Well that would be Kit walker. And this is his beautiful wife.
They’re very in love. And very happy.
Of course, until their home is invaded by aliens.
And he’s abducted and experimented on.
Oh, and he wakes to find his wife has been skinned and beheaded.
and is accused and arrested for her murder.
So dear Kit is wrongfully locked in an insane asylum..with this abusive nun…
and he gets beaten.
and a Nazi doctor messes with him.
Chance to escape?! Gets ratted out.
He and accomplice will be punished? Takes his friend’s punishment on himself. Twice the lashes.
But look! They escape!!
To be attacked by zombies and run back to the asylum.
but hey! He’s falling in love with Grace!
Nevermind, she got shot.
oh, and his therapist is his wife’s murderer.
More torturous Nazi experiments
But hey guess what! Grace is alive, and she’s had Kit’s baby! ah, the miracle of life.
Ah, screw that. The asylum takes their baby.
Wait, things are looking up! Kit’s proved innocent and released! Time to take the fam home. <3
…where his presumed dead wife is chilling with his baby.
Cue weird domestic polygamy.
Maybe things are gonna be okay for his little family!
nah. one wife murders the other.
Still, Kit cares for his murderous wife in the asylum.
Til the day she dies, of course.
Then he finds the abusive nun who beat him senseless…
Who he shows compassion to.
takes into his care
for the rest of her days.
After all of this, Kit is not bitter. He is not broken. His light is not hindered by the darkness which devoured his life.
Kit was beaten, tortured, manipulated, and brutally lost his loved ones. Yet he continued to forgive. To love unconditionally. And in the end of his life, was deemed too beautiful for even death itself.
Halloween had arrived and that meant ghosts could come out of their hiding. Some of them would take advantage of the night to find relatives who were still alive, others would just go out there with no defined course. But those seven ghosts, seven of those who died in Westfield High, would go out on the streets with only one goal: find Tate Langdon.
They had a basic idea of where he might be. At the famous Murder House, where he died and he never left, where they could not enter, so they kept waiting for him to leave, which had never happened. Until 2011.
Though it had been years, she still felt as if she’d been killed the day before. (Y/N) still felt a tightness in her heart when she thought about how she had died and the way this had happened, she had not gotten over it yet. But things got a little easier because she had (B/N) beside her, so she didn’t feel so alone.
Many times she imagined what it would be like to be reunited with Tate. What would she say to him? What would she do to him? Would she ever be ready to forgive him for killing her? She wasn’t so sure about that. But of all the places she imagined she could find him, she’d never thought of finding the boy on the beach with a girl.
While five of them were walking decidedly for the couple sitting on the sand, (Y/N) stopped, not sure what to do next. Seeing his face again was like opening a wound from the past, and it made her very uncomfortable. And (B/N) seemed to notice that, since he stayed behind with the girl.
“Are you okay?” he asked, staring at the girl with a worried look.
“Yeah… I don’t know.” the two turned to look at the scene ahead of them. The five spirits seemed to be provoking Tate and the other girl, who seemed to be a little confused in the situation.
“Wanna join them?” (B/N) asked eagerly. She knew he probably wanted to be with the others. Though he tried not to show, (B/N) had harbored much hatred for Tate. Much hatred.
“I don’t know.” she shrugged. “I kind of waited for this since I died, but now I don’t know what to do.”
(B/N) nodded, sending her a sympathetic look, but then again looking at the confusion. Tate seemed to have grown tired of staying there, listening to whatever the ghosts had told him, pulling the girl away with him. (Y/N) could have confronted him, he had passed near the place where she was, but she didn’t, receiving some comforting pats from (B/N).
“What’s wrong with you?” Kyle asked approaching them. “Why didn’t you come along? Why didn’t you stop them?”
(Y/N) just shrugged, making the punk girl roll her eyes at her.
“He killed you, okay? You can’t be sorry for him or anything.” she said, clutching the girl’s shoulders. “Be angry.“
"Leave her alone.” (B/N) spoke in a annoyed voice, pushing the girl slightly away from his friend.
“Okay, stay here, then. We’re going after them.” Kyle spoke again, starting to follow in the direction Tate had left, being followed by the others.
“They’re going to be mad at us.” (Y/N) murmured uncomfortably. (B/N) just chuckled and hugged her to her side.
“It’s not like they’re important to us. Come on.” he took her hand and led her a little farther on the sand, where the sea met the land. “I always liked beaches.”
(Y/N) nodded and sat on the sand, followed by (B/N), who sat down beside her.
“I should hate him.” she murmured, making her friend nod.
