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Bang! The noise rang out around Cal as he jogged through the halls, blood splatters littering his skin, a holy rebirth, his end just as gory as his beginning. He watched as the bullet hit its mark, a random boy crumbling to the floor. For a moment, Cal saw the boy try to grab his side where the bullet had pierced his skin, shot through his intestines and out the other side, the blood cascading out of it in crimson rivers. He let out a screech as he hit the floor, his legs contorted from the fall.
Cal moved to stand over him, his eyes half lidded like he was barely conscious. His face was scrunched up in terror and white-hot pain. Cal drank in the sight of him, the blood starting to pool around him like a deep elixir he'd been craving his whole life. While the smell of sweat, violence, and exposed muscles was a high, completely indescribable, causing an insatiable head rush. He stared down at the boy, who was pleading with his eyes, desperate that Cal might move on so he could desperately try to cling to life while his blood seeped into the floor. Cal didn't speak as he lifted the gun to his head, pressing it deep into his forehead, his finger twitchy around the trigger as he smirked, his own eyes wild and manic like those of a wild animal that had been held in captivity for far too long, finally broken free from his chains.
He squeezed the trigger and watched as the boy's brains spilt from his head, his skull seemingly collapsing around the impact until he was just a body without a soul. A laugh seemed to bubble inside of him, imagining what the boy's parents would feel upon having to identify their son. Cal forever a demon in their lives who would, long after his own passing, haunt them, exist as a dark shadow swamping their house in misery and carnage. He sadistically hoped that boy was their only child.
He allowed his eyes to linger for a second longer on the boy before growing bored with the sight of his mangled body. His body moved towards the sound of gunfire only a few feet away.
"How many you on?" Cal said, his voice calm yet with an edge of erraticism, he might snap and snarl his words without a moment's notice.
"Five, you?" Andre said through a giddy, distorted laugh as he watched a girl try to crawl away. Her leg was leaking blood and leaving a trail behind her.
"Six," Cal said, his eyes flicking between the girl and Andre as if to say, finish the job.
"What? Wanna see how far she'll get before she gives up!" Andre replied, a smirk on his face as he spoke.
"Andre." Cal snarled, his words definite.
"Fine, whatever you want."
Andre lifted his gun and shot twice around her, causing her to tense up and wail, petrified in fear. More blood was pouring from her wound from where she'd tensed up so suddenly. Andre let out a laugh coming deep from his chest.
Cal had daggers in his eyes as he looked unimpressed at Andre. "We've got shit to do." He half barked, his mind growing agitated, the high from earlier ebbing away. It was like a drug that constantly needed to be pumped into the system, or he'd simply collapse. Like an extreme form of heroin, a taste of Godhood, he was desperate to gorge himself on.
"Fine," Andre growled through gritted teeth, clearly still wanting to toy and play with her, but falling into line at Cal's barking orders. He walked closer to the girl, shooting her once in the side just to hear her scream, his eyes rolling back a small bit from the sound alone, before shooting her point-blank in the head. Her body suddenly fell limp on the ground. He stared at her for a moment, as if admiring a piece of art someone had worked on all their life to create, a masterful representation of his entire existence, all compact into the mangled limbs, broken and splintered bones, and entrails spilling out from the few bodies in the hallway. The sight was Godly, a shared oath sealed in the blood of the lambs, undeserving of the oxygen they'd been able to breathe for too long. They had done a service, the creation of a new world, completely within this school, born from survival and need rather than the laws and ways of the outside.
The two moved as a unit for a moment, their bloodsplattered clothes like uniforms of creation. Cal took his time picking off another two girls who were huddled together under a desk in a classroom. He probably wouldn't have checked in here if it weren't for their sniffling. Funny how their own weakness was the master of their downfall.
"Please don't kill me." One of the girls cried, tears streaming down her face, like a weeping saint. The other girl huddles into her, desperately praying to be anywhere but here.
"Choose." Cal spat. He wasn't normally one to play with his food, preferring to get his highs quickly, but a bit of foreplay wasn't a negative as long as they didn't complain.
"W-what?" The girl stammered, her eyes wide like those of a doe.
"Her…" Cal said, using his gun to point between the two of them. "Or you." His voice mockingly cheery, only adding to the terror swamping the air, creating a musk of fumes keeping Cal intoxicated and drunk.
"Her!" The girl quickly responded, pushing the other girl away from her. Survival instincts kicking in, just like Cal had wavered they would.
