The pain in Kyle's arm started to seep away quickly afterwards. As for Stan, there was beginning to be a wet feeling on his arm along with that smell he knew all too well. Blood.
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Kyle mid way smelled it as well and quickly pulled away with wide frightened eyes.
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Kyle's arm seemed completely healed, but the pain was still there. As for Stan, he had adopted the injury, holding the arm to him like a baby.
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Kyle's eyes filled with shame, pulling away, "If I had known that would happen I would have never agreed!"
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"Which is why I didn't tell you." he told him, "I may not be able to heal, but I can steal. I didn't want you to lose something so important to you."
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Kyle looked away, his green eyes darkened slightly. "God Stan... Please don't tell me you're affected or hurt by it..."
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"Not as much as you were, but pretty affected by it."
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Kyke seemed slightly angry by this. He felt like he'd been tricked. "No! This isint fair! I can't even help you and all you've been doing is helping me!"
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"You've already helped me. If you want to help further, I suggest you kill me before this gets any worse. I promise I'll come back."
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Kyle stared in absolute horror. "You want me to kill my best friend?! Even if you come back, I'm never going to live it down... I'll live with the guilt the rest of my life...!"
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"And here you are complaining that I didn't let myself kill you." Stan sighed. "It's fine. It might just fall off and I'll be left with a stump until next time I die."
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Kyle groaned and rubbed his head in frusteration, "You really know how to make me feel bad dint you." he got up with a pained sad look on his face and sighed, "Fine. I'll kill you. But I'm never going to let this go..."
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"You don't have to, Ky. I do have the townspeople after me, don't I? Though you're going to have to get me back before they all do something they'll regret."
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"I'll get you out of here myself and kill you. I don't want you to suffer too much." Kyle remarked softly, trying to hide the tears rising in his eyes as he picked him up gingerly.
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Stan smiled softly, reaching his unharmed hand up to wipe away the tears. "You honestly don't have to. I don't want to put you through that."
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"I'd rather do it gently than knowing you died a gruesome death." Kyle mumbled and began to carry him away from where the town, not entirely sure where to go.
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"There's no such thing as a gentle death where I'm from, Ky." he let out a raspy laugh, coughing through it.
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Kyle struggled to head back in the direction they'd come from hoping to find Craig's house or somewhere else to go to.
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"You're going the wrong way if that's where you want to go." Stan murmured, resting against his chest.
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Kyle groaned, kicking the dirt below in fuming frusteration, "Goddamnit!"
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