Burning Sage

Chapter 16: Killer Red

I tried stopping her, but Hope had already won. "Fucking STOPPP ALREADY!!"

"Are ya countin." Hope moaned with a faint breath, each thrust more personal than the last, "Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Four-" I pulled Hope off of Maple. And then I took one last look. She laid there on the bed, with a gallon of blood smeared across her clothes, her face, her stomach. The rest of it pooled under her backside. Hope had left the knife in her stomach. I hung my head and turned away. Hope held my hand and we shut the door together.

"Great actin Sage. Killed two birdies with stone." Hope wiped the blood out of her eyes and smeared it all over her face. "What's wrong Sage, are ya rethinkin-"

"There's something wrong with you." I cried.

"I ain't perfect Sage, I don't know where ya got that from!" Me and Hope walked into the bathroom, and we took a cold, hard look at ourselves. The mirror didn't beat around the bush, and showed us that we were in-fact monsters. Blood clotted our brown hair to the point it looked like we were wearing crummy wigs. "Well ain't this somethin." Hope closed the door, and put her glasses on the vanity, "Ya know ya look really cute with all that blood on your face. Makes it look like ya blushin."

"Oh I wonder why?" "Cuz we're in the bathroom." Hope drawled, "Ya know I could use ya help."

"With what?"

"Takin a showa- I still have that cut on my tummy and I'on want any soap gettin into to it."

"And you need help with that?" I asked, amused.

"Sure do. Ya got some pretty big hands... ya can stop the soap from gettin in there, right?" The smile on my face was a good enough answer. Hope took my hand and led me into the shower. Before I could get any clothes off, she turned it on hot. "Why'd you do that? Your - uh, our clothes are drenched."

"I'm pretty dumb sometimes, thought ya would'a caught on." And then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The warm water drenched our lips as it drained down from our wet hair. I could taste the blood and sweat from a long day in hell - a substance so pure it made my insides cringe. I was tired from hell, but even so Hope found a way to take my mind off it. Eventually it did stop, she pushed herself off me and went under my soaked shirt.

"A little help?" she asked. I lifted up my arms and after a tiduous second or so, she finally got it off me. "It ain't that hard is it?" I raised her arms above her head, and I went up under her shirt and slid it off. She pushed her bare chest and mouth against mine. All the blood went to my head... not the one covered in hair, but the one that'd get me in trouble if I wasn't careful.

Simply put, she was warmer on the inside, warmer than the shower water, but not as hot as the hell I was sure to burn in. The door was wide open - not talking about her precious door, but the bathroom's. Landon stood there in awe as me and Hope came to an abrupt halt. In a frenzy, and as I was still in her, I tried to jerk the shower curtain infront of us, but I slipped and fell on my back with Hope on my hog.

"I think I'ma puke." He queased.

"Uh, get the FUCKKK OUT LANDON!!" Hope got off my dick as quickly as she could and threw the shower curtain over us. And then Landon puked all over the vanity and shut the door behind him.

"My dick. AYEE AHH" I lifted the suffocating shower curtain off of us, "I think you broke it."

"Did I, oh my God Sage I didn't mean to-"

"I'm kidding."

Hope slapped me in the face, "So do we keep going?" "For the love of God." Landon mourned from behind the door, "Can't even use the bathroom without a couple horn-dogs fucking in the shower."

"Oh go jerk off why don't ya!" Hope agged on.

"Fuck y'all, I'm telling Maple." From what I could hear, Landon stomped down the hall, "OHHH MY FUCKKKING GOD YOU KILLED HER YOU KILLED HER HOLY SHIT!!!" Landon stormed back down the hall and busted down the bathroom door again. Me and Hope were still nude, backs pressed against the shower floor.

"DISGUSTING!!!" He slammed the door, "PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON, WE ARE NOT STAYING HERE!!!"

"Fine." Hope mumbled. She rolled over onto the cold, bathroom floor and attempted to put her soaking wet clothes on. The only thing that throbbed now was my headache, never had I ever thought someone would walk in on me. "Ya needa put that thing up Sage." Hope had managed to slide on her outfit, being that it stuck to her skin, "I'm so cold. I can't wear these." I didn't want to wear them either - we had to find something else to put on.

"Are y'all ready to go?" Landon hounded behind the door, "I can't stand y'all!"
"Landon, go get us some clothes out of Maples room."

"GOD!" he groaned, "Y'all are delusional." Landon left the door open and walked down the hall. Hope looked down on me with a solemn frown, "Maybe he's right Sage, maybe we are delusional." "No shit." I pulled myself together; by that I mean I stood up with a flacid dick. I had died inside, and my hog hung freely like the saint it was.

"Here!" Landon boomed, throwing a wad of clothes into the bathroom, "Find something out of that." And there laid Maple's wardrobe, in the middle of the bathroom. Hope closed the door, "Ugh, fucker puked everywhere."

I sat down on the floor and went through every piece of clothing in that pile. I put on a gray hoodie, yet I was still nuts and butts on the cold bathroom floor. "Hope!" She was busy looking at herself in the mirror, "What should I do? I can't fit into this shit. I need some pants."
"Ya sure there ain't any leggins that she stretched out a bit too much? Here, lemme look." Hope sat down on the floor beside me. Right by the toilet to be exact. "Ooo, what about this?" she asked. Hope hoisted a skinny black thong, handing it to me."You can't be serious."

"Ohh, I don't know Sage, ain't like there's anything else for ya to where. Try it on." I took a deep, deep breath. I stood up before Hope, and slid on the thong.