Without a second thought, he shot the girl who had given up her friend through the neck, her body slumping back against the wall as blood squirted and spat from her wound, the bullet clearly piercing a main artery, coating her friend in blood.
He leaned down a bit closer to the other girl, who was staring at her friend's corpse in shock. "Wasn't too nice of her, was it?" He asked, aware he was dragging this out now, but unable to let the situation go just yet. The callous nature of his voice, like that of a predator stalking its prey.
She shook her head slowly, as if moving without thought, her mind completely dissociated. Her eyes were unable to leave the sight of her friend's body, or how the blood was slowing down its torrent that had coated both her own body and her friend's. Cal stared for a moment. It was thick and viscous, like a syrup; it sank into the pores of her skin, leaving a mesmerising patchwork of dips and streams, like a valley that had been crying out to be flooded.
He moved his gun up slowly, using the barrel to attempt to stroke some of her hair behind her ear, an action making a mockery of kindness, a soothing motion that was anything but. She didn't even seem to flinch at the cold metal against her bloodstained skin.
Cal rolled his eyes, bored with her seeming indifference. He was tempted to let her live, so someone might recount the events without warping them or mutilating them for their own gain. Besides, maybe the trauma would be a more fulfilling end for the girl, maybe she would succumb to her own hand, or maybe she would be haunted by the simple fact that he had once existed so close to her and yet let her live.
He weighed the options in his brain and slowly pressed the gun to her temple; she didn't even seem to notice. He was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a scream from down the hall that seemed all too familiar.
His head whipped around, the gun lowering from the girl who was still unblinking by her friend's side. Another scream followed, a scream making its finest attempt to cut through the cloud of haze surrounding his mind and keeping him high. He moved from the girls' side and out of the classroom, quickly following the sound of whimpers until he saw Andre standing over someone.
Andre turned around slowly, his gun resting against the figure's forehead from where they were kneeling in front of him. "Cal!" He squealed excitedly, like a child might in the early hours of the morning before Christmas. "I got you a gift!"
Once Cal was close enough to see her face, it was like a knife had cut through his spinal cord, carving upwards until his limbs were weak and his brain was unable to access oxygen, starving his mind and body from the inside out.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He shouted, an erratic desperation coating his voice, the haze of violence and Godhood quickly losing its gravitas. While the power seeped from his bloodstream until he was nothing but the boy from his past, one he had long buried, suddenly resurrected and battling for his soul.
"Cal…?" Rachel whimpered, looking confused and heartbroken through tearstained cheeks. Her neck was red with marks, like she'd been manhandled and strangled, a strange sight for a war only fought with weaponry and not through savage means. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice shaking as he'd never heard it before; it was the first time he'd ever been privy to hearing such quivering fear from her.
Cal couldn't answer; all he could do was stand there, unable to look away from her and the marks coating her neck. She was never supposed to be involved; she was better than him, better than both of them. He felt the grip on his gun loosen as he stared down, his own tears starting to prick at his eyes.
Andre, clearly unhappy with the reaction, trailed his own gun down her face until it was firm against her cheek and threatening her mouth. It could have been sexual if not so haunting. "Tell her, Cal, clearly she wanted to know." He spoke with venom in his words, like he was finally the executioner for the ultimate wrong. Like this was what he'd been craving for his entire existence, the perfect bond between the two being made in real time.
Cal wanted to speak, wanted to do anything, but just like the girl he'd left in the classroom, he was utterly transfixed, unable to force his brain to form any thoughts, struggling desperately even to push air from his lungs and welcome more.
"Fucking tell her!" Andre sketched, his voice like that of a banshee cry, cutting through the air and searing his thoughts as he stared at Rachel's eyes, a million thoughts racing between the two of them at once, as if both were seeing each other for the first time again, desprate to figure out what had gone wrong, how could it have gone this wrong?
Cal attempted to start speaking, but before he even could, Rachel's words cut through the sweltering, searing hot pain running through his veins. "Cal..? What are you doing?" She looked between him and the gun, now only loosely held in his grip. Some part of her must have been aware, aware he was just as responsible as Andre, the demon she had painted in her mind of him, when Cal was just as forsaken. Maybe she had known for a while now, unable to fully process it, unable to accept it, batting away the thoughts whenever they occurred as she might somehow save herself from the reality of this very moment. Her eyes were lost in the pain of what was happening, as her mind had finally accepted it wasn't an illusion or trick of the light, but that Cal was flesh and blood. "He…He forced you, too, right?" Her voice was so timid as she spoke.
