Underneath him laid a heavily injured, barely breathing boy, grasping at the last threads of his life, deep cuts all over his pale looking skin, feint burn marks on his motionless face with a clear outline where the other boy's hand had been tightly grasping, blood slowly trickling out from where his lost limbs used to be…
Eric shuddered in absolute horror as he stared at the dead-looking body underneath him, his legs shaking faster than a vibrator as his previous thoughts and ideas got flipped on their heads as he was unable to believe his weary eyes…
That body did not belong to Moby like he was led to believe, far from it… It was none other than Raymond, looking skinnier than ever before, laying on the ground with a motionless, shocked expression on his face… The one who came out on top of that scuffle was not Raymond but Moby, and he was the one responsible for what happened to him…
