"Hey Arthur….Wake up already…This isn't fucking funny…" Red eyes scanned the body that was on the floor, unmoving and a pool of blood forming around the figure, dull green eyes staring at nothing. "Come on Arthur….don't do this….Arthur! Wake up already!" damn it, damn it! How did this happen!? It wasn't his fault! Allen just got a bit mad, an argument with his boyfriend Arthur. It was over something stupid, Arthur couldn't make it a date which they had been planning for a while. Al had a bit of an anger problem and was known to violence but he had never struck out on Arthur before. But…that day he had been in a bad mood already and that sent him over the edge. The yelled and argued until the American snapped, suddenly the idea of hitting Arthur across the face with the vase that was on the counter became such a great and smart thought. The next thing he remembered was seeing Arthur on the ground, broken glass surrounding him and blood staining his beautiful blond, golden hair. The sight of Arthur's lip trembling, tears running down his face, an expression of terror and shock glued to his face sent the tanner man over the edge. He remembered a smile creeping on his face and him laughing before everything became fuzzy. He remembered screaming, crying, feeling himself get kicked and punched. Struggles and clawing, words that Al just heard as some strange distant language. When he finally came back and the world was no longer a dark fuzz he was on his knees, blood covering his hands and body. Arthur on the floor, a knife stuck into his back. He was where he was currently, trying to think that this was some sort of sick joke that he didn't just kill his lover. "Listen I'm sorry for losing my temper it won't happen again so just get up alright!" he yelled out angrily. No response, nothing. No breathing, not a single movement. Allen could feel a pang in his chest and a watery feeling hit his eyes. "Damn it, damn it, fuck fuck fuck Arthur fuck I'm sorry. God I'm sorry, just move. Just do something, anything! God fucking damn it Arthur please!" he shut his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see the scene in front of him anymore, tears were starting to wet his cheeks. An ugly sob escaped his lips. After a few moments he opened up his eyes and looked dully at his lover's body. He slowly reached out and grabbed Arthur. Pulling him closer before ripping out the stained blade that was stuck in his back. He was so limp, his body was stained with blood, cuts and stabs covering his body. "Hey Arthur….I don't believe in god or anything but….you said we were both fuck ups so we can see each other there right? In hell, I mean we're both already smoking hot." He said forcing a weak laugh as he turned his lover so that he was looking at the pale and dead expression he held. Allen leaned down and placed a kiss on the Brit's lips before moving back up. Bringing the knife to his neck he let out a shaky breath and with as much force as he could manage pulled the knife. Breathing became impossible and his body immediately began to panic, sputtering out only to get blood filling his throat. It didn't take long but it was enough for him to know what dying felt like. Slowly though his body gave up and he felt weak. Light headed and numb as he lost the ability to move anymore; his body falling onto his Brit's. The last thing he noticed before he plunged into darkness and nothingness was the taste of blood on his tongue and how cold he felt. /p