Loving a Killer

Chapter 2

He didn't know how long he had just been standing there in the middle of the forest as a potential murder was behind him. Michael wanted to go home, wanting this to all just be a bad dream. But thus was really the fear prevocted inside of him was all really. As he waits for something to be digging into the back of his flesh and for his spine to be ripped out it had never came.

In confusion he slowly and roboticly turns around towards the smaller man behind him. He tilts his head as the man copied his same action. This was new to him, he didn't know what to do as they just stared at each other. Michael felt uncomfortable with being scared at, he didn't like have other people's eyes on him at all. It had made him feel different, almost dirty or like he doesn't belong. But the eyes of the shorter where as lifeless as his.

This brought a sudden comfort to him that he wasn't the only person out their that had felt like a rotten corpse. But all that was taken away as he felt as if he had just been stabbed. In shock he looked at where the masked man had stabbed him. It was in the stomach. Michael stepped back as he reached for his bleeding wound not screaming in pain or anything that will show how afraid he truly was.

The raven hair male seemed to be tilting his head in confusion as to why Michael wasn't showing any signs of pain. It had intrigued the killer greatly as he comes closer to the dying blonde. Who had kneeled before him as more and more blood seeps out on the newly formed wound.

Michael hadn't noticed that he was shaking as he was trying his best to stop the immense bleeds with his large hands. Looking at the man he observed them much more closely taking in all of their features. They wore a plague doctors mask along with a leather jacket and a plain white shirt. It was a simple outfit yet it some how brough terror into his heart as Michael continues to stare at the unwanted man.

Before he had past out form blood lost the last thing he saw was them leaning down, getting closer to his dying self. As if to reach out for his last lifeline Michael grabs onto their mask pulling it off of their face seeing a face of a young man behind it. He smiled at them before losing consciousness.