EXIT of HELL | BFB Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

-Fear-

Liy's POV~

I quietly got up of my desk. Where the fuck is David? I'm sick of playing these damn games. "Hey, I'm gonna go on a quick adventure.. I'll be back!" I placed a fake grin and I excused myself for the fourest. David told me he was in there. He usually was.

I'm not sure why. I mean.. If you know quite a few murders were made there, than why would you still hangout there? The question lurked my mind as I continued to step on the blue grass. It gently swayed as the tips hit my boots once in awhile. I smiled, trying to take this as one of the last times I could be happy. No faking.
I looked at what's infront of me. And that made me hesitate real quick. Blood. Blood everywhere. I knew this was fucking new.. Where's David. I gripped my hands as it turned into fists. I took a deep breath as my shoulder-length hair moved a little from the wind. It was a little windy, which was odd. I followed the blood trail.

I just wanted to see David again.
My only friend in this mess. Whoever did this to him will pay for it. I don't CARE if it's going to go as extreme as murder. I need to avenge my friend. The only considerably sane person. I've always felt so bad for him and him dying a 3rd time is outrageous.. Maybe this is the last time.

If Four's gone..
Is death permanent?

No. It can't be..
I fell to my knees, to what I saw. A notebook, ripped and stained. More specifically...
Loser's.
THAT LITTLE SHIT. I will kill him, in revenge of him. David. I'm so.. sorry.

I think you're gone for good.

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What's this?
A murder that I didnt literally tell you the killer?

Interesting..