"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead."
- Benjamin Franklin
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Henry woke up with an excruciating pain in the back of his head. He wanted to hold up his hand and touch the spot to find out if he was bleeding but there were two things that made that impossible.
One: he was tight to a chair.
Two: his eyes were covered with some piece of fabric.
He tried to move but whoever tightened him up did a quality job. He could hear and smell the ocean but besides that it was quiet. He had no idea where he was and with whom he was.
Some time passed. Maybe minutes, maybe hours and then Henry heard it — steps of multiple people approaching him.
"Henry," Earth called out, seeing Henry tight up close to the edge. If he moved a little in the wrong direction he would fall into the ocean.
"Earth? Care to fucking explain what kind of mess you are in?" Henry yelled.
"I'll explain later. I promise."
"Oh, ho, ho, he promises," the man — Earth guessed — in his late forties, wearing a deep purple suit, walked towards him. "Be careful with your promises, Earth."
"Who are you? Why do you want me dead?"
"I must say one thing," the man pointed at Earth, a big silver ring was decorating his hand, "you have guts, I like that."
"Quit playing and tell me what the fuck is all of this?"
"You know, I would start explaining but I fear that someone isn't here, yet."
"Who—"
"Boss, his boyfriend just arrived."
"Perfect, walk him here," the man grinned at Earth.
Earth's face hardened, "I swear, I didn't—"
The man put a hand in front of Earth to stop him, "oh, I know you didn't bring him with you. But, I think that Mix isn't the type of boyfriend that takes no for an answer. So I figured, you know what? Fuck it, I might as well let him in on our plan."
"Plan?"
"You'll find out soon, my dear Earth," the man stretched out his hand and one of his bodyguards lend him some documents.
"Touch me one more time and I put a bullet straight through your fucking head," Earth heard Mix growling behind him. He turned around and there he was, Mix clothed in all black with a gun in his hand. He looked hot and angry, and when he looked at Earth — he looked hurt.
Earth knew he fucked up, storming out of the apartment like that, but it didn't matter now. What mattered was — what in the hell was Mix doing there?
"Mix," Earth whispered, stepping towards Mix, but Mix didn't look at him again, instead he swung his hand and not even a second later the Glock in Mix's hand was pointing at the man in the deep purple suit.
