-grumbles-

dont worry imik *moves away* i just wanted to help her understand blushings a good thing but ok *falls while blood pours out my back*

-blinks- I'm..dude. You're bleeding

*lays still, my eyes close n i stop breathing*

WHY DO I ALWAYS KILL PEOPLE?! GIL I'M CURSED!!!

-steps away from Gil-

*i pound my chest, trying to give myself air* 'thud thud thud'

-holds Gil tight, making her look away-

*coughs up blood*

-tucks her head in my chest- it's okay...it's okay...

-holds her close-

*gets up but falls*

-holds you close, taking you away-

heeeelp meeeeee *i crawl to the door, a knife stuck in my back n gil accidentaly sees me*

-makes her face away, holding her tight against my chest-

-holds her close-

*gil realizes shes standing in a pool of my blood, i stand up, put my hand on the door n fall on it*

Hey, guy- *Sigh* It's pretty much tradition for me to walk in on murder, now, isn't it?

*looks into gils eyes smiles and dies*

-tilts her chin back up and buries her back into me, picking her up, taking her further away-

-wipes away her tears- sh...sh...

*ambulence arrives, sees my cold dead body still staring at gil*

Let's see, the knife is in the back of the lower left chest. Seems to have gone through the lungs, which would explain the breathing issues.

*they see a note written in blood on my arm and read it*

-makes sure she won't look, holding her tight- hey...focus on me, love...right here.

Well, the left lung, not both, of course. There's a cut in a nearly vertical line, meaning that the knife was thrown from a distance.

*Looking at the back, so I don't notice the arm message* The knife impaled at a... 80° to 70° angle to the right, meaning that's where the killer was.

-holds her-

*i fall scaring everyone, and the message is revealed clearly*

Though, wouldn't a murderer aim for the heart, head, or neck, since those cause nearly instant death?

-holds her closer- I've got you

T-Trey. His arm. Something is on it

*reads* 'ur eyes they shine so bright, brighter than the light'

Well, that's disturbing... Wait, was he left handed or right handed?

-holds her close, muttering soothing words in her ear, rubbing her hair-

⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇒⇔

-coos softly in her ear- it's okay...I've got you...you and me...relax...everything is okay...

This is crucial, Imik, what hand did he reach for the door with?

I don't know, Trey! His right? I was too busy worrying about Gilbert. -covers her ears-

*my right hand swings n hits trey in the face...but im still dead?*

If so, then he couldn't have written the message! As you can see, it's written well on his right arm, which means either his left hand is dominant over his right, or he didn't write it.

Ow, wait... what?!?

-holds her-

oops srry *slaps imik even harder than trey*

-rubs cheek- ow!

*Takes 5 steps away from the body* I-I-impossible... He was stabbed in the lung... He suffocated... How is he alive?!

-holds her tight-

-takes her home-

Wait, he slapped us with his right hand. He IS right handed! Well, was... Anyway, that means that he didn't write the message! Besides, he was stabbed in the back, he didn't have blood on his fingers.

-lays her down and gets her some fresh clothes-

*dead body runs after imik, guts falling out but running like its alive! it jumps into the air jumps out of its skin, catches fire, leather cloths appear. i just became the new genoration ghost rider*

-lays beside her, holding her-

What the-?!?

im coming for u imik *punches the ground, my motorcycle appears n roars so loud imik can already hear it clearly*

-eyes snap open-

*Gets steel spear out from behind me* Good thing I took your advice and got an actual weapon, Imik.

-tucks Gil in- -puts my headphones over her ears and leaves my jacket for her- stay here. -kisses her head and rubs outside-

*Runs over to the motorcycle and stabs the back tire* Not getting much speed with that, anymore.

What the heck did I do?!

I think he hates you for appearing to care more about Gil than his death.

I dunno...

Sorry, bro, but my girlfriend is first and foremost.

I'm not blaming you for it, I'm just telling you why he might hate you.

-sighs- why do I always get into these predicaments...?

thts not why i sat there begging for ur help n all u did was watch n now its my turn to watch u suffer

Well, anyway, I decided to take your advice and get an actual weapon. I got a 5 foot long spear with customized iron gauntlets. The palm is made of rubber for a better grip, while the back is plated.

That's good. But I'd like to handle this one, Trey. -steps in front of Dust- okay. Go ahead. You've got one free shot. -spreads arms-

hey trey i hope u watched ur movies cause the ghost rider is imortal except for tht 1 guy n hes dead

Oh, ok. *Steps out of the way* Suit yourself.

*grabs imik by the throat* look into my eyes *forces u to look n u see jr worst nightmare ur eyes burst into flames n u die*

-stays the same- -doesn't die- sorry, dude. Unluckily for you, I've become accustomed to my worst nightmare. Fact is, I'm living it. That won't kill me.

That was your one hit. My turn now. -takes chains and throws them on either side of Dust- -they grab him and tie around a tree forcing dust against it-