Doing some progress with the story. Had to re-read Target to get back into the feeling. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
Blood. There was blood almost everywhere on him. His clothes, his shaking hands, his hair, his face. I found myself being completely oblivious to this situation. Something I wasn't expecting to see.

Evan...

His lip was cut, he had visible black eye, and I knew he got beaten up. His eyes slowly moved our way, just as he could listen to my thoughts, filled with something I had never seen in his eyes. The cold nothingness. No regrets, no guilt, no anger, just no emotions.

That was the moment I had pure fear running through my body. This state of his, the state I was so familiar with due to Delirious, was something I wished to protect Evan from.

I remember him telling me killed somebody but I had never expected to see it like this. Cold blooded, with no emotions.

Our eyes locked, nobody saying a single thing. I was hoping to see at least the small glitter of the innocent Evan but I could see was empty brown color. Like he didn't even recognize me. Like I was one of the many. Neither of us even flinched when we heard Walter throwing up next to me.

My sweet sweet Evan.

It was me at that moment who woke up and start reasonably thinking. In a second I was already holding Walters gun, which I took from his belt, firing from it to the only witness in this place.

The sound of the bullet made Evan move, his eyes slowly moved to the body which was right in front of him. At that moment his true emotions showed up, confusion and fear.

"Delirious?" His voice searching for help, his eyes desperately trying to find the answers for what was happening.

And I did what needed to be done, the first thing I knew was going to save him from this fucked up situation. I quickly reached for him, grabbing the knife from his bloody hands.

"Get undressed!" I whispered quickly, tugging the bloody clothes he had on.

"What have I done?"

"Baby, please. We don't have much time, please trust me. Take off your clothes," I begged him, taking off my clothes as well, hoping the other guards were still far away.

"Oh my god. D-delirious, I couldn't control it. I-I just-"

I interrupted his chaotic thoughts when I grabbed him by his shoulders and made him look my way from the body. His eyes were filled with tears

"Evan! Focus, please. We don't have much time."

Evan did what I asked for, confused but determined not protest or ask any more questions. I took the bloody clothes on me, seeing him watch the dead body on the floor again.

"He's dead, fuck. I killed him? I didn't-"

"Evan," I interrupted him, showing him out of the cell.

"What's wrong with me?" He protested, desperately trying to understand something I was yet to understand myself.

"We will talk about this but now I need you to run back to Walters office. Destroy the footage," I explained, getting more blood on my hands so they wouldn't even doubt my guilt in here.

"I remember being locked up with him. I remember him beating me up and then I remember him pulling out the knife. I remember-" I interrupted him again, even though I really wanted to know what happened.

"Evan, please. Please, take on Walters clothes so you're not that suspicious running around almost naked. Destroy the evidence, please!" I begged him, strapping Walter off to help Evan out.

"But what about you? Oh my god, what's gonna happen?" He kept asking, but at least he was getting dressed.

"Wash off the blood first before you even enter the room, got it? Don't forget to leave no fingerprints while destroying the camera footage, this is just a small but very very important detail," I continued, hoping his reasonable side would win over his confusion.

"I got it but what's gonna happen with you?" He asked.

I approached him with a smile. A small part of me was really proud of what he had done. He didn't let anybody to mess with him. Like a proud father whose son grew up.

I slowly wiped the blood off his face, getting it on me, before I cleaned it with my shirt so whoever saw him would not get suspicious.

"I love you. Always..." I started, fixing his vest.

"And forever. But Jonathan, seriously now, what is your plan? What should I do after I'm done with the footage? What are you going to do-"

I quickly pulled him to the kiss, most likely the last one. I tried to memorize everything about this moment. The smell of him, the sweet taste of his lips. There was no way out of here, no place to hide, no way of running away. And I knew they were killing me instantly. Right here and maybe even right now.

Evan is safe. That's the only thing that matters.

I pushed Evan away from me towards the door and I could clearly see he wasn't happy with what was going on.

"Go now! And be careful," I fired gun to Walters body one more time.

"I will do it but I swear to you... don't you dare be dead by the time I return," he growled, running away.

Something I can't promise you, my sweet angel. And now I need to cause some distraction.