This is my first Boosh fic.

I'm so sorry for doing this. It broke my heart to write but the Plot Pelt Rabbit wouldn't stop chasing me. It gets better later on!

I do not own the Mighty Boosh. It belongs to Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt it's proud parents.

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Vince screamed his friend's name. Tears dribbled from his eyes making his makeup run, he didn't care. He watched Howard fall to the ground like a rag-doll, eyes glassy and lifeless. Blood pooled around his body from the gaping hole through his heart. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.

"If Old Gregg couldn't have him nobody can," The merman purred and grinned manically clutching the gun tightly. His eyes shimmered with tears caused by the loss of his obsession, but they would not fall.

"You…killed him…" Vince muttered, unable to believe what had happened. He knelt beside the lifeless body, not caring that his sparkling outfit was being covered in blood. He placed his hands over the wound attempting to stem the flow of crimson that escaped from it. He knew that there was no point, he knew his friend was dead and that stopping the blood wouldn't do a thing to the broken heart that resided, no longer beating in it's owner's chest.

"You could go with him. Old Gregg still has one bullet left. There's no point stayin' now that he's gone is there?" The green skinned man-fish said quietly. He offered the gun to the Prince of Camden, who took it without hesitation, his blood soaked hands covering it with Howard's blood.

"Why don't I just shoot you? You killed him… I thought you loved him." Vince hissed. He pointed the cold metal weapon, in his blood stained hands, towards Old Gregg. A look of pure hatred, not normally associated with the Sunshine kid, took over his face.

"Old Gregg loves Howard," Gregg insisted, "But if you shoot Gregg, then the police are goin' to think you did it. You took the gun, your fingerprints are coverin' it now. The blood on your hands got rid of any evidence to get me arrested. The only thing you can do fool is to kill yourself. Do you want to live forever bein' blamed for Howard's death?"

Vince's look of anger was replaced with a look of pure misery. He lowered the gun to his side. He watched the blood drip from his hand to the floor morbidly.

"I can't live with that. I'd never be able to live knowing that you were free either." Vince growled.

"You don' have to live. Use the gun like Old Gregg suggested." The merman insisted.

Vince looked down at the weapon. The weapon that had killed Howard was now the weapon that would kill him too. He lifted the gun to hit temple closing his eyes and taking Howard's limp hand in his. This is how it would end for them. Together even till the end. He applied pressure to the trigger and smiled before the shot punctured his brain.

The lifeless body of Vince Noir collapsed onto the lifeless body of Howard Moon. Their blood mixed in one large crimson pool that surrounded them like a border. Their hands still clasped in death. The gun lay next to them along with a calling card from Old Gregg, which became unreadable as the cooling ruby blood ran over.

Gregg had disappeared off into the night shouting in a deeply saddened voice "I'm Old Gregg!" He may have killed, but he still felt remorse for every life lost.

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So review please, oh and don't kill me I have so much to give!