OUTSIDERS [&] open, gone

[WOLF BITE]

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[align=left][justify][sub]The moment he looked into Cecil's room, he knew something was wrong. He wasn't in it. Everything was untouched, in the place where it once had been which was odd considering he normally was rather ill the past week or so. He could feel his heart leap into his throat, spinning around to depart from the younger's room to search for him. In the back of his mind, there was a thought he didn't want to face. He could be dead. He could be dead and it would be his fault. He couldn't take any extra guilt if he died on his watch. Wolfbite paused right in his tracks, staring right at the blood splattered on the ground and the claw marks in the dirt. His breathing stuttered, swallowing hard as he took a step backward to survey this... crime scene. The gate was open. Why was the... Someone took him. "Fuck..." he whispered, his voice cracking a little which surprised him. The guilt was building, but soon enough it turned into anger. White, hot anger that made his vision red, his blood boil. He reached out to take Cecil's necklace, clutching it in his palm as he let out a shout, punching the nearest metal wall which helped barricade the entrance to the Costco.

Dull pain shot up his arm, though he didn't care. He paid no mind to it, all he was focusing on was the fact that Cecil was gone. His only friend was gone. He'd get him back.. He had to. "Fuck!"

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