Zexion slid through the shadows of the alleyway, the knife cold in his hand. The only thing running through his head was fears of getting caught. His hands shook in anticipation and sweat starting to drip down his forehead. This was something he had to do, he had no choice.
The target moved into sight and Zexion crouched down into a offensive position. He was ready. The red headed man stopped for a moment and looked around, Zexion froze, scared he had been caught.
"Who's there?!" The man called out, beginning to walk toward Zexion, though he was still unnoticed. He lowered his crouch, moving the edge of the blade away from him, ready to pounce. Slowly he moved towards the center of the alley, waiting for the man to get closer.
"I know someone's there, come out now, while you can." He threatened, sounding a little nervous.
And that was when Zexion attacked.
He sprung from the shadows and slashed the man across the chest. The man stood shocked, before falling to the ground. Zexion smirked and crouched down next to the man. The man looked up, only emotional pain seen in his eyes.
"Zexion? W-why?" He nearly wimpered. Zexion merely chuckled, carefully running the blade over the others cheek.
"I have to Axel. Understand." He raised his hand to Axels face, resting on the others cheek. "You don't belong here. You don't belong anywhere. I am helping you Axel. I am helping because I love you, and I want you to be happy." He lowered the kinfe to Axel's neck, pressing gently. "That's all I want..."
"Zexion, stop. This isn't you." Axel took hold of Zexion's wrist and tried to push it away. Zexion tensed at the touch, and pressed a little harder to keep it in place. "Did you take you meds this morning?"
Zexion scowled. "I don't need those. I'm fine. I was always fine. But you and those doctors shoved that medication down my throat." Anger flooded his eyes, he was okay. There was nothing wrong with him.
Axel raised his hand weakly to Zexion's shoulder. "You do hun. You are not in a safe state. The medication keeps you sane." Zexion ignored him. He didn't care.
"But you don't seem to understand that I hate it. I hate everything you've put me through!" He yelled. Axel's gaze turned sad. This wasn't how he wanted anything. He was growing pale fast, the blood rushing out of the wound in waves, covering the both of them.
"I've done everything because I love you." He whispered, just loud enough for Zexion to hear. Tears entered the younger man's eyes. This was taking longer, and hurting more then it was meant to.
"And I'm doing this because I love you." Axel's eyes widened as he felt the pressure on the blade increase.
"Zexion, no-" But it was too late, the knife was pulled along the redheads neck, and he was cut off. Zexion's breathing began to race and he dropped the knife. He stood up up stumbled back. Axel started clawing at his throat weakly, trying to get air.
"A-axel. Goodbye Axel. Be happy my love." He mumbled, turning away. Axel let out a cry that made Zexion jump, then there was silence. Zexion looked back for a moment, and regretted it. Axel lay still on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. Tears began racing down his face, no longer able hold them in. He had just killed his lover, how could he not cry? He turned away one final time. "Goodbye..." And he walked back into the darkness.