Make Your Choice

[shysnale]

Let's picture this :

You are walking down the famous dark alley, and two guys dressed up in black leather stop right in front on you. They are looking at you right in the eye. They’re in utter confidence and they impress you. These boys are cute, well built.

Pale skins, 80’s old fashion dark hair up in the air, sky blue eyes.
You're not only scared, you're also under a charm.
Then the guys talk to each other in a eye to eye language.
You can guess what their eyes are saying.

'She's mine'. Period.

No bro. 'She's mine'.

As you start to wonder if you're gonna have a chance to hear their voices,
one of them slashes the air in a large movement, holding a razor.
The other one has a big red line on his forehead. It bleeds intensively.
The head is a part of the body that bleeds a lot. You've learned that back then in High-School Biology class, but you forgot why. You're quite surprised this question comes back to your mind in such a situation.

The bleeding guy has started to defend himself. The violence escalates real fast. No talk, not a slight sign of negotiation. These two guys are fighting like beasts. You find yourself caught in a strange feeling of regret. They looked so good walking together in that alley, dressed up all the same, pale skin, dark hair and sky blue eyes, yes you were scared, but you also enjoyed looking at them. Sure they were wearing 'perfectos', leather biker jackets, but you're pretty sure their also were very good looking topless. But now they are destroying each other just like if one of them had found the Pandora box and wanted to keep it for himself.

Now you understand everything. They fight for you. You feel honoured and disturbed at the same time. You hear a sound of someone falling and as you were already away, you turn your back and see one of these lovely twins laying on the floor in a blood puddle. He is almost finished and the other one is lifting his arm up and is about to murder him. You see a metal bar on the floor, you take it, silently move behind the back of the fight winner, and smash the bar on the back of his head while he was saying sweet words of death to his enemy. He falls on the ground. When you knocked him down you heard some sort of a breaking sound, like a crrrrrrrrrrrack sound like when you blow a coconut. You are pretty sure he's dead and his fellow looks at you with a thankful look in his eyes.

The police siren breaks the silence and you know it's about time to leave this strange situation. You killed someone tonight. It was in order to protect someone else, but still, you killed someone, a pretty good looking guy, and your head is pretty messed up. The twin that is still alive opens his lips and try to say something. You have to bend down and get close to him to understand the words of his dying voice.

'pppp pp p p p p pp pPPPPpplleeeaassse give me one last kiss before I go'

While knowing he would certainly have raped you if he was still alive, your heart is moved.

-What do you do? Give him a tender kiss and whish him a good journey in the realms of death or leave the street?