And Now You May Kill The Bride

He'll be dead

I was walking carefully through the empty hospital hallways. He's gotta be somewhere in here. I made sure all the exits were locked but one, so the chance he would find the only open exit was not high.

That was when I heard some fast footsteps from around the corner. Someone was running this way. I made sure to keep walking, trying to make my footsteps sound extra loud, as a warning. Suddenly the running stopped. The person around the corner could possibly be him. What if it is? I'll kill him. Immediately, no hesitating.

I turned around the corner to see a short, pale boy standing still in the middle of the hallway. His eyes were closed and he was shaking like his life depended on it. I came closer to the boy, making sure to not scare him off, although it looks like that didn't work. I place one of my hands on his trembling shoulder. He felt insanely cold. Not like my own body is any warmer, but still. "Are you okay?" I heard myself say. What the fuck Clay, weren't you gonna kill him? Wait no, i'm not sure yet if it's him.

"I'm not gonna do anything" I said, trying to sound somewhat reassuring. I think it worked, because the shaking boy slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm Clay" I continue, in the hope that the boy would also say his name. He seemed to relax a bit. "I'm George."

My heart dropped. It felt like i was about to throw up. I felt my smile drop. Luckily the brunette didn't see that because he was currently staring at the ground.

I tried to get my face to the same expression it had before. George looked up at me and tilted his head slightly. He had a small smile plastered on his face. Then he whispered: "You have the same shoes." I gave him a confused look. George pointed down and repeated himself: "You have the same shoes as me." I looked down and then saw it. George was right. We were both wearing red converse shoes. I directed my eyes at George again and said:
"I do"

Okay, so it's him. He's the one. I'm gonna kill him.

Like.. now.

Or like.. now.

I can't do this.

"Let's go" I suddenly say. I start walking through the hall we're currently in. George follows.

I take a quick look at George and I curse myself to death in my head. What the fuck am I doing? Fucking idiot. He should be already dead by now. I should've just done it immediately. But i'll do it soon. He'll be dead.