𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙 - 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖞!𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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the wall was covered with blood. all of randys blood. billy was left unharmed and left unscathed. randy attempted to sober up quickly and understand the dangerous situation he found himself in. unfortunately, there was too much alcohol already in his veins. it didn't take long for randy to stop moving...to stop breathing.

billy couldn't believe what just conspired. he was out of breath. he was panting heavily, his hair was aloof with strands of his chestnut colored hair sticking up in different directions. a smile creeping on the outer corners of his brightly pink tinted lips. he pondered weeks before what it meant to truly be insane, deranged and mental. now he knew, he was far gone. too far gone that none of the medications offered to him would do any work to fix him. he was a killer now anyways after all.  

the look in his eyes were shells of someone who once had the ability to think and feel what everyone else considered to me "normal". nothing unusual. nothing to be unsuspecting of.  

the only witness to deal with was gone. stu should've dealt with the girls' bodies and if he didn't billy knew then he would absolute destroy stu's life and future and claim himself victim of stu's "attempted murder". the boy had already mentally conjured up a script to get himself out of jail- quite literally. 

billy looked down at his crimson covered palms. his pale skin was covered by a much darker color, one that was derived of another boy's body. 

"holy fucking shit" he whispered to himself. he turned his open palm to the back of his hand, blood was under his short nails and seeped into the bits of open cuticles. "i'm gonna get a disease" he was annoyed. he was annoyed at the fact that a portion of blood got on him. blood that was not that of his."if i get aids i'm going to fucking loose it." he whispered to himself reflecting back on the untasteful names he would call randy in an attempt to dehumanize and degrade him. he thought of it as playful banter. he thought it was humorous. he thought of him as "the other". he also thought of him as a threat to his precious sunshine, his precious flower, his love. anything to make randy look like an idiot Infront of you and certainty anything to separate you from randy. 

"yo" stu was leaning against the kitchen door frame staring at the other boy covered in blood. stu's bright blue eyes turned towards to randy's corpse. "holy fucking shit billy-!" his usually eccentric voice was monotone and crackly.  his initial reaction was shock, bug eyed and an unbreakable measurement of eye contact on the corpse aying in on his own kitchen floor. his mouth was agape in disbelief. his appalled face quickly turned to amusement and a sick twisted version of happiness and joy. "i was worried about dealing with him,  you know, him being a loud mouth and when he's drunk he walks into every wall and makes sure everyone is the whole neighborhood knows he's not sober." he continued on, loosing billy half way trough the one-sided conversation. stu broke his stare from randy's dead body to billy's cold heartless eyes.

"you're next if you don't keep your mouth shut"