Pile and Red's story (boyxboy, yaoi)

Chapter 3, Part 2: The murder.

** Warning ** Yaoi !! If you don't love Yaoi or boyxboy's story , don't read!

Also some parts are shocking!

Red's POV:

My prince, is it you?

My Prince?

Pile's POV:

Suddently I feel Royal's body on my back. he spreads on my body.

He howls with an angry voice: "You think I will let you flee again? Rat, you make me excited like that and you didn't offer your ass to me? I am so frustrated right now because of you"

And he puts my head under the water.

"Red, Help me!"

I can't move! I can't breathe! The cold water starts to enter in my lungs. Today, I will die.

I move my head and my arms desperatly and try to remove his hands

I lose my consciousness little by little .

With all of my strengh I try to arch my body but I can't because of Royal. He is too strong.

I am dying.

Red's POV:

My prince? My prince?

My heart beats foolishly. I heard him call my name once but now it's looks like there is noone. I don't feel his presence anymore. That's like I am losing a thread. the thread that connect me to my prince was abrutly cut.

WHERE ARE YOU?

I scream and start to run towards the river.

WHERE ARE YOU? I finally reach the water. The torrent is full of mud now, the water take a brown colour and there are branchs that go down the current. The rain keeps falling and that's painful.

I run in the water and look everywhere .

WHERE ARE YOU? MY PRINCE?

I run foolishly, watch everywhere, push away the branchs that block my way and start to loose hope.

I see him.

I see his body.

He is dead. His head is under the water and he doesn't move anymore.

I run. Finally I reach him. I put my hands under his armpits and raise his body and I pull him until I reach the bank. I gently put his body on the ground.

"Master Myrthe I need your help! NOW! I am near the torrent. My prince is dead! "

I cut the communication with him, he was surprised but I know he will come as soon as possible . I must try my best to raise my prince from the dead.

I hit his breastbone with my fist.

I put my left hand on his forehead and my right hand under his chin and I raise his chin. I open his mouth and put my lips on his lips and insufflate air.

I did it one , ten, fifty times.

I look at his face. The rain keeps falling on him. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open. His lips are blue and his complexion is pallid. His golden hairs are so messy.