Silence

Liar

Justin laughed and turned his head from March to Jaiden. "Obviously I'm here to ask you a favor. You witches and warlocks have horrible security systems. Anyway, I want you to bring March back. Lucky for you, I've already done most of it. Just give him his body back."

Jaiden looked to where the aviator had been staring, finding nothing but air. "You're... You're crazy, Justin. There's nothing there. Even if there was, there's no way to bring back the dead. That's insane. Where are your wings, anyway? You're an aviator, you have wings!"

"Cut 'em off. They caused too much trouble. Good thing they stopped bleeding, I almost passed out at one point," he replied nonchalantly, plopping down next to Jaiden and throwing an arm over his shoulders. "C'mon buddy, we're friends. Do it," his tone growing darker with each time he asked. He tightened the grip on his broad shoulders, squeezing him tightly.

The warlock darted out of his bed, moving to where Justin once stood. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he realized Justin genuinely thought he could revive his dead love. "N-No, Justin, you don't understand. There's literally nothing here. I already heard, and I'm truly sorry. March was an amazing guy, but you have to accept the fact that he's gone. There's no way he could be, he's dead."

March looked to Justin, a silent plea in his eyes. "Please, Justin. You have to bring me back. I want to be in your arms again, don't you want that too? Please, for me," he begged, moving closer to the aviator.

The man in question nodded, and Jaiden looked beside him where his companion's golden eyes laid confusedly. "What are you looking at? Are you talking to yourself?"

Justin pulled him down to the floor, straddling him with a twisted smile plastered over his features. "Do it. Now. Fix it. Bring him back." He slipped his knife out and trailed the tip along his jawline.

Swallowing nervously, Jaiden's eyes darted around the room. "I-I can't Justin. He's gone, there's no bringing him back. Please- just go home," he choked out, craning his neck in a vain attempt to get away from the blade.

"Try again, Jaiden. Bring him back," he growled, pushing the knife closer to his neck. The force drew a small bit of blood. The droplet trailed down his neck, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"Justin, please! I can't do anything to bring him back, he's dead. D-E-A-D dead. Dead means gone, Justin. I know you're worked up, but please, don't do this," he pleaded.

He snarled and snaked the knife's blade to Jaiden's shoulder, tracing along his pentacle happily. "Try. Again. Bring him back," he whispered angrily, growing closer and closer to snapping. His grip on the knife tightened and his knuckles turned white.

Jaiden pushed himself further into the floor, doing everything in his power to move away from the blade. His eyes widened in fear as adrenalin rushed through his veins. "J-Justin... stop... don't do this to me..."

He chuckled darkly, slicing around his pentacle. Jaiden's screams rang through the room and he attempted squirm away from the blade as the blood flowed down his shoulder to the floor. He teared up and the tears mixed with the crimson blood. "S-Stop! Justin! No please!"

Justin's chuckles turn into full on laughs, insanity glinting through his golden eyes as he dragged it around the birthmark. He relished in Jaiden's screams and pleads, twisting the knife to milk more through his lips.

A few agonizingly slow minutes later, he had finally separated the shape from his collarbone. He held it in his hands happily, holding it up to March. "I've done it! He has to fix you now, right?" he exclaimed happily.

The psychic nodded happily. "Good job, Justin! I'm so proud of you! Fix me!"

Jaiden grabbed a shirt and tried to stop the bleeding, wrapping it around his shoulder tightly. "W-Why Justin? What are-" he paused, wincing as he tightened the shirt. "What drove you to do this...?" he asked weakly.

Justin laughed, and insane glint in his eyes. "You have to bring him back, Jaiden!" He shouted, tracing a heart on his bare chest with the blood still on the blade.

The warlock's tears streamed town his cheeks. "I can't, you- you took everything away from me! That was my only magick! It's gone! I'm worthless now! Look at what you've done, Justin!" He pushed the aviator off of him and stumbled to the door.

Justin, however, wasn't having that. He threw the knife at the shuffling man, who let out a choked scream as it pierced his shoulder. "You're not worthless without magick, you idiotic warlock! Are you saying I'm useless? I'm not! I can protect people!"

"Yeah, right! That's why March is dead!" he choked out without thinking. Immediately he regretted his decision, but he couldn't turn back now.

The aviator growled and ripped the knife out of his shoulder, repeatedly stabbing it into his spinal cord as he sobbed and screamed profanities at the long-dead warlock. After a few moments, he looked up to March, who returned the gaze with a sickening smile.

"I'm so proud of you, Justin. Thank you. I just want you to know," he looked down to his feet. "I never existed. Ever since the alley, I'm just your sick little fantasy~" he sang, tracing his jawline with a cold finger.

Justin's golden eyes widened and he stepped back, looking down at his blood soaked hands. "Y-You what...?"

"I don't exist. You're just crazy~! Jaiden was right. You're useless," he explained, gradually lowering his voice into a soft growl. "Miss me?" he whispered before disappearing and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

The room was silent, but it screamed in his ears as he fell to the floor. The pain in his knees was numbed to near nothing, and he screamed to the walls as his tears mixed with the pool of blood trickling over the hardwood floor.

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okay woo, i had some trouble writing this. i completely lost motivation halfway through, but i got it back !!! i feel like this is a longer chapter, so thats good.