In the blink of an eye, Andre moved, the butt of his gun coming down to hit her across the face, causing her to scream in pain as she collapsed slightly, spitting out blood as she did. When she looked back up, it was already clear an ugly bruise would form on that spot, that is, if the bone hadn't shattered completely.
Andre fidgeted erratically, his movements charged and feral, like a dog wanting so desperately to attack but just about holding back for the sake of its master. "How fucking dare you?!" He spat, forcing his gun deeper into the flesh of her shoulder now. "You think you know him? You don't know anything about him. This is who he is. Not some pet you decided to keep around to make you feel good!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Rachel screamed back, mustering up the last of her strength and refusing to back down even in the face of death itself.
"Fucking tell her, Cal!" Andre snapped, his eyes darting wildly between the two; like he might just shoot her himself if Cal didn't say anything.
Cal finally managed to kick his brain back into gear and be present for the horrific scene unfolding around him. "He's not lying, Rachel." He admitted, his voice sounding slightly worn down and weak for the first time today. "There, you happy?" He added, turning his attention back to Andre, who looked far from done.
He moved away from Rachel slowly, giving her a look that if she tried anything, he wouldn't hesitate. He moved around to Cal, one hand on his waist while still holding his own gun, while the other slowly slivered down to grasp Cal's hand, which was now lightly shaking and wrap it tighter around his gun. He rested his head on Cal's shoulder, his movements intimate and intoxicating in a way Cal wanted to fall into, to let himself be utterly consumed by Andre's entire essence until he could no longer differentiate where he stopped and Andre began. Two souls become one in holy union while bathed in their creation.
Andre slowly lifted Cal's gun, his fingers still wrapped firmly around Cal's hand so he couldn't drop it, not that he wanted to, his entire soul submitting to the rot that had grown in his heart and consumed him. He leaned back a small amount, his back hitting Andre's chest. The warmth seeping into his skin and nesting its roots in his bones, his muscles contracting while his blood pumped around his being, as nausea ripped through him. The scent of death never stronger as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he swore he could hear Andre softly shushing him, as a mother may do to their child, a surrender of his soul, offering it up on a plate for Andre to gorge and consume as he felt his lips on his neck, the headrush leagues above any artificial ecstasy. And for two piercing seconds, all that existed in the world was the feeling of Andre's lips on his neck, the heat on his back, the cool metal against the pads of his fingers, and Rachel's baited, shallow breaths.
A piercing bang shot through the hallway, jolting Cal out of his high and causing his body to straighten up, his eyes shooting open and scanning the room in desperate hope. Somehow, through the luck of God himself, Andre had missed, clearly being too wrapped up in his own high to focus on aiming the gun correctly.
Cal quickly tore himself away from the other's grip, his own gun half forgotten in his hands now as he went to desperately try and pick Rachel up off the ground. He felt how she shuddered in his arms, but it was over before it had started, as she shoved him off of her like his very touch had set her skin alight. Cal stumbled back slightly, hitting Andre's own gun that was now pointing directly into his back. The one moment of power he thought he would achieve in this wrecked life, the one day he was born for and ascended to Godhood, only to be cast down by the very being who had lifted him up.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Andre hissed, his breath hot against Cal's skin in a way that felt toxic in its heat, as if aiming to scar and mame his flesh.
"Andre, please, anyone, anyone else…" The words fell from his mouth in a begging tone; he sounded pathetic, broken down in a way that made him a stranger to himself. Andre's gaze pierced into him as if seeing every weakness Cal had tried desperately to hide for so long, evaluating each and every one, tearing him down with looks alone, inch by inch. In the mists of the chaos, Rachel had started to desperately clamber away, her feet taking her as fast as they could despite the pain coursing through her body.
Andre's gaze ripped away from Cal's, as if pinpointing her moving body, desperately trying to escape. He dug the gun into Cal's back as they watched her desperately try to keep herself moving down the long, unending hallway. As they watched, Andre's breath returned to Cal's neck, his being softening with the action of acceptance, his brain returning to the soft haze of knowledge that Andre hadn't rejected him for his actions, he was still loved, he was still a God.
"Shoot her." Andre's breath was warm against his ear as they watched Rachel, the cold press of the gun into his skin only adding to the rising adrenaline as he heard his own blood pumping through him.
"I know you won't kill me," Cal replied, his words coming out in more of a breathy moan than a whisper.
