Hey guys. I got low last night (at around 4 ish am) so I wrote this, which is how it's supposed to be. Guys cry too which is why I wrote Crycest, because it was all I could think of. School's starting on the eight and that might inspire more of these...you know so I don't end up in jail for murdering classmates. Well enjoy.
I'm Sorry Cry
I looked over at my masked companion. He was currently editing a video. Both of us were in a bad mood, Virus had decided to fuck around while Cry was recording. Honestly I couldn't stand him and I hated seeing Cry to worked up. Sure, his face was hidden by his mask but I could see his body and it was tense. He was gripping the mouse so tightly that his knuckles were white. My own mask was perched on top of my head as I watched Cry work. I was sitting on the bed, ankles crossed, one arm across my legs, hand holding my elbow. My chin was resting in my other hand. As I watched Cry took off his mask and rubbed his temples. Because of Virus it was taking him twice as long to edit. I got up and walked over to him, feeling the other man tense up even more as I placed my hands on his shoulders. Slowly he relaxed, melting into my hands as I massaged his shoulders and neck. I kept my touch gentle even though I was filled with rage towards the other copy of Cry.
"Mad, as much as I'm enjoying this, you should go," Cry said and I closed my eyes at the sound of his voice.
"Are you alright?" I asked, I knew he was right.
Cry nodded and I leaned down to kiss him on the lips as softly as I could. I left the room somewhat reluctantly and then the house entirely, pulling my mask down as I shut the door. I locked it and then walked away. I pulled my hand up and shoved my hands in my pockets. Slowly I let my anger boil over as I roamed the streets looking for any victims. It was pretty dark out, it was close to being two am. I wondered if my boyfriend would wait for me to return before calling it a night or if he'd fall asleep after or while editing. I found myself forcing the thought of being in bed with Cry, him sound asleep and in my arms, out of my mind as I spotted a victim.
xXx Crycest xXx
I found myself laughing as I looked at the mutilated of my four victims. I had imagined they were Virus, poor things. My "killing mood" as Cry called it, was slowly fading away so I dragged all four of them into an abandon warehouse nearby. I scouted around and luckily I found some flammable liquid. I walked back and poured the entire contents of the bottle on and around the small pile of bodies. I pulled out my matchbox that I kept on me at all times because I never knew when I needed to burn evidence of any time. I took out a match and lit it, throwing it on the bodies. I laughed again as the flames feasted and danced. My joy was short lived when I heard footsteps over the sound of cackling flames. I tilted my head to hear them better. I walked carefully to a pile of crates. I listened to them getting louder. I jumped out when they were close enough, knife at the ready. I realized what I was doing too late when I saw Cry raise his arms to try and defend himself. When I heard him cry out as the knife sunk into his chest, barely missing his heart cracks formed in my own heart. He seemed to fall in slow motion yet I still caught him just before he hit the floor.
"Cry honey, no," I whispered, pressing a hand to his wound, holding him close to my chest.
Warm blood seeped through my fingers but I didn't enjoy it like I usually did. I loathed the feeling in that moment. I rocked back and forth, soothing his hair with my non bloody hand and whispering utter nonsense.
"I have to call an ambulance," I said frantically.
"Mad no, you'd get caught," Cry said, his voice still sounded so beautiful even as he was dying but weaker than usual.
My dying angel.
"I don't want you to die," I said hopelessly.
Cry didn't speak. He raised a hand and took off my mask. I kissed his forehead and then his lips. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, tears I only shed for Cry. My love was dying in my arms because of me. No...this was all Virus's fault but I should've checked who was coming instead of attacking blindly.
"You can't die on me baby, please. I'm so sorry, please don't die," I pleaded desperately.
"We'll be okay Mad," but we wouldn't be because he was going to die here in this god forsaken warehouse.
"No, Cry, please let me call an ambulance," I pleaded.
"No Mad, you'd be arrested," Cry said.
I loved how stubborn he could be sometimes but not when it meant he'd die. I sobbed and held him closer. I kept rocking, I was going to lose the only thing I loved more than killing and with him I was losing myself. I was losing the only goodness in my life.
"It's cold Mad," Cry whispered.
We weren't that far from the fire. I sobbed, the cracks in my heart grew larger and soon my heart was going to shatter.
"I'm here, I'm here," I said. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Cry."
Sad. So sad. By the way I kind of forgot the whole Mad = Cry thing while writing but as I typed it up I kind of fixed it up by making Mad call Virus the other copy of Cry. I wasn't fully there mentally but really the only bad thing about the written copy is some of the words are a bit fucked up. I'm also typing these up while listening to a one hour version of nightcore Shatter Me. It's kind of fitting for...well this whole entire series really. I would totally suggest listening to it while reading any of these. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed.
