"Josh," Tyler whines, finding himself pulling him along the street edge. "Josh, you're bleeding all over the sidewalk." His eyes are more of a brown in the crimson tainted light. The color causing his teeth to look even more menacing. He looks down at Josh's bloodstained leg, and, for the first time in ages, he feels guilt. "Josh for gods sake please slow down. You are pumping too much blood to that wound," Tyler hisses, grabbing his hand and pulling him back. Josh stumbles back, chuckling. Tyler grabs the back of his arm, narrowing his eyes at the blue haired boy. He pulls him back, again, almost too forcefully. Josh falls backwards, hitting his head on the cold sidewalk. "Joshua, I said stop."

"Shut your face, Tyler. It isn't like a single shot to the leg can hurt me." Josh rolls his eyes, wriggling out of his position. He looks up. "What?" He grumbles as his eyes train themselves on Tyler's. He bites his lip, flinching as wind blows against his face. It stings, the cold. It stings the nerves in his face. Though, it isn't much pain considering what he has going on. He narrows his eyes. "Jesus. Don't make such a big deal of it."

"I laced those bullets with warfarin. I need to close the damn wound before you bleed a gallon a minute." Tyler shrugs. He tugs on Josh's hand, still pulling quite hard. Josh whines as after does so, barely noticing what he had done. He tilts his head, pursing his lips.

"Oh, so you shot me with a blood thinning bullet?" Josh hisses, his arms crossing. He narrows his eyes. "Why the hell would you do that?" He stops dead in his trail, grumbling to himself as he begins to shiver. "Wait, blood thinning bullets actually exist?" Josh throws his hands up in exasperation. He trips and falls over the sidewalk, groaning as his nose makes contact with the pavement. He grumbles lightly, "You suck, Tyler."

Tyler sighs, sitting on Josh's back. "Don't get up." He pulls Aberdeen and fishing line out of his pocket and pierces Josh's skin. "I swear, if you wince I'm gonna shoot you." He began stitching carefully, singing a little song. If you don't want the patient dead, no matter how much they've bled. You take your stuff and stitch it up, using a needle and thread.

It was dark, yes. Josh pondered on exactly how dark it was. It seemed like something a pediatrician would sing during surgery on a four year old, but it was also the type of song that would scar the child if they were awake to witness the gory singing of the otherwise tone deaf doctor. Josh frowns, his eyes widening as Tyler continues humming the music. Tyler is not tone deaf, no. He is quite good, and it doesn't put Josh at ease at all when he stands up, stuffing more thread through the sewing needle that pierces Josh's skin so many times. His leg looks like a Venus fly trap. He doesn't enjoy it. He doesn't enjoy the sensation of the needle tearing through his flesh, and he could tell Tyler senses that. "You're such a crybaby, Blue."

Josh lets his frown go even further as he watches Red tie off the knot. "Maybe I should sew your leg together, next time," He hisses, pulling his pant leg down, "Red." He stands up and walks faster, despite the awful stinging upon his thigh. He holds his dagger close to his chest, blade against his chin. Surely he is careful enough to hold it so delicately without slicing himself. Wouldn't it be a given that such a thing would surely kill him if he, maybe, tripped?

"Maybe you'll be good enough to meek the shot," Red spits quietly, making Blue think that he is a lot further behind him. He cocks his gun, a bullet clearly finding its way into the chamber. Blue learned the sound early in his career. The sound of a bullet was distinctly different than a gun without one inside. It's what made him such a great player when it came to Russian Roulette. Blue grunts, spinning around, and knocking his gun out of his hand. He grabs Red's wrist and jabs his dagger into his back, careful not to hit anything vital.

"You're a bitch, Red. Maybe I should call you Pink." He whispers, lightly. He pulls it out, cleaning the blade, and Red falls down, holding the wound with his right hand. "Who's the crybaby, now, Tyler?" Blue teases, kicking his in into the street.

"Choke on a popsicle, Joshua." Tyler grumbles, pulling his shirt over the wound. "If it isn't bleeding, I think I'll manage a couple miles."

"I could carry you, if you want?" Josh teases, popping his lips. His eyes crinkle up as Tyler pouts. "Oh come on, bean, this is how teams begin."

"I think not. I'll pass on the insane hatred for my partner in crime." Red just his elbow into the back of Blue's head, smiling as Josh falls over and passes out. He chuckles. "Weak."

Tyler enjoys the rush. He isn't even sure why he did that to Josh in the first place. He's just so... so annoying. Tyler didn't enjoy the back talk and the beating him in his own fights. Tyler didn't like to lose, and Josh used to be a mercenary. A damn mercenary. Of all the people Tyle had to make friends with, it was one of them. They're stupid and arrogant and none of them are good at their jobs. Well, with the exception of the one that Tyler managed to find fangirling over him in the middle of an alley that night. There's something different about this one. He seems... passionate. He seems like the kind of guy who would kill himself to keep a secret. Tyler's secret. He knew his secrets were safe with this man, for Josh was new, and something that Tyler craved. He craved something New. He craved a partner.

So why did he bash his head in?

Because he was bored.

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Josh awakens to the sound of metal clattering and a stinging pain in his arm. He tries to shift around, seeing if there was any line for escape. Sadly, Josh is tethered to a table, and blood covers his right arm. He hisses as he moves, squinting. He Trieste pull it free, but he still cannot get it quite out. He sighs.

"Relax, boo. We're officially a team." Tyler let's Josh out of his constricting trap, and raises his arm. He pressed the two's arms together, smiling widely as he shows Josh.

Written with a razor blade, deep onto both of their biceps, was the word, VIOLET

VIOLET.

The thing that made them inseparable from that day on.

--a/n--

YOOOOO

It's been a while.

I finished my play and I figured I looked good in the picture I put in the thumbnail,

Help I'm sick

Wow when is Emily not sick anymore

It's like 1:30AM but I promised Noom I would update.

Spn has me shook

You guys should watch timeless it's so good

I know how to play ukulele now yeyeyeyeye

I think I want to go to Juliard for college so I'm aiming high but hey I've got a really good college near me for academics (and had a great performing arts department as well) but that's also quite hard to get into. (Top 10% are accepted)

Anyway I'm working towards a scholarship to some great performing arts schools. I also wanna get a degree in psychology wowee look at this 8th grade girl getting in touch with her inner student.

It's better to look early than to regret not looking earlier.

Okay I'll stop ranting gnite guys

I love you my Carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily Aka Foblvr