"No…" Andre started, the cold barrel of the gun, becoming a welcome sensation against Cal, no longer feeling the sharp bite as threatening. "But you'll do it." The phrase was more loaded than the gun against him. A demon calling in its pact and collecting the souls of the damned. He didn't have to threaten or state the obvious; it was all buried within his tone and those four words that would forever be seared into his very being, as if his flesh had been branded with kisses and sensual words, like honey in his blood.
Cal's mind fell quiet as he lifted his gun, his hands alone holding its weight. He watched as Rachel stumbled, looking back just once as Cal lined up the shot. He saw the horror etched on her face, the sight of absolute betrayal as she finally accepted the agonising truth she hoped would never come to pass. One last pleading look shot Cal's way, a desperate attempt to reach the boy she'd befriended all those years ago, the quiet, sensitive, sweet boy who had existed as a ghost story woven through Cal's own life. As his grip squeezed around the trigger, Rachel's silent pleas fell flat; the last thing he ever saw on her face was the undeniable horror of who he was, and as the bullet connected with its target, Cal had never felt more alive.
Her yelp in pain was cut off halfway through, creating an eerie sound that seemed to lunge down the hallway and echo around them. They drank it in like it was their own personal poison.
Time itself seemed to slow as they watched her corpse twitch and bleed, a sight almost holy. Andre was unable to rip his gaze away, his entire being hungry for the flesh he had wanted to destroy for so long. Her once chocolate-brown hair was now stained with blood splatters while her eyes were ghostly, lost of any colour they once possessed. Every step the two took towards the body seemed to take hours, as if they had fundamentally shattered every known element and created something new and divine in its place.
Finally, they stood next to her corpse. Andre's breathing was ragged like that of a creature possessed, Cal's own mind silent in sin. He had made his choice; he'd made it long ago, he was always going to forsake her in the name of love. Cal, ever so slowly, tipped his head, as if to examine her, like a child might to roadkill, his own features glazed over, in a mix of power, devotion and terror for his own wildly collapsing soul. He didn't even notice Andre reaching into his backpack for a large blade.
"Here." Andre's voice was soft and gentle as he held the handle of the blade to Cal, and somehow Cal knew exactly what he meant. As if their souls had merged and contorted into one.
Cal slowly took the blade, his hands surprisingly still as he moved. His actions were fluid as if guided by a force greater than himself as he cut into Andre's exposed skin, leaving a large gash across his forearm. Andre hissed in pain, Cal drinking in the sound, having to physically hold himself back from his desperate want to wildly stab at him until his knees buckled and he was no more.
He cut until blood was coating the knife and had dripped onto the tips of his fingers. Finally letting up and slowly handing the blade to Andre, a test born in the holiest of ritual sights. Andre moved with kindness as he grasped the handle, lightly taking hold of Cal's wrist before violently stabbing the blade into Cal's forearm, tearing the skin away from his muscle and bone, stopping just before the wrists. The blood gushed over the blade, coating Andre's hand and the body below. Cal wasn't even sure if he'd made a noise from the pain that was clawing through him, the air too alive to know much of anything other than this. Maybe this was all there ever was? Born reliving this moment over and over again until he'd was drunk on his own divinity.
With slowness, Andre withdrew the blade and tossed it onto the floor. It had served its purpose, just like they had. He kept hold of Cal's wrist, the same kindness in his grip as he moved their forearms together. Their blood mixing together in a way that felt beyond the divine, a type of pleasure and power unattainable to all but them. It seared his flesh and tendons, but as he looked at Andre, the soft, beautiful smile on his face was like that of a saint; the pain ebbed away to pleasure. A ritual upon high.
Without warning, Andre was on him, and Cal was backed against the wall. Andre's hands trailed up his shirt as their lips connected, desperately trying to feast on the other. Both had dropped their guns at some point, as Cal's own hands quickly found Andre's hair, gripping and yanking it desperately as their teeth bit down hard enough to draw blood from the other's lips. Cal let out a desperate groan in pleasure.
"Fuck, Andre, please," Cal begged, his forearm still bleeding into Andre's hair and rolling down the side of his face, painting him in elegance.
"Please, what?" Andre hissed, his hands clawing at Cal's back, desperately attempting to break the skin.
"I need you." Cal whimpered, sounding desperate, like Andre's hot touch was the only thing keeping him tethered to any sense of reality. "I need you so fucking badly." He repeated his cries as he yanked hard at Andre's hair, his other hand coming to press down around Andre's neck, causing momentary lapses in his breathing.
