“You have to choose one of us,” the blonde-haired girl commanded, deathly glaring at the boy.
“Which one, though,” the white-haired girl deadpanned, also glaring at the boy.
“Y-you have to give me time to think,” the boy said, wondering which decision would invoke the lesser wrath.
“No time!” The blonde was getting furious now.
“Yep, no time at all~,” the white-haired girl sung, putting on a guise of cheerfulness.
“Okay… um, okay…” The boy was sweating bullets now. But then, he felt something. Not this again, he thought, Why now?! His blood began to boil. His hands clenched into fists. One of his fists landed upon the right side of the blonde’s face. The boy’s left foot ended in the white-haired girl’s gut.
“M-Mark?” the blonde asked, her voice quivering, “Mark? Mark! Why?! Please don’t!” Her screaming continued while the boy beat her to death.
“Mark?! What’s wrong with you?!” the white-haired girl questioned, screaming her lungs out. Her lungs were removed, though, after the boy tore her apart into literal pieces.
No, neither, none. That would be the answer for all of eternity, until the thing that possessed the boy decided it was enough. Yes, his own answer would also be no. Of course, in order to support his answer he would have to act. Or rather, the thing would have to act. It was helping him.
The boy would yell into the air, throwing curses everywhere, letting out his rage that was created the moment the thing first killed his family. This cycle would possibly never end.
The only phrase the thing would remind the boy of was: “Oh yes, love is hell.”977Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu5yUwWfMvJ
