forum "You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Started October 03, 2023 by @CaseyJ group

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MIcheal blinks, and then laughs, “You really think he’s yours? He’s mine. And if he’s not mine, he’s no ones.”

"He is mine, and you will soon learn that" Trickster stepped forward, closing the distance between them with his knife pointed at the others throat. "why don't we play a game?"

Micheal tilts his head, lifting his hand and pushing the knife away, “What game?”

"If you can tell me his name, you win, I won't kill you. But. If you are wrong. you die" He grinned.

Micheal looks confused, “It’s Carmen. Why would I not know his name?” He snorts.

Trickster grins wider, "It's not. I win." He twirls his knife. "any last words?"

Micheal stares at him.

Trickster moved quickly, stabbing Micheal in the throat.

He gasps, choking. (I got nothing for him dying, lol)

Trickster removes the knife and continues to stab Micheal repeatedly.

He eventually dies :D

Trickster lets out a satisfied sigh and skips out the door to find Az, still covered in Micheal's blood with his knife.

Az was long gone, having gotten a taxi and then a trip deeper into the city. He needed to go to a salon and get his hair redone. Back to his he normally liked it instead of Carmen’s black roots and blond tips.

Trickster sighed, deciding to wait for Az at his home instead.

After a few hours, Az is back to his normal self, out of the emo look. Regular blue jeans, a plain t-shirt and his hair neatly cropped and plain black.

Trickster had washed most of the blood off, not realizing there was still some on his clothes as he sat on the couch, waiting for Az.

He sighs, pulling the green contacts out, revealing bright blue eyes. He pulls his key out and unlocks the front door. It had been a while since he had been home, for sure. But he was glad to be here. He pushes the door open, walking inside.

Trickster smiles at Az, looking the other over and grins, "I didn't think you could get hotter, but you did" He chuckles.

Az jumps slightly, “What the fuck man!” He throws his keys at the other, scowling and walks to the kitchen.

Trickster just laughs and follows Az, wrapping his arms around the other, "You know you are mine, right?"

Az stiffens, looking at him, “I’m no one’s, Trick.” He sighs softly.

Trickster held him tighter, "no silly, you are mine. If not, youd be dead."

Az swallows, going silent.

"I made sure no one else can claim you as theirs" he nuzzels into Az's shoulder.

Az stares at his hand, “Trick-“