One month later...
"Hey kids. I have to go throw my soda can out. Promise not to break anything?" The nurse watching us, Jess, asked. Yes. Score. Throwing away a soda can meant she had to walk all the way downstairs to the front of Aliss Asylum. That took like, fifteen minutes. We all nodded and went back to watching TV. We were all watching Gravity Falls, except two of us.
"Hey, hot stuff. You're Ross right? My names Pink, but you can call me baby~" I looked over to my right and slammed my fist down on the table. Pink that stupid bitch was flirting with my Ross. Mine. MINE! I started to stride forward, cracking my knuckles, but someone grabbed my arm. I looked backwards and saw Jack and Dan holding my arms, in a desperate bid for peace.
"M-Max... Please don't hurt Pink! You know he didn't mean it." Reasoned Dan, his eyes large and pleading. Mark nodded and I breathed out. Maybe it wasn't worth it. Then I looked back at Ross. He was pinned against the wall, crying. Fucking CRYING. I watched as Pink slowly ground up against him, tracing his jaw with one hand and the other slowly snaking up Rossy's shirt. I WAS GOING TO KILL HIM. My vision tinted dark red and thoughts raced through my mind.

But they weren't my own.

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I lunged forward, bloodlust feeding my adrenaline, and broke free from Jack and Dan. Jordan, Mark and Tom all attempted to pull me back, but I punched Tom in the face and shoved them all aside. I ran over to where Pink was hurting my Rossy and kicked Pink in the back of the knees. He fell down and rolled onto his stomach. Bad move. I stomped on his stomach, and heard something crack.
"St4y 4w4y fr0m mY R0sSy!" I growled. Pink coughed, and scrambled away from me.
"P-please! Pink didn't m-mean to- Oh shut up Blue you know he meant it. Purple, that wasn't nice to say. Can't we all get alo- No! Cause Purples' mean and he s-s-scares me! Well, I personally would fuck Purple. And that cute Rossy. Pink, please stop. You already made enough of a mess as it is. RED! Stop acting like the fucking leader!" I walked over to the mess of Mpd that was Red, and stared down, delight in my eyes.
"Y0u th0ght y0u c0uld t4k3 4w4y my R0ssy? Y0u w3r3 d34d wr0ng. N0w 1'm g01ng t0 k1ll y0u." I reached down, smiling at the fear in their eyes. In a flash, I grabbed their throat and pushed down as hard as I could. Their arms gripped my wrists, attempting to dissuade my grip, but I held fast.

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"M-Max no!" Huh? I loosened my grip on Red/Blue/Pink/Whoever and they broke free, scrambling away on all fours coughing up blood. I turned around and saw Ross standing a few feet away, crystal teardrops forming at the corners of his perfect eyes. He smiled.
"Max, please don't do this. I'm fine. Your fine." He took a shaky step forward and paused. Then he calmly walked towards me. I stood up. He wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me. My vision swam, and the red haze that had enveloped my mind faded. I slowly wrapped my arms around him in return. Eventually we broke apart, and I looked over at Red. He just lay on the floor, covered in the little blood that wasn't present on me. Oh my god. What did I do?
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Red lay on the ground, probably with broken ribs and internal bleeding, Jack, Mark, Dan, Jordan, and Tom, all lay on the ground. Tom had a black eye and a bloody nose, and Jordan was trying to help him staunch the flow. Dan had evidently hit his head when he fell, and was passed out, with a desperate Phil by his side trying to wake him up. Cory was shivering in the corner along with Tim. They both looked to frightened to intervene. I took a step towards everyone, and they all scooted away from me in fear. All that trust. It took years to build, and seconds to break. I breathed in.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought them down. I shouldn't be the one crying. I don't get to cry. I am the reason for all this. It's my fault. I can't cry. I can't cry.
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The doors burst open and our personal nurses rushed in, along with the three doctors. Doctor Barney ran straight to Red, and picked him up bridal style, careful of his wounds. He ran out of the room with Red, tears openly flowing down his face. Doctor Dahlberg ran to Corey and Tim, who were still huddled in the corner, and Doctor Felix helped the nurses get the rest of the group to the infirmary. Emily surveyed me standing there, still as a statue, observing the scene. If I looked as shell shocked as I felt, then... I don't know. I can't think. I can't think, I can't move. Why did I do this? Sure Pink touched Ross, but that doesn't warrant his death. I can't believe I did this. Emily approached me, and I held out my hands. She slipped the handcuffs on and led me away to a different room. I looked back and saw Ross watch me leave with pure sadness in his perfect ocean blue eyes.