Town of Sadness (RoyalChaos)

This Could Be It

Smarty made a beeline for Minx's house, wanting enough time to finish his job and still talk to GaLm. He picked the lock to her back door, then ever so quietly snuck in. The kitchen was a wreck. Empty wine bottles scattered the kitchen counter, all seeming fresh. A pang hit the mafioso in the center of his chest.

He had contributed to this depression Minx was feeling, to the fact that her wife was gone. Smarty pushed away this thought and crept upstairs and to her bedroom. It was a king bed, one side unoccupied.

It hurt in his chest to imagine this, if it were GaLm who was lynched. He wanted to make this quick for the poor girl. She was blackout drunk, snoring through the whole ordeal. Minx wouldn't wake up the next morning, but she probably would've wanted it that way.

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Out of Minx's home, Smarty made his way down a few doors to GaLm's house. He knocked repeatedly on the door, hands quivering. It flew open, and the other's strong hands pulled him indoors. The medium flinched away at the blood on Smarty's face, dropping his hands.

"Minx?" Anthony asked, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah..," Smarty swallowed hard, wiping at his face with the back of his hands.

"Don't do that, John, I'll get you a towel. Go on to the bathroom," He gestured down the hall at a doorway. Smarty made his way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and looking at himself in the mirror. He was a monster. A murderer.

Anthony came in with a washcloth, running it under the sink water to wet it. He cupped John's chin, gently wiping away the blood from his face.

"Was it bad?" He whispered, not looking into his eyes.

"She had about eight bottles of wine, and there were a lot of empty pill bottles. Even if I hadn't shot her, she was probably already close to death," John sighed, turning his head so GaLm could get the remaining blood splotches. "It made me think, though."

"About what, babe?"

"You and me. What if I was Krism this morning? What if it was you? I don't want to lose you, Anthony, not to a lynching, where I could save you," John pursed his lips, sighing.

Anthony set down the rag, looking his boyfriend in the eyes. "I don't want to lose you either, John, but what can we do about it? This is how things are in Salem."

"They don't have to be." John cupped the other's face, gently stroking his cheek with his thumb. "We could leave. Go to some other city."

"John-" GaLm looked down, shaking his head. "We couldn't. We don't have a way to get out of here."

Smarty pulled two tickets out of his pocket, smiling a bit. "Two train tickets to New York. We don't have to worry about death there. We could be free."

Anthony grinned, kissing him softly. "Really?" He murmured against his lips.

"Really. Do you want to?"

"Of course I do. I'll go anywhere with you, John," GaLm whispered, smiling wide.

"Go pack a bag. Nothing big. I'm going to grab some food and water. We'll have to walk to the train station, but it's a direct route there," Smarty kissed him again quickly before pulling away from the embrace. "I love you."

"I love you too. More than you'll ever know." Anthony smiled, running to his room to throw some things in a duffel bag.

Now they would be free. They would never have to worry about getting murdered in the night, or randomly lynched. Smarty smiled as he threw some dried fruit and jerky in a bag with some water bottles, knowing he was going to escape with the one he loved most.