Ucciso Dalla Follia
Green eyes stared through a narrow crack of light the Jared door would allow. He could feel the knife in his hand, hoping for it to become crimson.
"Bastardo, get your ass in here!"
"Coming Lovi~!"
"Chi-gi! Stupid bastard."
He could see them through the crack now the Spaniard looking happy, bringing his bags in, and the Italian glaring at him. The glare was empty though, he knew this.
"Lovi, I'm going to put away some of this stuff. Okay my little tomato?"
"Fine, but I'm not waiting for you!"
Now was his chance, or he wouldn't get another one for quite sometime. If he wanted to here them scream it was now or never.
"Hello..."
"WHY ARE YOU HERE YOU BASTARD!"
A slice then a scream.
"Lovi, what going on-?"
A smile.
"Oh Dios mi Lovi! ¿Por qué haces esto-!"
Another cut, a slice, a few more screams.
"Fratello, are you home?"
Then he left, leaving his bloody trail behind.
