Mika and Deter restrained Dedrus.
CHEW! Went a stairwell door as it opened a few yards from them.
“Kinzer!” a voice exclaimed.
Kinzer didn't look up. He couldn't look into his enemy’s eyes. All his rage. All his hate. And yet, what could he do with it now that he was powerless?
Footsteps crept up to him.
“What's the matter? You aren't still mad about that whole me killing your boyfriend thing, are you?”
That day ravaged Kinzer’s thoughts.
Janka had crawled across the concrete, his limp legs dragging behind, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.
He leaned in to Kinzer, blood shimmering in the whites of his blue eyes.
Kinzer's vision blurred as tears rushed down his face.
Janka coughed. Blood flooded out of his mouth and slid down his chin.
“I…” he said, struggling to speak, “love…you.”
“I love…” Kinzer fought to say through tears.
A sword, Kinzer's sword, wrapped around Janka's neck and slipped across his flesh.
A river of blood pooled onto the floor.
“No!” Kinzer wailed.
Janka collapsed into a puddle of his own blood.
Veylo stood over him, wiping his finger across Kinzer's blade, across Janka's blood.
Kinzer drowned in a fit of tears. He tried to reach down and hold his lover, but the chains held him back.
“I'm so sorry,” Veylo said. “But this is the price you pay when you mess with the Raze.”
He stepped around Kinzer, alongside Deter, and raised the sword.
SLASH!
Kinzer tried to scream, but it caught in his throat.
Mika released the bone of his wing. It dropped to the floor just as quickly as Janka.
Another quick slash and what remained of his wings, his gifts, joined the other.
Deter unlocked his cuffs, freeing Kinzer's wrists. He collapsed on top of his now-deceased lover, his tears collecting in Janka's immortal blood.
Veylo traipsed around him.
“Oh, Kinzer,” he had said as he‘d stood over him, still wielding Kinzer's sword. “You think you’re suffering now?”
Kinzer used the pain and horror as he leapt to his feet, ready to tear Veylo in two. But just as quickly, Craetis had his arms.
Veylo was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a matching bow tie. The bangs that usually dropped below his nose were combed to the side. His shoulder-length hair curled sharply around his neck. The garage lighting reached back into his deep sockets and sparkled across his pupils.
