they are broken, flawed || [p, tapi]

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    "Don't worry. It's alright. Your heart is pumping blood like there's no tomorrow. Your lungs are breathing like normal. Everything's fine."

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    "I don't give a fuck about me!" Kyle snapped and sat down, laying Stan beside him as he tried to slow down his thoughts.
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    "You should because that's all that matters. That you're safe. but your brain is overworking itself. Stop it before you run it too hard."

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    Kyle was desperate too put him out of his pain. He was ow on ideas before-- if suddenly clicked.c"Stan, I might have an idea. But I'm sorry if its long and painful." Kyle choked out finally and began to reach for something behind his head or neck.
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    He unattached his necklace, taking off the Star of David charm on it and stuffing it safely in his pocket. Now holding just a chain, he leaned in and began to tightly choke him with it, closing his eyes tightly and trying to look away as he did so.
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    Stan seemed to relax into the gesture, a sickening joyful smile spreading on his lips. If he could have talked, he would have thanks his friend before his last breath finally escaped.

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    Kyle stopped and let go of the chain, scrambling off of him. He stared at the body in horror. "Oh my god, what have I done?" he whispered, too much in shock as he hid his face away into his hands.
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    The skin on Stan's arm began to heal again along with the slowly bruising skin on his neck. He still wasn't live yet, but his body was working on it.

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    Kyle remained still were he was, unable to process anything of much of what he just did and what he'd just been through. Finally, he shakily got to his feet and picked up the body again, this time heading in the right direction to Craig's house.
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    It was a long time past a minute by the time they got there and Stan's body was fully healed, but he still didn't wake up. He was still dead.

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    Kyle kicked open the door, not noticing one if the lights was on somewhere in the house. Eh made his way to the living room and rested him there before turning to head upstairs and lay down as long as he could to calm himself down.
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    "Craig? What are you-- well, I know this is your house..."" Kyle sighed, rubbing his head as he rested against the hallway walls."I just need to stay here for a bit.@
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    "Shut. The fuck up, Craig." pain welled in his chest as he brushed past the man me headed for the bedroom, laying on the bed with his head facing the pillow.
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    Kyle remaimed silent, staring at the ceiling above him after turning his body to face upward. He was still clearly distraught over earlier events.
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    "He asked me to kill him originally after he took my wound I received from a bite he gave me."
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