Just a Killing Machine. (Boyxboy)

Chapter 2

A/N: Hey people, I just um wanted to say thankies for getting me to 20 or more views! I'm sure this story won't go far; but hell, it's worth the try...right?

Lee's POV-

I knew I shouldn't have came to that stupid party. 'You won't be left out!' They said, and what am I doing now?

Leaning against a wall, trying not to get to close to the grinding bodies. And I'm beginning to get a headache from the blasting music and flashing lights.

I sighed. 'I'm leaving' I texted my friends before bravely going through the crowd of people, being grinded on here and there. By the time I was out of there, I saw Kyle waiting for me.

Figures. "Why are you leaving?" He asked, a little confused.

"Meh. Not my thing," I said taking my fingerless, skeleton gloves out of my faded red hoody and putting them on. "As I said when I was asked to go." And finally I fixed my beanie and I was off. Walking down the street.

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps being me. I wasn't startled though, I knew who it was. "But it's fun. Plus it's not safe out this late. So I'll walk you home."

I struged and continued walking, but I guess Kyle noticed this wasn't my usual route home. "Where are you going? Your home is that way."

I sighed, "That's why I'd rather go alone."

"It's not safe. I'd rather—"

"I know, I know..." I said. I paused, and turned to face him. I gave him my biggest smile. "But—"

"I'm going with you and that's final." He said grabbing onto my hand, judging by his face he was serious.

"Fine, it's this way," I said and began walking again. "And uh, dude?"

"Yes, Lee?"

"Can you let go of my hand please?" I asked, kind of uncomfortable with physical contact. He just mumbled an awkward  'yea, sorry' and let go, propping his hand behind his head following silently behind me.

*10 minutes later*

Kyle's POV-

"Why are we at a cemetery?" I asked the shorter male with me. I expected a sarcastic answer like: "I'm having a funeral for my social life." or "Because we just are, so shut up." But he said what I least expected.

"I-I uh, like to hang out here...sometimes" He pulled his sleeves over his gloved hands covering his mouth, "t-to...think about...stuff, I g-guess..." He stuttered out, obviously embarrassed.

I just smiled. "Well, now we can talk about stuff, and you won't be so alone, right?" I said. I walked ahead if him pushing open the old gate. It creeked in protest so I stopped when it was big enough for both of us to fit threw.

Lee's POV-

I sighed. Just what I needed a sappy bromance moment.

Anyways, when Kyle opened the gate, only large enough for our body's to fit threw, I gladly went threw first. I walked to my usual spot, I walked all the way in the back, shielded by a circle of trees(it being in the middle), there it was:

A willow tree. It's beautiful mucky green leaves hanging down, almost touching the earth. Beside the tree was a clear blue pond, now black, the moon light dancing across the surface.  And the old tree looked even more magnificent with the moons light on the leaves; making the whole place look enchanting. I smiled slightly.

As I was just about to walk to my favorite tree, I heard crunching of leaves behind me. I turned slowly and saw a boy, about my age maybe older, sitting on a grave stone; he was wearing a black shirt with a sleeveless leather jacket that was half zipped, and some black, faded, and torn up skinny jeans, along with some grey convers. His face, expressionless. "What are you doing here?" I asked clearly curious on as how he found this place.

"..." He didn't sat anything, he just looked up at me, his red eyes glowing in the dark. Where's Kyle when you need him?

"Hey!" I called out hopefully that my over protective friend would hear. That was a bad move on my part. The boy suddenly sprouted wings as black as the night sky, "Kyle!" I was getting scared, and that's a lot coming from me. Another bad move on my part, he grabbed what looked to be a sliver scythe from his back, pointing it to my throat.

I gulped and felt my knees buckel from below me as they met with the hard ground, causing me to whimper in pain. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I was trembling and sweating despite the crisp cold air of October. I opened my mouth, at one last weak attempt to call my friends name. It came our as a shakey whisper, "K-k-kyle..." I heard the sound of metal cutting threw the air and that's when the tears stared to fall, and finally my voice began working again so I screamed at the top of my lugs, "Kyle! Save me please!"