A Little One-Shot Book

Skylox One-Shot: Fifteen Minutes Gone

A/N-Ok, this is for TheAbandonedAngel's one-shot contest. I might post more if I do good, but this is just for Ms.Angel right now. Ok? Ok. Let's get on with the Skylox. And this is skin shipping, not irl, but when they're dead they don't respawn. (BTW: This might get a tiny bit emotion...and contains a hint of Merome. :P)

*Adam/Sky's POV*

I unlocked the door to our house.
"Hey guys, I'm home!" I call out, flipping on the lights. I just left to get some food, we were beginning to run out...and I wanted to escape Ty. He's been on edge lately, and snapped at me to go away. That really hurt. So I left. A mere fifteen minutes. Now I was back. Simple as that.

When I got no response, I called out again.
"Guys? Where-" I choked on the words as I saw someone laying on the floor. An edge of crimson liquid lined the body. The first thing I noticed: A checkered hoodie. I slowly walked over to the person. Carefully, I gazed upon a face. Tyler's face was frozen in a horrific state, eyes wide and glossy, mouth hanging open slightly, blood dripping from its corner. A kitchen knife was lodged in his chest, staining his white tee a nasty maroon color.
"Brotato? TYLER?!" I grabbed his shoulders, flipping on his back, only to leap away again with a squeak. His glasses were smashed thoroughly on the floor beside him, stray pieces strewn across the floor. I move my shades onto my forehead, uncovering my eyes. Tears blurred the edges of my vision.

Who would do this? Was he the only one?! WERE THERE OTHERS LIKE THIS?! Liquid streamed as I dropped to my knees.
Tyler.
Ty.
DEADLOX!! My head snaps toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. My best friend...my-my crush. I loved him, but I was just too much of a coward to do anything. I could jump over pools of lava, I could dodge arrows, I could wield a sword, but I couldn't admit my feelings. Now...he could be dead and never know.
I slowly got up, and walked toward the hall. As I rounded the corner, footsteps becoming muffled by the carpet, I saw a green striped body.
Bashur's face was frozen in the same terror as Brotate's, slouching on the floor. A pink-red liquid was smeared down the wall behind the melon, leading to the dripping gash in the back of his head. My eyes went even rounder, if possible, and I shuffled past the body. My mind hadn't really comprehended that they were actually dead, not coming back, so my emotions weren't registering.

I came to the entrance of the first room, and poked my head in. In the dim light from the gloomy window, I made out a figure hunched over another body. Is this the killer? The person responsible for two deaths, maybe three, or more?! And...wearing a checkered hoodie...
Only two people that I know wear that pattern, and one of them is non-existent...
"Mitch?" It's bearly above a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a scream.
He turns, a deep sadness evident. Tears stain his cheeks, his hair is messier than usual, his eyes glitter in pain and grief. The body he's hunched over has a ((Oh, god, so hard to write!)) diamond axe lodged in the front, the life-giving liquid staining the suit worn. Jerome's eyes were closed peacefully, but it looked to be a death that was anything but.
Mitch...
Was defiantly NOT the killer.

The pain and grief in his eyes suddenly caught fire, turning into a roaring anger.
"YOU?!" He screamed at me. I stepped back a bit, confused.
"HE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!" He gestured to Jerome's body. He was to his feet now and stalked over to where I stood under the doorframe.
"Mitch, calm down, I don't know-"
"DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T KNOW, YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL!!"
"I-I dont know! What happened?! I left for fifteen minutes, FIFTEEN MINUTES, now three people are dead! Explain!"
I was now on the verge of shouting. Bajan seemed to soften at the topic, tense, battle-ready position loosening.
"You really don't know..." He murmured half-heartedly, returning to his dead friend.
"Mitch, who was it?" But that was the last he said, going back to grieve over his loss. His mind wasn't comprehending this very well, worse than mine in fact, so he wasn't at full capacity.