Dreams Forgotten chapter 15 -

Dreams Forgotten chapter 15 - Video.

(Ashley's POV)

"Guys....I think we need to call the cops."

All five of us turned to look at Jinxx, who had the most mortified expression I've ever seen on his face. CC leaned over to look at the screen and then turned away, looking sick. I crossed the room to look down over the laptop, but Jinxx closed it and shook his head.

"Ashley....no." he said.

"What is it?" I demanded.

"You already saw it...just, it might mess with you." he swallowed "Its Andy."

I grabbed Jinxx's computer from him. He was right, an animated GIF of the masked man shooting Andy. It was hard to tell it was them though, it was dark and shadowy. The flash of the gun and the 2nd figure--Andy-- dropping to the ground. The 2nd man ran toward the camera and in the background you could see me running to the scene. I scrolled down and saw a few pictures, captioned with comments that were supposedly funny. Below it were even worse pictures, not memes, but of dead people. Some with obvious gunshots in their foreheads, others with their heads blown off or hanging from trees. All of them had either a band tee on or warpaint, tagged under the word "concert fags". I felt bile rise in my throat.

"That...that's sick." I whispered, covering my mouth to keep from puking. I shoved Jinxx his laptop and rushed to the kitchen, hurling into the sink. Jake was there a secon later, doing the same thing. The others joined us in the kitchen, including Andy. They must've had amazingly strong stomachs to be able to keep a straight face. I wiped my mouth and ran the water then slid down the cabnet until I was sitting on the ground and covered my face. "Who would do that?" I sobbed "Those kids...not just Andy, but the kids too."

Jake stooped and put his arm around me. Andy sat next to me and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly, even though it almost burned from the coldness. "How did you find it?" I asked Jinxx.

"I searched something...I can't remember. Its not listed on search engines you have to URL it." Jinxx said. "I can't believe anyone would hate us this much."

Silence fell in the small kitchen. CC came to our little floor group, leaving Jinxx at the table. He sat across from me, clasping hands with me. He always did that when anyone was upset. The low tick of the clock on the wall was the only noise.

"Um...theres a video." Jinxx said distantly, squinting at the screen in the dark room. "It's labeled 'Fag extermination.'"

"Let me see it." Andy said, coming over to the table, accidently walkin through the kitcen counter. He flinched and swore, hlding his side.

"Does that hurt?" I wondered out loud.

"Its uncomfortable." He said plainly, bending over the table to see the screen. Jinxx cicked play, the screen lights danced over their pale faces.  The screen flashed white for a second, causing the two to flinch. Andy backed away from the computer, looking horrified.

"S-someone filmed it." he said "Someone filmed it."

I shot up and ran over to the table, almost tripping over CC, who was scrambling o his feet. Jake watched over m head while CC stood on his knees and peeked over the table. Jinxx rewound the video from where he had paused it.

It was a normal car ride video, black and white showing the street passing by out the car window. The camera moved to a masked man, he was buff with lots of tattoos down his arms. He held up a gun, loading and arming it then holding it up.He turned to the camera and said something --the sound was off so we didn't hear--then the car came to a stop. The gunman got out of the van and walked up the driveway of a house. My stomach lurched as I reconized Andy, his batman sweatshirt obvious in the dark, fuzzy video. I covered my eyes so I didn't see what I knew happened next, but I could see the flash through my fingers. The collective gasp was enough to tell me it happened.

"What the FUCK?! " CC yelled

Jinxx closed the laptop and laid his head on the table, sighing quietly. I wrung my hands in my hair, Jake leaned against the wall and CC crawled out from unde the tale. A wave of depression hung in the room. "Why?"