Secrets written with tainted blood.
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It didn't matter how many times it happen nothing ever changed. Sharpness, pain, even pleasure but still the poison never could get him. Blood for blood he supposed. Gilbert shot everyone of those blood thirst monsters. He killed. Gilbert's heart was of stone and yet...
Yet Gilbert found himself. Tangled in a mess of sheets and lathered in lushes kisses and loving marks. Every bite was a sign Gilbert should go and yet, somehow here he was in those blood red sheets on that plush bed. But still Gilbert never changed.
Oz held Gilbert in his arms and Gilbert cried. "Why doesn't it do nothing to me?!" Gilbert's wails were so sad. How did Elliot get himself in this situation? Gilbert cried as he cleaned the blood off of the floor. He cried as he faked a sick twisted story for the police. He cried when the put Elliot six feet under. Gilbert cried.
"Oz, why don't I ever change?" Gilbert asked, Oz's head pressed to Gilbert's chest. Oz liked it. The way Gilbert's head fluttered when Oz said 'I love you' or if Oz kissed Gilbert on the lips.
"Because Gily, your just fine the way you are." Oz said, the green in his eyes glistened in the moonlight. Gilbert smiled. Gilbert's heart of stone was still beating and that meant the world to Oz.
The beating from a heart of stone...
It had been an accident. A accident that made sense. Gilbert never changed because he couldn't change. All this time no wonder the poison never took him. That night flashed though Gilbert's mind.
"A fight...Elliot..." Gilbert sat there with wide eyes. He dropped his gun on the pavement. The metal making noise as it hit the concrete. Rain pooled at Gilbert's feet. Rain and blood. Innocent blood. Elliot's blood!
The lust in your divine prosperity...
Oz held Gilbert close as Gilbert shook from fear. His own reflection staring back at him. Mirroring the monster in the arms of a true black heart-ed killer. Gilbert seen himself. His eyes were dark like Gilbert had never seen before. Blood stained his hair and his clothing. His porcelain skin felt ice cold and his face was pale. Gilbert could feel Oz placing kisses along his jawline. Gilbert kept his eyes on the glass that showed him how a mess he was. Gilbert could hear the rain worsening.
"Gil, I still love you even if you did kill all those people." Oz said, kissing Gilbert's neck. Gilbert relaxed.
"I am dead..." Gilbert said,in a slight cry. A smile played its way onto Gilbert's soft lips. "So dead!"
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Okay so I know this makes no sense whatsoever. I wrote it at 4AM and let me tell you I have crazy ideas at 4AM.
I hope you guys liked it and thanks for reading it.