Kill Kill -- CR

004

Cale's P.o.V

// "I need help," Chandler growled, lifting the woman's legs. He once white dress was stained red with her own blood. The stuff covered everything. Her hair, Chandler's face, my hands...

My hands were slick with her blood. I lifted her head, watching more blood seep from the crater in her head Chandler had created with his gun. We lifted her, carrying her to a nearby river bank. Leaving a trail of blood.

"Thanks, beautiful..." Chandler smirked, waving his arms at his sides. The little droplets of blood were now dripping.

For some reason, I found it attractive.

His hand caressed my face, and I felt the sickly liquid trail down my cheekbone. His eyes bore into mine, telling me what his lips wouldn't.

He loves me.

My lips found themselves on his, as he placed his hands on my cheeks. I curled my palm over the back of his neck, opening my mouth slightly, invitingly. His tongue invaded my mouth, exploring the edges and the curve of my own tongue. My eyelids were fluttering, and my entire body shook.

My lips told him what I couldn't say with words.

I love him.

//

I've been having strange dreams lately. Also thoughts. About how amazing it'd feel to wrap my hands around Chandler's neck, kissing him softly as my hands tightened, keeping air from his lungs.

It's not like I want to kill Chandler. I just want to kill.

Maybe I wouldn't have to ever kill him. I can just imagine me, pulling the trigger against someone's temple, and Chandler wrapping his arms around my waist, proud of my work. Of me.

No, I'd never kill Chandler.

//