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Music: Young and Menace (by Fall Out Boy)
*Ricky's POV*
Inch by inch my airway was constricting to about only the size of only a needle. My heart was racing tenfold the amount of times it should be beating right now.
"No, please!" Chris begged half in english, half in his native language. I tried to scream (futile as it might seem) but only raw chokes erupted in my throat. "Leave him be!" In my delirious state I couldn't help but realize that this was the first time i've seen Chris show any other strong emotion before now.
"You've left me no choice, Chris." The horned being tossed a dull glance at Chris before squeezing his fist tighter around my neck. "You should have done this years ago and now i'm left to do your dirty work." His marble black eyes pierced through every layer of me. "I'll try to make this painless." He snickered before his clawed fist blocked my airway completely. I was left gasping for air that i knew would never penetrate my lungs. So this is what suffocation feels like.
Thrashing wildly in my captor's grasp, my legs burned with unoxygenated lactic acid. My throat and chest felt like a balloon being filled to the max and on the verge of rupturing.
"Stop!" Chris finally burst. "Stop, i'll do it myself."
The creature smiled before dropping me to the floor, my knees buckling below me as i gasped for air as if my life depended on it. It did. My throat felt raw like a thousand cats had used it as a scratching post. But most of all, i felt relieved because there was no way in hell Chris would kill me... right?
"I'm sorry, Ricky." A tear slid down his warm cheeks until it dripped off of his angular chin. Then he stepped towards me and my boy convulsed in shaking.
"No, please... no no please no.." I began to sob, my throat choked. I tried to take as many deep breaths as possible because this may be my last chance. "Please, stop Chris." My sobs were relentless as i scuttled backwards desperately.
"I don't have a choice." His voice was barely above a whisper as he picked me up off of the ground as if i weighed nothing at all. "I have to kill you, there's no way he'd let you get away alive... i just hope you'll forgive me."
Eventually i succumbed to the fact that i was going to die and there was no way i could stop it, so i stopped fighting.
"Just make it quick." I pleaded.
*Chris's POV*
"I will, my love." I pulled him as close as i could to me, his warmth and heart beat radiating brighter than the sun. I had to do this. I should have done it fifteen years ago, because look at all the trouble it has caused now. I should have never fallen in love with him, but oh god i did and i dont regret it now. But now i had to end it before things got worse. I just had to remind myself that Ricky isn't good for me, he's half angel and i'm only a demon, a toxic mix and i knew that.
"Shh..." I tried to hush his crying. I placed a long and gentle kiss to his plush lips that quivered beneath me. I kissed him for as long as i could before i slid that damned dagger into his back, just to the right of his spine and i felt him gasp against my lips before he became dead weight in my arms. "I'm sorry, Ricky."
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Sorry, guys, i'm going to have to end this chapter right about here for drama and suspense purposes but you know what to do!
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