Canes and Gunshots

Cold Metal

Wilfords POV

My gun stay aimed at the body in front of me, the man already dead. But I still gave him one more bullet, just be safe.

I checked the barrel of my revolver to see how much ammo I had left.

One bullet.

A sigh left my lips as I aimed the gun at my head, clicking off the safety once again.

Well... Goodbye, I thought to myself.

BANG!

The bullet fell down before hitting me, the gun releasing a small cloud of white smoke.

Worth a shot...

"Trying that old trick again?" I heard a deep voice from behind me.

"Just testing it till the day it finally works." I answered, slowly turning around to see the one and only.

Dark.

He stared down at me, examining everything that was going on with the scene. But we both knew it didn't take a genius to know what I do for fun.

"You're still doing this shit?" He asked.

"What else? I have nothing to do with my life. While you swallow up your time with books and writing, I get bored and wanna have fun for once in my life." I growled, hatred laced in my voice.

He shook his head and sighed, snapping his finger to make the body disappear. Where it goes, only we know.

"You have to stop this. One day you're gonna get caught and you'll be killed. And when they find out you can't die, guess what? Our se- "Our secret is out and everyone will know we're demons. We never die. You dont think I know that by now? The constant reminders, the mysterious appearances you do to make my work go away? You don't think I get this by now?" I interupted, putting my two sense into it.

He just growled and pinned me to the alley wall, raising his hand to me like he was gonna hit me. But I just looked at it with a sinister glare.

"Go ahead. Hit me. Kill me. I'm waiting for the day to one day feel the pain I longed for all this time. So hit me! Make me bleed among this concrete till I'm nothing to anyone anymore!' I screamed, tearing up.

The memories we both had to live through were enough to make someone wanna kill themselves.

We've been through hell together and continue to do so all this time, never leaving each others side.

But once in a while, one of us will crack from all this... power. One of us needs to help the other through the pain of past memories and mistakes.

And it was usually me who needed that comfort.

He lowered his hand and held me close to his chest, my arms embracing him like a stuffed animal that a child needs every night to sleep.

I was the child and Dark was my teddy bear.

He just held me and kissed the top of my head, stroking my hair a little to help ease away the pain till I could fully function once again.

"Why are we like this...?" I muttered, crying.

"I don't know... but we're stuck with it. Together." He answered.

I looked up at him and nodded, kissing his lips softly.

He still tasted of honey or cream to me, so sweet and soft.

He tilted his head in the kiss, holding me closer. It was this friction he gave me that made me desire him more and more each day.

We were always in love, never apart. And that's the way it should always be.

He slowly parted and kissed my forehead, making me smile a little and nudge his chin up.

"Let's go home love. Chica will be waiting." Referring to our puppy.

I nodded and held his hand tightly as he walked us home, to our new life.

To our new home.