"I'm yours," Andre spoke like it was a prayer. "I'm yours forever now." His words were breathy and intoxicating as his eyes rolled back from the lack of oxygen. His own blood coats Cal's skin in an attempt to claim soul and body.
They broke apart from kissing for just a moment long enough for Andre to yank Cal's shirt off over his head. He took a moment, examining how his blood had painted Cal's pale, ghostly flesh in dark crimson. "You look divine." He said it like he'd never seen Cal exposed before, like this was true matrimony. He took a moment longer, letting his eyes feast on their shared blood pact before he couldn't resist anymore. He moved so quickly, pinning Cal's wrists above his head with an achingly tight grip. His nails digging into skin, causing part of the wound to open back up from where it'd clotted, fresh blood cascading down Andre's arm as his lips bit down hard on Cal's collarbones and shoulders. He left mark after mark in his wake, as Cal squirmed against him, growing achingly hard below the other.
Cal let out desperate, muffled moans and whimpers, biting down on his own lips so as not to alert anyone still in the building to the goings on. Andre carried on his biting and nipping until he reached Cal's waistband, his own hands leaving Cal's wrist to trail down the sides of his body, his nails scratching the skin. He made quick work of pulling down Cal's trousers along with his boxers, now on his knees just like Rachel had been.
Cal groaned from the feeling of the cold air against his cock, his head tipping back and digging into the wall, before slowly looking down at where Andre was gazing up at him, like worshipping a God. An idea entered Cal's brain at the last moment. "Wait," Cal spoke, surprised by how commanding and biting his own voice was.
Andre did as he was told, not moving an inch, as if completely possessed by Cal's words alone. Cal's eyes searched the floor before landing on what he needed a few feet away, right next to the body. He moved without care, as if he were an unthinking, unfeeling being, as he grabbed his gun off the floor, taking his time walking back over. He saw how Andre's eyes lit up with want and desperate need.
Cal leaned back against the wall in front of his lover and raised the gun to Andre's forehead, pressing the metal in deep. Cal's eyes were eerily calm and otherworldly as they slowly inspected his own gun, making sure the safety was firmly off still. The noise of it flicking on and off again, causing Andre's eyes to roll back in desperation, his own thighs rubbing together a small bit in a desperate want to satisfy his own growing erection.
"Continue," Cal ordered, digging the cold barrel of the gun into Andre's skin, as he watched Andre slowly start to kitten lick his cock. The pleasure was already immense and all-consuming. "Fuckkk." He groaned, his head suconciously hitting back hard against the wall, as Andre wasted no time starting to take him inch by inch, his tongue swirling around it and licking off the pre-cum already starting to drip from the tip.
Cal desperately tried to keep the gun steady, causing it to dig deep into Andre's forehead as he moved back and forth, while Cal's other hand managed to tangle back in Andre's hair, his need growing. He started as gently as he could, just using his grip to guide Andre's head up and down, but still allowing room for movement. But within a few moments, his grip had tightened, his hand now forcing Andre up and down, while his hips thrusted into his throat, fucking him wildly, no care given to his mouth or throat.
"Fuck, I'm getting fucking close," Cal said, his grip twitching around the trigger as Andre groaned around his cock. Cal's eyes rolled back as his grip around Andre's hair became iron-tight, as he forced the other all the way down on him, holding him there for a long while, feeling his tongue working around him as he fucked his throat brutally. He felt Andre's nails desperately clawing at his thighs, begging for air, but Cal was too close to stop. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He snarled out in broken groans. Holding Andre down as he felt himself tip over the edge, his head lulling to the side, and through his half-lidded gaze, all he could see was her body, the blood, the beauty, their ritual of Godhood made manifest. He came hard down Andre's throat, still holding him down to ensure he would take it all without quarm.
Finally, once he was done, he released his grip, and Andre quickly moved to pull his head away, gasping for air and coughing slightly. His body twitched slightly, but neither spoke, a deep, heavy silence existing between the two. Andre moved to his feet, violently tossing Cal around so his chest was pressed against the wall with a level of force he would never have been able to escape. Andre's hands only left his body to take off his own pants and boxers, before moving to cage Cal in again.
"Give me that." He spat, easily taking the gun from Cal's loose grip. "You move a fucking inch, and I swear to God I'll blow your brains out." Andre snarled. The threat was empty, of course it was, but it added to the dense energy swirling around them. A knowing that Andre was his and he was Andre's. In mind, body and soul, they had completely succumbed to the other God.
