Drip drip drip. Was all he could hear as his vision came back. He felt heavy as his head could barely keep itself up. He looked down at his hands as the red liquid painted them whole. He wasn't sure whose blood this was. He jumped up to his feet in horror as he realized what was happening. He finally snapped didn't he? The fear began to overwhelm his every being as he dropped the knife as well as himself to the ground. He clenched his chest before throwing up to the side, his stomach churning. He never really threw up before, but this was obviously a good exception. A gargled, "h...el...p" was all he could hear coming from the bloodied body. His heart sank as he realized he was still alive. What was he going to do? If he survived he was sure to tell on him...but if he died and someone found out. He began to hyperventilate as he grabbed at his hair desperately. He was going to be punished for this! He would deserve it- but that didn't mean he wanted it to happen. "Well would you look at that," said an amused voice behind him. Max let out a loud scream as he tried to scurry away. He was stopped by a grab on the back of his shirt. The person dragged him backwards and he felt arms wrapping around him. The person moved so that Max was now facing the dying person. "Looks like my muse has had their own project they're working on," he chuckled, the voice coming to Max. "Emilio," he asked in shock before his panic on being judged began to eat at him. "It's not what-," he began before Emilio hushed him. "Don't worry I couldn't really careless about this guy," Emilio admitted as he held Max close to him. He took in Max's smell. It was a mixture of sweetness and salt. He buried his face into his neck as he wanted to just sit there forever. Something about Emilio's breath against Max's neck made Max's face blush. Was he supposed to feel this way after murdering someone?! No!! He let out a small whine before Emilio let him go. Losing the physical contact from Emilio made Max crave for it again. He wanted nothing more than to be embraced. Emilio looked down at the person who was mumbling nonsense. He had a dead look on his face before stomping their face in. The sound of cracking and smooshed brain echoing through Max's skull. Max got up as he made his way over to the head. It was unrecognizable as he felt almost...intrigued by it. He knelt down, ignoring Emilio's eyes sticking to him. He touched the brain before pulling back by the feeling. It was horrid. Squishy and yet somehow hard. He had bits stuck to his finger and a part of him wanted to taste it. The thought alone almost made him vomit and he desperately brushed it off his hands. Emilio smiled at him as he took in the sight of such a carefree person as Max covered in someone else's blood. Emilio couldn't help but feel jealous. He wish to feel the wrath of Max himself. Max looked up at Emilio with tear filled eyes before speaking, "what do we do?! What if I get caught," he pleaded for answers. Anything to save him. Emilio cupped Max's face as he looked into his big brown eyes. It reminded him of a scared dog. He let out a small hush before rubbing his cheek with his thumb. "I'll take care of it," he replied before patting Max's head. Max once again felt his heart flutter. Why was he feeling this way?! Something about the way Emilio's captivating purple eyes looked at Max made him weak. It made him want to believe and listen to anything he said. "Okay...," he mumbled in response. "Good now cover up with this," he said as he took off his sweater and wrapped Max with it. It didn't cover all the blood but enough. "Wait for me by the trash cans behind the school and I'll get you a change of clothes. Remain hidden," he order before running his fingers through Max's curly strands. Max nodded as he repeated the instructions inside his head. He took one good look at the body before running out the woods.
