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Creative Writing: Mitch's Murder

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Scott was... done. Just done. He supposed Mitch noticed the difference over the last few days, but he really couldn't care. He killed... no, helped kill Alex. He tossed his body out of the window and pulled off all his fingernails. He even held the poor bastard's mouth open as Mitch ripped out all of his teeth. Scott released a bitter laugh and lowered his head, avoiding his reflection with an even more bitter grin. He assisted in a murder.

The blond's mind went back to the news he listened to the day after Alex's death. How many days ago was that? Four? Six? He remembered freezing as he saw his ex-crushes face flash across the screen, along with the grim face of the newscaster. "The body of Alexander Kirk, an employee at the local Quik-Mart, …show more content…

He was willing to bet a million dollars that the bruises littering his face looked much more prominent now. He probably looked half-dead. His thoughts began to drift, something that was happening much more often recently. What would Kirstie do when she realized Mitch was a serial killer? What would Jeremy do when he realized his instincts had been right? What would they do when they realized their lack of care was what killed Scott. Would they feel guilty?

He was suddenly yanked from his thoughts when Mitch stopped, his hand tightening around Scott's. He heard a quiet thud that reminded him of Alex's body hitting the floor. "Hi... Kirstie was it?" Mitch asked sweetly. The name made Scott's eyes open slowly and he blinked, somewhat startled.

Kirstie was looking at Scott, a hand over her mouth. "Scott?" Her hand slowly lowered. Scott's eyes flickered down to the fallen bag beside her feet and he followed the journey of a lost apple as it rolled into the street, immediately being crushed by a car. He flinched and looked back at the tiny blonde. Wait, she had silver hair now. Huh. "Oh my god, Scott. Are you okay? I know you heard the news about..." she hesitated before forcing the name out. …show more content…

Make it quick." A tiny part of Scott broke at his words and he nodded, sucking on his fingers before slipping one into Mitch's hole. Immediately, he felt Mitch tense and he waited, not sure if he was about to get a foot in the face or not. "Continue." Mitch muttered and Scott slowly began to work his finger. As soon as Mitch felt loose enough, he added a second digit.

"Is this alright?" Scott echoed quietly.

"Fine. Just hurry up." Mitch demanded. Quickly, Scott began to work his fingers, stretching Mitch as far as he could with only those two fingers. He figured three fingers would probably get him shot so he got to his feet. Once again, Scott spat in his hand and tried to coat himself with a good amount of saliva, not wanting Mitch to be entirely in pain.

Scott lined himself up with Mitch's hole and slowly pushed in, hissing as he was surrounded by warmth. Mitch gasped, his hole clenching around Scott, causing stars to fly across his eyes. He gulped and continued pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of Mitch. "T-tell me when to move." He

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