Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170325192755

Liam writhed underneath his attacker's grasp, his breathing started to become laboured and heavy as more stabs pierced his abdomen. The fucker didn't even give him time to scream in agony. He managed to weakly peel himself away, the knife still lodged in his stomach as he leant against the wall, thick, clotted blood starting to trickle at the corner of his mouth as his pupils were beginning to look dilated.

He was wearing a matching yellow sweater that Leon has, a duplicate probably, and the expression on his face was so weak.. But so determined.

Liam looked exactly like Leon when he was attacked by Tina. Even his chocolate brown hair was splayed across his bruised face the exact same way.

It almost looked like Harvard had murdered his lover rather than his counterpart.

Liam crumpled down onto the ground, vainly trying to apply pressure to his wounds, but there were too many of them. He groaned in pain, already too weak to make any audible sound, so instead, he thought to Harvard, looking at him with sad, but hopeful eyes.

Now look what you've done... Never thought it would end like this... Huh. He somberly grinned, wobbling back on his feet as he now leant on his murderer, resting a hand on his shoulder as if they were close friends, he leant towards his ear, saying his last words as his breathing shuddered to a stop.

"Take care of him for me."