Mello was slammed into the wall.
"Owww…Mr. Murderer, that hurt your little assistant." The blonde said with a smirk.
"So? Your nothing. & you haven't proven yourself useful. Maybe I should just get rid of you." The masked murderer mused, running a knife down Mello's chest.
"What? I got you plenty of information & have helped you kill many people."
"Yes, Yes, I know, I know, but that doesn't matter. Your annoying & extremely dependant. Plus I have to buy you chocolate almost every day. I don't like you."
"But…!"
"I'll give you ten seconds to run, it'll be more amusing. But either way…your going to die, useless assistant."
Cold horror filled the leather clad blonde's body as he realized the murderer whom he had apprenticed wanted him dead, & would surely see to it that he was.
Mello took off in a sprint. The masked murderer laughed & followed him & a calm pace. The murderer was about games, preciseness & thought. He would tire himself out if he ran, but if he walked he would have energy when the younger boy did not, & his breathing would surely give him away.
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The blonde hid under a tarp, not knowing what else to do. He was growing weary & had no clue where the murderer might be.
Maybe he gave up, maybe he thinks differently now. He probably wants to say he's sorry but just can't find me. Should I got out here? No, maybe he's just playing me. But he seems so genuine…
Mello's thoughts were cut short by the soft thump of careful boot clad steps on linoleum. The boy attempted to control his breathing… tried to make it nonexistent.
"Useless assistant, where are you? Oh useless assistant, it will only hurt for about an hour. I promise it won't be to sadistic. Useless assistant." The frozen hearted murderer called, walking past the blonde boys hiding place.
The blonde wanted so badly to jump out & hug the man who had given him a home, but he knew that would get him killed. Mello wasn't always the smartest…but he did know death. & it was surely upon him.
The footsteps ended only ten steps from where the young boy was cowering for his life. A sickening laugh that could only belong to a killer filled the cold room.
"You have to be far more cunning than that." The amused killer said, smile apparent through his tone.
Mello got out of his hiding place & started sprinting for the exit. He wasn't even half way there when he felt something cold slide it's way through his back.
He crashed to the floor. Steps headed towards him. A sturdy boot flipped him over. The killer had taken his mask off. He looked down at the dying blonde with a smile.
"Looks won't get you everywhere. Maybe if you were smarter I wouldn't have had to get rid of you."
"I know who you are." Mello spluttered with hardly any breath.
"Too bad no one else will. Bye Miheal."