Kill Kill -- CR

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Cale's POV

Its a cold October day. My hands are wrapped in wool gloves, but I'd rather they be covered in blood.Just like they were when I helped Chandler drag that woman's body into a river...

My brown hair is pulled into a braid, and a white knitted beanie keeps my ears warm. I pull the coat tighter around my body as I approach the tall, stone building.

Georgia State Penitentiary and Asylum

Every Saturday, the building is open for small visits. I shouldn't be allowed to see him, because access to Chandler is strictly family.

But right now, I'm all he's got.

Sure, there's his mother. But she doesn't want anything to do with him. Not since his sister died.

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Chandler's POV

I've never been more excited to see Cale than I am today. I've been promoted to visiting during dining. This morning during breakfast, I'll be able to feel Cale, kiss her-

"Chandler!" I heard that familiar voice call. I turned to see her smiling face, her beautiful face. I made my way over to her, yet my cuffed wrists made it hard for me to hold her. But I didn't mind at all.

"Have you started yet?" I asked, smiling as she held my hand, leading me to the cafeteria. It felt weird, but great at the same time to feel her fingers intertwined with my own.

"Started what?" She replied sweetly. I chuckled softly at her innocence.She thinks she's psycho. Yeah, she is. More than she could ever know.

But I love her with my whole life.

"Nevermind that," I changed the subject. "Can I kiss you?"

I've only kissed her once. It was the night I killed that woman. Oh wait, murdered. I kissed her, putting my hands on her cheeks, smearing blood across her skin as I slipped my tongue into her mouth...

"No," She laughed. "You can when you're out of here."

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. She smiled, then wrapped her arm around me pulling me right in front of her face.

"Just kidding," She whispered, before pulling her lips to mine, kissing me softly. I tilted her head back by gently pulling her hair, making it easier for me to force my tongue into her mouth. Pulling away, she bit her lip.

For once, I didn't mind the stares I recieved after she left.

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