He moved his hand around from Cal's back to his mouth, forcing two of his fingers into it, swirling them around and forcing Cal to suck them until they were sufficiently wet. He moved without care, inserting one into Cal and pumping it quickly in and out of him, while Cal let out ragged moans that seemed to be summoned from his very soul. "Good boy." Andre purred as he kissed Cal's neck gently, before pushing the other finger in, starting to stretch him out in a way that made Cal claw at the wall in desperation.
"Please, fucking please…!" Cal moaned deeply, the words flowing without thought, simply running on animalistic instincts. "Please fuck me, I'll do anything!" Cal continued as Andre's fingers moved faster inside of him.
Finally, after what felt like hours of this, Andre pulled his fingers out, spitting on his hand, jerking himself off a few times, his own cock now slick with spit as he pushed it inside Cal with a guttural groan.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby." Andre purred as he pushed in inch by inch. Cal normally needed time before attempting to take it all at once; the pain was still hissing through his gut, but for once, he welcomed it completely, as if needing it just as much as the pleasure.
After a moment or so, Andre was fully buried within Cal; his normal kindness of waiting for him to adjust was left behind as he sharply thrust back out and in, making Cal scream in pain. "That's what you fucking get for making me choke on your cock for so long." Andre hissed, his voice venomous in a way that drove Cal close to madness, as he continued ruthlessly fucking into him, chasing his own pleasure regardless of Cal's suffering.
But as Andre buckled up again, he buried himself in such a way that made Cal desperately cry out in pleasure, the feeling overwhelming and flooding his system, completely losing himself in divinity. "Fuck fuck, just like that, fuck don't stop!" Cal cried, feeling himself growing hard again.
Andre bit down hard into Cal's flesh as he continued, pre-cum dripping from his tip deep inside Cal, as his speed increased, desperate to chase more cries and pleas from Cal's throat. "Fuck, you gonna cum again?" Andre snarled, biting down hard on Cal's shoulder, eliciting another strangled cry of pleasure and pain from him.
"Please.." Cal begged desperately, already feeling himself growing close again as Andre sped up his movements, driven on by a high that felt like a fever.
"Yeah? You can fucking cum again when I do. Sound good slut?"
"Mhmhm." Cal whimpered.
"Good boy." Andre purred as his nails raked down Cal's back and drew small pinpricks of blood, accompanying their already heavy blood loss. He continued his barrage until he felt himself on the edge. "Fuck I'm gonna cum soon." He moaned out, his free hand moving from Cal's back to wrap around his cock, pumping him at the speed of his thrusts, forcing him so close to the edge.
"Fuck fuck fuck, Andre fuck." Cal cried as he spilt over Andre's hand, his cum mixing with his blood and open wound. At the same time, Andre came hard, forcing his cock deep inside Cal as it rushed out of him. The high that accompanied their orgasm was like nothing the two had ever shared, gory and messy and beautiful in its sheer white-hot pain.
The gun hung loosely in his grip, half forgotten, as the two stood there silently, panting against each other. The ritual, the blood pacts, all of it complete in a way that had tipped past Godhood and into something unknowable.
Andre audibly swallowed, slowly coming down from his high and finally feeling just how damaged his arm truly was. He moved out of Cal and pulled up his own clothes from around his ankles, staring at his festering wound as he did. Cal did the same, slowly leaning down as much as his body would allow, his eyes empty, like he'd lost his ability to process what was real and what was a creation of their own hubris.
Neither spoke as they both let their both leaned against the wall, slumping down to the ground. Cal looked over at Rachel's body one last time, no signs of empathy on his face, before he moved to rest his head against Andre's shoulder.
"Godhood," Andre mumbled.
"Truly." Cal agreed, his voice hoarse, the blood loss starting to make him feel woozy, as the sounds of sirens echoed close by.
Andre leaned over as much as he could to grab the other gun, pulling it close to him. They both knew this was the end; there was never another way out, they had been destined for this since the beginning. Their souls bound together from birth, now solidified into one whole through their animalistic impulses and meticulous planning. Neither was scared, both knowing wholly they would see each other again.
"I love you," Cal spoke, his voice like a prayer on the highest degree as he gripped his gun closer.
Andre let the words wash over him, their warmth embracing like deaths kiss. "I love you too." He muttered back, and for the first time in his life, the world seemed to stop, peace finally found in the embrace of his lover as the inky blackness welcomed him, granting just enough strength to lift the gun to his chin, watching his angel do the same. Finally, they let the cold metal consume them both whole.