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Fritz stared cold, his dark coal pupils as wide as saucers. His lips were etched into a frown with an expression like a gravestone. His eyebrows knitted together like a puzzle complete as his gaze began to wander. The blacks of his soul flickered, a dark spark of joy illuminating them. It grew more and more as he looked around.
To the floor, Fritz knelt down and picked up the pistol. He popped open the revolver with a click and looked inside. It was empty, devoid of anything but air. The dark spark grew more vibrant as his gaze shot instantaneously away from the weapon. He turned to face the other, whipping his head around so fast in an inhuman fashion.
The other looked to Fritz, up and down with a trembling and harsh gaze. Their lips shivered with fear, a plea forming like a cancer in their throat. They shut their eyes, squeezing and screwing them tight like lungs retracting. Whispers fell from their lips like a ghost, pleas of promises never kept. And please to whatever God above was watching.
Fritz dropped the gun, the structured metal clattering to the ground. The sound echoed within the confines of the dark room, lit by a singular neon sign that held on for dear life to not fade out. The absence of sound that followed was suffocating with the replacement of gentle footsteps. The thumps sounded so mufflingly soft, like fairies dancing. But without the tranquility blessed upon the Earth.
“Come here.”
Fritz’s voice shattered the silence like a glass plate. The softness of his voice, the German accent felt so bitter and hollow with everything else. His footsteps only grew more and more closer, like a parasite finally eating away at its host’s brain. He repeated his tune, using the same tone which made the other wish to vomit. It sounded so sweet, so innocent like a shepherd's lamb.
Fritz approached the other at long last, his taller figure looming above. His gaze was all the more menacing with a shadow casted. His hand reached out and gripped onto their arm, a force of pure steel. His fingers dug into the length, almost determined to mangle and maim. He still stared hard and cold, the dark joy finding its final lightning.
The other attempted reason, to give a purpose of freedom to Fritz. To change his mind and convince him. To extinguish the growing inferno in his soul. And did so through screams and cries and snot and tears. All of which did naught.
Fritz moved his iron grip to the other’s wrist, pain encroaching in their veins and nerves and senses. His gaze still held emptiness however, with a slight tenderness. He raised his other hand to their face, the bloodied palm making contact with pure, untainted flesh. The other quietly pleaded but doing nothing to preventing it. It felt so wrong, so impure, the moment in time.
“It’s alright, you’re going to be alright now that I’m here.”
Fritz said with such a delicate, heart wrenching endearment. The other immediately broke down into an elongated wail. Hot, wet tears streamed down their face, entangling and mixing with the pooling crimson blood. Their face erupted into more and more tears. And more and more strained, horrible cries.
Fritz released their wrist, an act so forbiddingly of mercy. Using his now freed hand, he wrapped the arm around their back and pulled them close. Their bodies pressed together tightly, like any second, death would befall. Cries were met with gentle, pitiful reassurance. And a caress of flesh.
“I’m so glad I managed to find you, I was worried sick."
Fritz pulled the other tighter and closer to his body. His voice still rung whispers of false relief, now with lips close to their ear. He rested his head on their shoulder, bending to accommodate. And the other cried. Cried into his very soul if any remained.
Fritz rubbed circles into the other’s back, cooing like a parent to a child. His eyelids fluttered shut as he held on to their form. A crooked smile crept across his lips as the other’s cries began to die down and soften. Slowly, his tone descended to a shift of a much harsher and shakier voice. Yet, continued to shush and coo, like a melody he knew from the heart.
“I’ll never let you out of my sight, not ever again.”