(The number of unread messages in my emails is 113... I'm a bit creeped.)
I'M SORRY! THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER I MISLABELLED HAHA.
Thank you to everyone that reviewed, favourite, alerted, ect and the co-author of this single chapter. The finale would be nothing without you, girl. Hell, the story would exist. So someone thank Tina Haha.
I'm a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
B lay in his bed, the night before blurry, very few things clear, details truly gone. However, he was sure of one thing. They did it. Finally. B smiled, he took A's virginity, as he swore he would do; he always said being roommates with the boy would be interesting, but he didn't expect it to go that far.
He slid from the bed, bones creaking and joints cracking as he stretched; he fell asleep awkwardly, that was for sure. B was ravenous, the state of the floor slightly humorous to him. He was so caught up in the achievement of the night before – yes, A's cat ears were his trophy – that he didn't ponder where his new found lover had run off too whilst he was asleep. B was too hungry to care damn it.
He pulled on clothes, checking his watch. It was five, school didn't start for three hours, no one would be awake.
B left the room, padding off to the kitchen.
I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
Left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards
Until I have you
A stared at the accursed twin, unable to believe his eyes. The bathroom was heavy with tension. A heard B leave the room earlier and he prayed he came back soon.
"What're you doing here?" he said, to his double. Only his double was still blonde and he still looked 13.
"Happy to see me, little brother?" he smirked, stepping closer to A.
"No, nonon. Get the fuck out of my head."
His brother grabbed A, pulling him close and hugging him.
"Now now, Alex. Which one of us is the real one?"
A gasped, his thoughts infected with the idea that he was the illusion.
"Get out of my head," A snarled, pushing his brother back, "I got rid of you after you killed her, so go die."
"Original."
"Bite me."
Moonlight walking
I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting
To track you down among the pines
"What're you doing?" a small voice came from behind B, whom was rooting through the kitchen cupboards like a man possessed.
Shit, B thought, Matt.
He spun round, "Getting food, young Matthew."
"Shut up." Matt smiled; standing on the counter next to B and helping him rummage through the cupboard to find something edible.
B eventually gave up, settling for some brandless Jam that was festering near the back.
The two boys sat on the floor, sharing the jam with a spoon and exchanging polite conversation.
"A seems better." Matt said suddenly, smiling, "he was singing on the way to class the other day it was hilarious."
B wouldn't know that, he didn't go to class anymore, not often anyway.
"Yeah." B grinned, his secret bursting out, "I had sex with him."
"What?" Matt exclaimed, "B-but sex is weird. And he's a guy. Why would you do that?"
B smirked, "I'll explain when you're older."
"If you said that you did it with him to Mello he'd kill you," Matt chuckled, gesturing to nothing, "he'd be all like 'Loving boys is a sin and sex before marriage is too and I don't know you're going to hell!'"
B laughed.
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you
Oh, love I'd never hurt you
A rummaged in the box he'd pulled out from under his bed, eventually pulling out the satisfying looking knife that B didn't take away.
"Can't bother me if I'm dead," A smirked, whipping the blade round and grinning at his twin.
"You wouldn't." His twin said as A brushed past him into the bathroom and turned the light on; he was planning on going out anyway, his twin just speeded up the process.
"Oh I would." A said pulling the blade gently across his skin, watching blood well up. The again, deeper, tensing his arm and dragging the blade along, pushing down and ignoring the pain. When he opened his eyes, a satisfying wound was there, a surprisingly wide one. He then continued in that fashion.
"You're an idiot." His brother whispered in his ear.
"Get out of my head." A hissed, continuing.
"Fine." His twin sniffed, settling back, "do it."
"Get out of my head."A mumbled, barely noticing as B entered the room.
"A, are you okay?"
A watched as his twin's face split with a grin, he leapt up, and went to inspect the figure that'd just entered the room.
"Who's this, A?" he cackled, "your boyfriend?"
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD." A screamed, grabbing clumps of his hair in his hands and tugging harshly on it.
"A, are you okay?" B exclaimed, he obviously couldn't see twin.
But I'll grind against your bones
Until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
As A couldn't see B. He turned his head to his right, a look of confusion and tiredness on his face. He lifted his arm, reaching out to touch something that clearly wasn't there.
Before B could react, A plunged the knife into the underside of his arm, cherry lipstick blood immerging in the crevices the knife left behind.
"Get out of my head." he whispered, as B grabbed him and tried to remove the knife, but the damage was already done.
"The fuck?" B asked, panicking like you would in the situation.
"B?" A asked, finally acknowledging his presence...
"Shit A what, I need to get Roge-"
"I love you."
A's body B saw a single tear slid down his cheek. B didn't know if he was crying from the pain, relief, for B or for his sanity. Hell he didn't think even A knew.
"I love you too, but what have you done... shit shit shi-..Wait... A?"
Oh oh oh oh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Oh oh oh oh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood
It's funny how quickly life is snuffed out, the old candle metaphor, broken glass, life is so fragile. However, the worst part is not the death, but it's the pure carnage left behind. Some people deal with death well. Some don't.
Beyond twisted the rope around in his hands, biting his lip absentmindedly and staring at the tiles of the writers bathroom ceiling;
One: it had been three years since A took his own life, without B, and Beyond still stung from grief and betrayal.
Two: the rope was turning his hands red with the harsh wringing. He continued.
Three: He left Wammy's years ago, staying their in time for the funeral; since then he'd seethed and planned.
Four: he was nineteen that day, in a week A would've turned 21.
Five: Believes Bridesmaid was in his bedroom, getting changed for sleep.
Six: Beyond was shaking with anticipation for what he was to do.
Seven: this would surely catch L's attention.
Eight: Beyond stood from his position on the edge of the bath.
Nine: He swiftly and quietly opened the bathroom door, entering the hallway.
Ten: he padded down the hallway, sneaking down the stairs.
Eleven: he made his way directly to Believe Bridesmaid's bedroom.
Twelve: he stood in the hallway for a second, watching the man pull a white shirt on, then he entered, silently sliding up to the man: the rope coiled around Believe Bridesmaid's neck and Beyond tightened his grip continuously, smiling as he did it.
Beyond stepped back as the man went limp, slowly going about the process of carrying the corpse to the bed, removing its shirt and slowly cutting into the corpses exposed flesh.
Thirteen: "I'll see you soon, A," he whispered to himself, manic tears dripping down his face and onto his victims chest, mixing with the blood already there, "real soon..."
Thirteen. One and Three. One and three crammed together make B. B, the boy with bloody eyes and a hole in his heart. Beyond Birthday, the reason for our tale, the reason for the death, the tears and the jam.
Beyond Birthday, living relatives: none. Connections: none. Stability: none.
Entry score: classified. Age: classified. Name: CLASSIFIED. Footnotes:
he has taken a liking to Alternative; watch with caution...
And you bury me
In the ocean floor beneath you
Where they'll never hear us scream
Oh oh oh oh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Oh oh oh oh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood
Gashh it's the end. Hope you enjoyed this story, dusting off my writing a bit; I hope to do more Multi chaps in the future. Thank you everyone.
War,
Adelay.
P.S; the lyrics for this chapter were The Horror Of Our Love by Ludo.
P.P.S; Anyone want to co author something? It sounds fun Haha.
You're a ghost, love
Nightgown flowing
Your body blue and walking
Along the continental shelf
You are a dream among the sharks
Beautiful and terrifying
Living restless
We dance in dark suspension