Kyle was just a bonus to along a favour of Misty, though that bonus didn't sit well as she didn't want him around anymore and all you could do was pray that Kyle could stay at the academy now.
"Please Misty your the only one that can help! All we have to do is sew the arm back on!"Zoe pleaded
You were working on securing Kyle to the wall, gently placing chains around his legs.
"Whatever but you missy, are not sewing"Misty walked off
Zoe and Misty began to work on Madison, Zoe pushed on her stomach as Misty chanted, bugs, blood and everything that defined death leaving the stars body.
"Welcome back the the land of the living"Zoe said
She looked at you, waving a gun lightly. She wanted you to kill Kyle and you understood why, looking into his eyes as he realised different bodies were merged with his own, moaning in pain. You took the gun but as you stood in front of him you just couldn't pull that trigger, you couldn't kill him. He cried and moaned knocking it from your hand and pulling it to himself. You didn't know him before this, he said he wasn't like everyone else and when you saw his house you could tell he didn't lie. When you met him nothing littered his skin, but just moments ago he cried over a clover and foot tattoo. You only wished that they didn't place different body parts with his, maybe then he could have had a better chance at living again.
"I'm so sorry Kyle"You sobbed
He put the gun in his mouth.
"I can't let you do that"You collapsed to your knees grabbing the gun and hugging him
He tossed and turned and all you could think of was how rude you were, the undead Kyle Spencer sat in your arms and you couldn't set him free, because you loved him. Kyle stopped tossing as he hugged his hands around you crying.
"I'm so sorry Kyle"-Chapter 9-
Word count: 341
Date Written: 15-10-17

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