We've Always Loved The Color RED

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(Just a lil PSA I guess... this is a redo of my most recent chapter because I felt like it lol. Also, the *** is when it changes from the original chapter for those who read it.)

Jimmy allowed his lips to brush up against Gavin's neck, pressing his body up against his. He enjoyed the older man's warmth, knowing that he would be a lifeless corpse soon enough. Then he wouldn't have any warmth to share. He looked up at Gavin, instantly becoming confused. He didn't look scared at all. He wasn't even crying.

"Hey... why aren't you begging for your life right now? I'm about to tear your jugular out!" Jimmy exclaimed, frowning. Gavin returned the frown.

"I'm not scared of you, Casket. I know you're not actually going to kill me." Gavin muttered, smirking. Jimmy raised his knife, pressing it to his neck. He watched in delight as the older man's muscles tensed, despite what he had just said.

"And why do you say that? You can never know for sure..." Jimmy whispered.

"Because you like me too much. Be real with yourself! You don't have any family other than Ghost, you don't have a lover of any sort, and you don't have any friends. Other than me." Gavin told him. Jimmy's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what Gavin had just said to him. He didn't know how to feel.

"... I guess you're right. But you just said that we're friends... or did you mean lovers?" Jimmy giggled jokingly. Gavin's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks turning bright red.

"... w-why do you kill people anyways?" Gavin asked. Jimmy frowned, lowering his knife just a bit. No one had ever asked him that before. That question really made him think, more than he had in a while. His head began to hurt. He snarled, pressing his knife to Gavin's neck once more. Jimmy wanted nothing more than to slide the blade across his throat at this point.

"Stop making me think about myself!" Jimmy growled.

"What's wrong? Are you starting to regret a few things?" Gavin questioned, giving him a little smirk. Jimmy roughly kneed the older man in the gut, causing him to double over in pain.

*** "You'd better shut up before I kill you for real!" Jimmy yelled, balling his fists. For the first time in a while he actually felt angry. He kicked Gavin roughly, smiling when he heard a crack. 

"Damn... you hit really hard." Gavin grumbled. Jimmy took a deep breath, having just enough restraint to keep himself from completely crushing the older mans skull.

"Don't ever ask me that question again. You don't deserve the answer." Jimmy growled. He could see the fear in Gavin's eyes. Jimmy bent down, licking some of the blood from Gavin's cheek. His blood was both sweet and sour. He stood up, putting his foot on Gavin's back pinning him to the ground. 

"Listen. I-I was just curious, Jimmy. I-... I'm sorry I asked." Gavin whispered, clearly disappointed that he actually had to surrender to the killer. Jimmy was about to say something when a strange feeling wash over him. He knew that something was happening. Something that he needed to take care of. Jimmy sighed, shaking his head. He turned away from Gavin, closing his eyes. He had a Ghostie to take care of.