guys i'm back but it may not be permanent idk i just am inspired and gay

anygay go read MountainDew-mlm s books cause he's cool and i was inspired by them so

uh it's been a while so just

Alex's POV

"Shoot me."

My eyes widen as I stare at him. I feel my throat close up. I laugh dryly, "What, are you out of your mind?"

"Alex," John sighs, and I can feel my heart pound in my chest. I knew this would have to happen since the moment he was bitten. Since the moment that this all started, I knew he would do this. Play the hero. "Alex you have to. You know you do."

"No, no." I shake my head, the tears already forming in my eyes but I force them away. He reaches forward and grips my hand, and I bring it up to my face, making him cup my cheek.

"Yes, yes you do." He nods his head gently, stroking my skin with his thumb. "You know you do."

"No, no I don't." I gasp, denying it still, my heart sinking further into my chest, the tears that threatened to spill finally beginning to stream down my face.

"I was bitten. You know you have to do it." He whispers to me, and there seems to be no emotion in his voice other than a gentleness to persuade me, no sadness at willing to loose his life, and that enraged me.

"No! No I don't! Dying is not the way, we can stop it spreading." I yell at him, unable to contain my anger.

"No we can't! Alex, please, calm down, you need to shoot me. I don't want to hurt you-"

"Me shooting you will hurt me!"

"But less than me turning into a monster, and actively trying to kill you!"

"No! I wont do it!"

"Alex you have to!"

"John for once stop trying to be the fucking hero! Stop trying to save everyone else! Stop trying to be a hero, I don't want you to be a hero, I am not killing you!" I scream at him, my words hanging in the empty air like mist, angry tears dashing my cheeks.

"If you won't do it, you know I will." He whispers, grabbing the gun with his good hand and going to point it on himself.

"No!" I cry out, dashing forward and snatching it out of his hands, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Alex, look, Ill show you, it's easy." He whispers softly, slowly moving my hand and aiming the gun at his head, resting it on his forehead. The metal of the gun is too shiny and too wet in the rain, and it all feel so wrong. "See?"

I shake my head, crying, unable to stop the tears, simply contributing more water to the rain, more into nothing, "No."

"Yes, yes it is." He soothes me softly as I sob, "It's ok, you just have to shoot me. All you have to do now is pull the trigger. That easy, I promise."

I shake my head.

"Yes, yes it is. If you're struggling, I'll do it for you-" He moves his hands up to the gun, his fingers over mine, and he's going to pull the trigger for me.

"No, no, no, no!" I scream, desperately loud, just trying to get him to stop, because no, he can't do this. The gun in my hands is shaking so much, I can't move, but my entire body is shaking as I sob, and the gun is quivering so much against his forehead.

"It's ok my darling it's ok." He whispers, soothing my hands until they were steady. "Don't shake, it'll be ok. Just shoot me. It won't hurt."

"It will, it will." I sob, unable to see through the tears.

"It won't. I promise. But you have to do it, you just have to pull that trigger, thats it, that's all." He soothes, and I shake my head again, unable to even speak properly now. And it's so scary, because that's all I have to do. Just a small thing. Just pull the trigger. "Please my love, just do it." He whispers, leaning past the gun and kissing me, pressing his lips to mine, and I kiss back for all I'm worth, but he pulls away, and steps back, placing the gun on his forehead again. "I love you." He whispers.

I shake my head. I can't do it.

"I love you." He whispers again, and I sob. Because he's not saying I love you. He's saying shoot me.

Before I know what I've done, I've squeezed the trigger. The bang resounds around me.

I drop the gun and scream. I didn't mean to do that. No no no, I didn't want to do that, I didn't mean to do that.

I rush forward, grabbing his body before he can hit the floor, holding him in my arms. But he's already gone. I hold him tighter to me, sobbing, pressing my head on his chest. The blood is leaking out of him, mixing with the rain, staining my hands.

And I can't believe I did this.

I shot him.

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