Title: Killers

Pairing: Nalu

Genre: Humour(?)

I trudge past the thick trunks of towering trees, my black boots crunching the withered leaves that lay on the moist forest ground. The breaths I take are heavy and the muscles in my arms ache from pulling the dead weight with me. My gloved fingers clench around the lifeless mans collar and heave him along with me. Cherry blood has spilled out of his open throat and stained his white long sleeved t-shirt and his face would not be recognised as human if it were torn from his body. I grimace and pause to wipe the stray tears that still seem to be streaming down my face. My body is shaking from fear, and paranoia is making itself a home in my mind. The panic that I managed to suppress for sometime is building up again and my heart is beating wildly in my chest.

I look at the ground as my exhausted body reaches the top of the steep hill, the moonlight slightly illuminating my surroundings. I drop the body as I hear the sound of something snap. I dart my eyes from the dirt and leaves to the man a few metres away from me with a surprised expression. His jaw has seemed to go slack and his eyes are nearly popping from their sockets, I imagine my expression must be the same. He's hunched over and seems to be carrying a black garbage bag that is full of something that is definitely not garbage. A high-pitched scream leaves my lips and he seems to jolt out of his shocked state. His body launches forward and I wish I had time to run. A hand grasps my wrist and another covered with leather is clamped over my mouth. I begin to thrash about in his hold trying all means to escape but his hold does not loosen.

"Stop movin' would you," he commands and shivers run down my spine. "Get off me," I screech and he releases me. I grab my phone from my jean pocket and dial the police's number. "Don't you dare try anything, I will press call if you even move a muscle."

I turn my phone towards him so he can see that this is not an empty threat but all he does is laugh. "Are you fucking with me?" he asks, "Or are you just an idiot?" I scrunch my brows in confusion and he chuckles while kicking the shoulder of the dead body in front of him with his foot. The shoulder of the dead person that I had murdered.

"Oh," was all I managed to say before he burst out laughing again. His pink hair shines under the moon as he throws his head back and his laugh echoes throughout the forest.

"Shut up!"

He grinned at me and wiped a stray tear from his eye, "Wow, you're a fucking idiot."

I wrote this ages ago and don't even know what's going on anymore...

OH WELL!

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