Mireo

Dead

TW: violence/gore
(Back to Mireos perspective!!)

Searing pain shot through my shoulder, the same shoulder that I injured when I met Halio. I was knocked onto my knees with my hand clutching my side. The man had hit me in my ribs with the crowbar at full force and shit, that hurt.
“Fuck!!” I heaved and wheezed out any remaining air in my lungs.
I looked up as I saw the man's arms swing back once more, the crowbar coming and crashing into my jaw.
My vision blurred, everything going white for a second. I heard ringing and the blood pumping through my heart at mach speed as I almost collapsed. I heaved myself back into my knees and located the man in my spinning vision.
“Tell me who you are and I won't kill you.” The man's voice shredded every last ounce of confidence I had.
“Please…” I begged through despair-stricken coughs and wheezes.
Please dear Gods I need this… just this one win… to make Halio happy with me.
“What is it?” He snapped. He grabbed my arm and lifted me up to my feet, getting close to my face at an attempt at a threat.
“This is the only thing I have going for me… if I fuck it up… I'm worthless-” I hadn't thought about this before, but as soon as I said it, I couldn't disagree. I really did feel that way.
“If killing people is your only redeeming quality, I don't think you're worthy of your own flesh.” This man was harsh, and strangely fearless against his intruder. He seemed more angry than scared.
Without thinking, a burst of adrenaline shot through my heart. I curled my free hand into a fist and punched directly in front of me. I couldn't see shit so I kept reaching until I felt my knuckles collide with his nose.
He dropped me and I fell back to my scraped knees, but the adrenaline kept going.
“Gah!” He stumbled back gripping his nose and his hand loosening around the iron bar.
I staggered forward, snatching the bar out of his hands and throwing it aside. I leaned forward and my hands wrapped around his throat while his arms flailed chaotically.
He gripped my hands and attempted to pull away, but to no avail.
Hahaha!! He's mine! He's dead, he's gonna die, I'm gonna kill him! Halio's gonna be so happy!
“PFFFT-” I blurted out barely-stifled laughter while my hands clasped tighter around his throat. I couldn't see his expression through my crowbar-induced haze, but I could feel the aura of fear radiating off of his thrashing face. Why did it make me so happy? Is it because Halio would be happy? Or is it something else…
My vision slowly cleared and I saw his skin, normally a warm brown, was now hinting at bluish purple.
It was beautiful to see his eyes bulge and to hear his strangled breaths.
Am I a bad person?
No no… of course not.
Everyone feels like this.
Right?
It took several minutes, his choking was the only sound that filled the air in the meantime. Soon his eyes relaxed and he went limp in my arms, thudding to the floor as soon as I let go.
I pressed two fingers into the top of his neck, feeling a pulse go flat. But the adrenaline still pumped through my veins.
I grab the crowbar again, staring at the body in front of me.
“... Fuck… you.” The metal swung back and collided with his peaceful face. I swung it back again and again and again until his face was unrecognizable. Teeth and blood scattered across the garage steps, some of it being my own, and there I stood, dizzy but triumphant.
I felt my weight sway back and forth from left to right, my hands reaching up to feel my aching face. I felt blood pouring out of the side of my neck from where the man hit me in the jaw.
Fuck…
My eyes were heavy with exhaustion as the adrenaline started to wear off. I shuffled around and started to pack up my stuff back into the duffle bag. I tottered around, eventually going back to the window I broke in the garage.
I shoved my bag back through the window and heaved myself back outside.
“Stay out of sight, Mireo.” I remember Halio telling me. I wobbled along, mostly out of sight from the public until I was far enough away from the house I felt it was safe.
I pulled the phone Halio gave me out of my pocket and texted his number.
“Jbobs donee. Comr pick mw uip”
My hands were shaking so bad I couldn't type properly, hopefully he understands the message.
I attached a picture of a nearby street sign and sat down in the grass to wait.
I just killed a guy.
That's kinda cool, I feel powerful.
But then again, I never really felt weak…
That other guy must be weak…