Mithross; I'll Protect You

Chapter seven; Ice cream

Chapter seven

"My blood is red, Ross. Isn't that ironic?"

Takes place after the day finishes and they leave the offices.

Ross P.O.V.

I pulled Red along behind me through the woods. "Ross, isn't the ice cream place over there?" He said, pointing to his right. "Yea, I know. But this is a shortcut." I lied. Oh, man. Remember Rossy, there's no turning back now. I could feel the knife pressing against my leg, pinned in between my pants and my belt. I pulled Red into a clearing then stopped. My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. Ross Time. Perfect. I turned to face Red. He glanced at me, and a look of realisation flitted across his face. He looked up and asked, "This isn't for ice cream, is it? This is about earlier with Max, isn't it?" He looked downright terrified now. I took a step closer. "R-Ross? Why did you bring me here? In the middle of nowhere? What are you doing?" I pulled out the knife, and said, "It's a shame you couldn't stay away from Maxxy. My Maxxy. I liked you Red. You were a good friend. But you couldn't even follow through on one simple request."

He backed away, and started to open his mouth to scream. I moved forward and pinned him against a birch tree.

"Remember Red, this will be easier for both of us if you don't scream." I dragged the knife down his cheek, leaving a small trail of blood. He swallowed slowly and trembled, his brown eyes widening with fear. In one quick fluid motion I stabbed downward into his stomach. He screamed, but that was one of the things I liked about Red. He wasn't a loud screamer. I pulled the knife up and a thick stream of blood flowed out, and stained my shirt a dark red. I stabbed him again, and again. With each new attempt he screamed a little more, tears streaming down his face. As I stabbed him again, and again, I whispered, "This is what happens when you touch my Maxxy. He's mine! And nobody else's." Eventually Red stopped screaming and I looked up at his tear stained face. His once bright eyes were now blank and devoid of life. The red haze that had enveloped my mind cleared and I stared at the mess before me. One of my best friends, covered in huge, violent stab marks, blood dripping off the knife in my hand, the birch tree behind him stained a dark red. And me, covered in blood. I raised my hands, and saw they were shaking. What do I do? What do I do? Oh crap, what do I do? You have to clean this up Ross. First take the knife, and clean the handle. Then put it in his hand and make it look like a suicide. Then you have to get rid of your clothes and take a shower. Okay. Okay. I can do this. I took the knife and wiped the handle on my shirt. I curled Red's fingers around the knife and continued to make it look like a suicide. I ran through the woods to the back door of the apartment and prayed no one would see me. I managed to get upstairs and get in the shower. I grabbed a clean pair of clothes and changed. I put my blood stained clothes in a garbage bag and threw them in the dumpster behind the apartment. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a suicide note for Red, saying that he killed himself because he loved Barney but Barney didn't love him back. I went back to the woods and taped the note above him on the now red birch tree.

Hey guys, I have some bad news.

This is ending soon.

And some worse news,

endings aren't always happy.