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“I know I said we’d get to my house, but I found this really neat shed in the woods and I just had to show you!” Carlos said as he playfully pushed Beck into the cobwebbed little shed, closing the door behind him as he did so.

Beck had been asking incessant questions about where they were going ever since Carlos had grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the local woods, to which Carlos would answer: “Somewhere special!”

Beck tried to run away, but Carlos kept a firm grip, determined to not let him go until they got so far that they were in the shed, until it was just the two of them in the forsaken, forgotten shed.

The shed in question was painted white with pink flowers on the outside and had a pink roof, but the inside of the shed had no paint and was just decomposing wood, unappealing sticky cobwebs and various gardening tools. It smelled thickly of mildew and rancid pickles, just like the antique store did. It had one single comically small box of a window that a baby or a toddler could fit in, but not anybody older or bigger. The moon was glowing coolly above them, like a witch brimming with every bit of magic they could muster within themselves, like Beck’s sky blue eyes, like the TV screen when they watched Gaunt Ghouls together and relished in the picturesque, simultaneously dreamy and yet nightmare-inducing TV show.

The night was absolutely, undeniably perfect and the only way to end a perfect night was to spend it with Beck, his one true love. His soulmate. His everything.

“What is this place?” Beck asked, his voice cracking slightly as though he were about to scream.

“When I was six and my sister Casey was ten, we got too far in the woods during a family hike and we found this place. We didn’t know why the shed was here, but Casey thought of it as a dollhouse, even with how intimidating it looks on the inside. Wasn’t that nice of her? To see it as a dollhouse despite how much disrepair it’s in? Don’t you think that way about me?” Carlos asked, grabbing a hefty shovel and holding it with both hands, as though it were a wizard’s staff.

Beck didn’t reply, seeming to process Carlos’ words, but then-

“Carlos, I-“

Carlos didn’t let him finish, for he hit Beck squarely on the back of the head with the shovel, watching fretfully as Beck staggered a bit, then fell to the ground, blood pooling from his head, seeping through the cracks on the floor of the rotting shed.

I knew that shovel was heavy, but damn, I didn’t know it would kill him this fast. I must have hit him hard. There’s no way he’s coming back from this, there’s blood spilling out of his scalp. But I can’t just leave his dead body here, the flies will come to eat it and ruin his flesh. I have to help him and fast. I have to fix it. I have to do what I’ve been thinking of the past few days. I have to-

Carlos took hold of nearby garden shears and stabbed Beck’s back, licking the droplets of blood that splattered on his bottom lip. He then pulled out the garden shears and tossed them inside, cupping his hands onto the open wound and bringing the blood to his lips just like Lady Nisha did with Lord Abaddon in Gaunt Ghouls.

The blood doesn’t taste bad. It’s salty, like chips. I don’t know why people say blood tastes bad. It doesn’t. It really doesn’t. I’ve tasted my own blood before when I was starting to lose my baby teeth and honestly, it tasted kind of good. I wonder what his flesh tastes like?

Carlos reached towards the wound and ripped apart a piece of skin from Beck’s wilting skin and bit into it once he brought it to his mouth.

It’s a little slick and has a bit of a weird texture, but it still tastes like meat. I can eat him. I can eat all of him. Well, except the bones, of course. I just need to grab the garden shears and stab the rest of his body. Maybe I can use other things besides the garden shears, this shed sure does have a lot of stuff. Why would someone abandon a shed, anyway? What kind of crazy person would paint a shed white with pink flowers and then abandon it? That’s just…that’s just really insane.

But that wasn’t relevant at the moment. What was relevant was the fact that he was eating Beck, that Beck tasted delicious. But then, of course he would taste good! He was Beck Katz, the blue-eyed boy who worked at the antique shop with everything from the beautiful to the bewildering, the boy with the elegantly long fingers that would stroke Carlos’ hair gently when Gaunt Ghouls was on, the boy who said that Carlos’ weirdness was what made him special…

Beck listened to intrusive thoughts, but that was okay, because Carlos fixed everything. They would both be together forever and Beck wouldn’t have to worry about a thing anymore. Carlos didn’t cry like Lady Nisha did, because what was there to cry about? Beck was apart of him permanently, nothing could make Beck break up with him, for eating Beck was much, much more effective to keep him close by than dating or marriage ever could. Carlos would stab into Beck’s flesh and eat it until all of Beck was connected with him, until there were only stray pieces of flesh and a skeleton left…but what would he do with the bones? It wasn’t like he could eat them like with the blood and organs, but…Beck’s teeth could be made into a necklace. After all, teeth were small enough for that. What about the other bones? He could leave it in the shed, but that wouldn’t be very nice of him to do so. Beck didn’t deserve to be all alone in a shed. Maybe he could clean the bones and take them to his Grandparents’ house. He could hide them in his closet. It wasn’t like anybody but him looked in there, anyway. But then, what if Grandma or Grandpa did look in the closet at some point? What would he say? It wasn’t like he could make up an elaborate lie-But what if he could? He could just tell them that he got the bones from the antique shop and didn’t want to scare them with the bones! The antique shop did sell all sorts of odd things, even bones. He’d beg and plead with them not to take the bones away if they wanted to and then they would mutter something about him being a “troubled boy” and they’d leave him alone. He wouldn’t have to worry and-

Carlos took a deep breath. All of that was stuff to worry about in the future. The important thing was that he was alone with Beck on Halloween night. It was just the two of them. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

Everything would be okay.