A lovers curse

Chapter 10

SALLY IS GONNA DIEEEEEEEEE!!!! Roger_And_James
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Arthur bolted from the scene when he heard the thud. And the shattering mask. He ran to Sallys hideout. Then shut the door. "How could you?!? Now everyone thinks I'M a murderer!!!" Arthur snapped. "Oh please. Nobody likes you anyway." Sally said while staring Arthur in the eyes. "What about you?" Arthur asked. Sally smiled darkly. "Your my pawn. Your so good at following orders!" She laughed. Arthur grabbed her by the neck. Strangling her. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" He dragged her to the kitchen. Slamming her on the wall. Not hard enough to kill her. He then punched her in the stomach. He grabbed a knife then threw her. It was a cleaver to make it better. "STOP IT!! MURDERER!! BASTARD!!" Arthur then grabbed a baseball bat. He started to smash it into sallys legs and arms until the bones were basically powder. Sally screeching bloody murder. He then broke her arms with his bare hands. Literally ripping them off. "STOP!!!!!" "WHY? SO YOU CAN KEEP MURDERING?!!" There was a first aid kit. Arthur grabbed it. And held it to sally. "Need help?" She nodded. He used it on himself. Wasting it but happily doing it.

He then kicked sally in the face until her teeth were broken. "You always wanted a toothless baby. Well look at you now!" Arthur said happily. Then grabbed the cleaver again. He cut her head off. Then absolutely destroyed it into a mess of bloody goo. He then destroyed the body. He was fucking angry. He waa covered in blood too. He got into the shower, getting blood allll over the place. He changed clothes afterwards. Then looted the place. "Fucking bitch. I hope you rot." He spit in the bloody goo. Then left.

John was currently in his lovers arms. He was shaking. It was bad....whistler kissed him and rubbed his head gently. They were in the big bed. They needed to go to the Institute but john was having a seizure. The blower went off. Thistle groaned. He laid jon down gently. Making sure there was lots of pillows so he couldn't fall then he answered the blower.

The note read: Dearest Constable Whistler. You are overdue. Please come back to the Rehabilitation Center immediately.

Thistle wrote a note up as fast as possible then sent it. He rushed back to John. Who was crying. The seizure had stopped thankfully. "John!!!??" Thistle hugged him close. "Who...were..you...talki..." He was cut off. "It was the blower. It's time to go. But you cant. Im going to work out out." Suddenly the phone rang. "I'll be right here!!" Whistler ran to answer then picked up. "There you are!! Your late!!" A doctor hissed. "Constable had a seizure and is in bad shape. I'm scared to move him..." He spoke so john couldn't hear. The doctor was silent for a second. "We'll send someone over right away. Do not let him move. And don't move him yourself. Not even in the wheelchair." The doctor was concerned. "Alright. I'm leaving my front door unlocked for you. Please knock though." "We will." Then they hung up. Whistler went to his lover and kissed him over and over. Giving him plenty of love and care.