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Matt's POV:
! My mind was running in circles over and over again.
I almost felt sick.
I couldn't get the damn image out of my head.
I had fallen asleep almost instantly when my head had touched his shoulder. But now I didn't want to sleep, not with the memory fresh in my mind.
Don't get me wrong, I was definitely thankful for Mello, how he had killed those bastards after what they had done.
But still…
He had been utterly psychotic, killing each of them in a brutal and horrific way I wouldn't even have the creativity or pure hatred to do.
After blowing the fucking brains out of the first guy, he had dropped his gun and taken out his pocket knife, and threw the second to the floor.
He carved him up with malice glinting in his eyes. He made each cut slow, deliberate, and painful.
Blood mixed with blood on the floor.
I hadn't been able to tear my eyes away.
The man had died from either blood loss or pain. I wasn't sure.
He dropped his pocket knife, grabbing an old chain I hadn't seen before, and turned to the third man.
I was terrified as I watched him beat, whip, and suffocate the man with the rusty metal. Blood was everywhere, and all I saw was red, and him, and the corpses.
I had been shaking so badly, I had been worried the room might start moving.
I could hardly believe that this blood thirsty killer was the same person as my loving Mihael who had kissed my cheek moments and taken care of me since we were kids.
But it was.
And yes, I truly had been frightened.
The chain fell to the floor with a clang, and a little splash of crimson rose up. I whimpered softly.
He paused subconsciously for a moment, before taking one last object from a pocket in his leather pants.
A lighter.
The same one he had used to burn together the gunshot wound in my shoulder.
My lighter.
He had kneeled low by the last man, who was sobbing, begging for his life like a true coward. Mello smirked. My heart froze and my breath hitched.
His eyes were cold as ice, filled with hate, malice, blood lust, and pure mercilessness.
!
I would never get those screams out of my head.
Never.
When it had all been over, and each man was dead on the floor, and he had gotten up, surrounded by blood and looking as beautiful as a fallen angel, he threw the weapons on to the couch and picked me up off the ground.
I stared at the bloody corpses until he turned me around and lead me out of the base.
And that leads to where I am now, pretending to still be asleep on him. I had played it off, pretending everything was all right, I even joked about it, in an attempt to reassure both him and me.
But it hadn't worked at all.
Before I knew it we were home, and he picked me up and carried me inside to our room and laid me down under the covers where I had wanted to be for most of this morning, and I found no way to understand that this caring, beautiful, short tempered, quiet boy was the man who had slaughtered the bastards who had tried to kill me.
Yes. They had tried to kill me instead of paying me.
I had counterattacked, fighting my way to the money, and dragging my bloody and broken form to the store to get Mello his present, cause in the end he was all I cared about, but still.
Was it right to have killed them so…..
So….
So cruelly.
And of course I loved him, I always would.
Always have.
I will even after he died.
But that didn't mean for the meantime I wouldn't be as scared as hell of him.
That thought felt impossible to me, that I would ever be scared of my Mello. I quickly crushed that fear.
But the memories still lingered.
Or at least, that was, until I felt him ghost his lips softly over mine, and every thought in my head faded to nothing.
Sweet, sweet blissful nothing.
That tasted like chocolate, smoke, and Mello.
And I realized that this really was my Mello, my Mihael, killing for me like a grim reaper, forever and always, protecting me in one of the many ways that he could, and brushing away the gruesome memories with a kiss.
No matter what he did and who he killed.
He could even kill my X-box.
Really, he could.
But then he'd have to buy me a new one.
Oh well.