She sighed wearily, turning her gaze to the boy next to her, analyzing him. She couldn’t help but feel guilty about his death for some reason. She thought after so long watching Tate, she should have predicted something like that. But she didn’t foresee it, and now (B/N) had a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead, much like hers.
“Don’t worry.” he said smiling. “I don’t hate you.”
(Y/N) smiled and laid her head on the boy’s shoulder, staying there for a while until she heard a movement from a part of the beach a little far from where they were. Tate had come running, he looked tired. Behind him came the five ghosts. Of course they had to go back there. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, and she was sure (B/N) had rolled his too.
The five of them started yelling at the killer, losing some of their control, causing (Y/N) and (B/N) to come closer to see what was happening. By the time they arrived, Chloe cried talking softly to Tate, while he denied ever seeing the girl. Then they started to leave, the sun was about to rise again.
(Y/N) felt a slight push on her shoulder. (B/N). He encouraged her to go talk to the blond boy. She seemed a bit uncertain about it, she didn’t know what to say to him. He didn’t seem to remember Chloe, would he remember her? The girl walked slowly to the crying boy sitting on the sandy beach. She took a deep breath before crouched in front of him.
“Tate.” her voice came out a little choked with her nervousness.
Tate’s head rose quickly to the sound of her voice. A flash of recognition passed through his eyes. He knew who she was. But his face showed that some kind of conflict was going inside his mind.
“(Y/N).” He murmured back to her.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. Looking again at those dark eyes brought back several memories of the time she was alive. The time she was alive. She felt a little anger build up in herself.
“Why did you do that, Tate?”
With those words, the Tate’s face turned into a frown. His eyes stared at the bloody hole on the girl’s forehead and then looked back into her eyes.
“Are you with them?” he asked, sounding a bit angry, referring to the five other ghosts who had interacted with him.
“Stop with the bullshit.” she said firmly. “Why did you do that?”
“What did I do to you?” he asked, looking a little taken aback by the harsh tone that the girl had used with him.
“I thought you liked me.” (Y/N) felt all the anger she hadn’t felt until that moment reaching her.
Tate just seemed to get more confused at every word that came out of the girl’s mouth.
“I like you.” he said, his brows furrowed. “But I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
A few tears of rage began to trickle down (Y/N)’s face, and as Tate approached one of his hands over to wipe them, she slapped it away. It had actually made her feel better, so in the midst of all the feelings she had repressed over the years, she began to beat Tate, who was trying to talk to her so she would stop.
“It’s all your fault, asshole! You took me away from everything I had!” she yelled at him while beating him. “You deserved to have suffered before you died!”
“Stop it, damn it!” Tate shouted at her, pulling away from the girl’s hands. His face was a little bruised, but that probably wouldn’t last, he was a ghost after all. “How do you know I’m dead?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, feeling annoyance running through her body. “I’m dead, too.” she took a deep breath.
“Are you?” he seemed surprised by the fact.
“You really don’t remember?”
“Remember of what?” he seemed to be getting frustrated with the subject.
She heard hurried footsteps on the sand heading toward her, causing her to turn to see (B/N) stopping a few paces away from them. (Y/N) had forgotten that he was there watching everything.
“We have to go.” the boy said, referring to the Sun that could already be seen rising on the horizon.
For some reason, when Tate looked at (B/N), he froze. His eyes went from (B/N) to (Y/N) and then to the way the other ghosts had gone. Tears began to fall down his bruised face. Had he remembered?
(B/N) stepped closer to her, taking her arm slightly and pulling her to the opposite side of where Tate was. (Y/N) nodded, letting go of her friend’s grip, saying she could walk by herself. She looked at Tate, who was still paralyzed looking at them. She sighed before continuing to walk, maybe now that she had let all her bad feelings out of herself she could rest in peace.
Suddenly, she felt herself being turned and wrapped around Tate’s arms, sobbing into her shoulder. Her arms slowly wrapped around his waist, patting him lightly.
“I’m so sorry.” Tate whispered, making her nod.
(Y/N) stepped away from him, glancing at (B/N), who watched them impatiently.
“I’m not sure if I’m ready to forgive you.” she said quietly.
Tate’s face dropped a little, but he seemed to understand. (B/N) gave a false cough, wanting to get the girl out of there as quickly as possible. (Y/N) smiled quickly at Tate, rising slightly to give him a kiss on his cheek.
The ghost boy gave her a small smile, frowning a little as (B/N) returned to pull her by the arm. As soon as they started walking the same path the other ghosts had left, Tate had to walk back to the Murder House. Having expressed her feelings or not, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be ready to rest in peace anymore.