[color=f08080][center][h1][b]Phillip Capet[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

[color=f08080][i]4 Minutes[/i][/color]

[color=f08080]Phillip shook incessantly as he turned the cap of a pill bottle, his hand darted into the bottle and took out a white pill which he popped into his scarred lips. He swallowed it in no time and had grabbed a second, then a third, then a forth and a fifth and so forth. His body turned into a icy warmth until he felt a irritating numbing nothing. sweat poured down his skin and soaked the pasty white bandages covering them but with every pill he popped into his mouth he only shook more and more. only for it to be ripped clean out of his hand. Phillip turned his head to see his "companion" Maurice glaring at him with his perfect blue eyes. "Maurice the pure, Maurice the clean and always right", Phillip couldn't help but feel a rising hate, "why couldn't Maurice be wearing bandages", Phillip thought, after all Phillip went through it seemed unfair that Maurice could fight for years and not get a single scratch where Phillip get's pancaked in his first drop.

[i]I think you've had enough you heathen[/i] Maurice scowled with his pretty little voice, he looked like he was ready to leap out of his chair and strangle Phillip for the sin of taking a pill or ten, then suddenly Maurice burst into laughter, he swung over and caught his breath [i]I'm sorry brother the look on your face was so funny[/i] Maurice apologized through ragged breath, while what he said sounded like a joke it was actually a insult, Phillip's face was disfigured and resembled a fucked up puzzle-piece of scars and bruises "Just you laugh, you'll get your reward in time" Phillip thought smug in the satisfaction that Maurice will inevitably die. Phillip laughed at the thought of it, Maurice expected some kind of reward for his piety, some beautiful afterlife in a golden house staffed by golden women. But Phillip knew that was false for he had seen death with his own eyes, and he saw nothing but black. To an outsider the two would look like friend's, when in reality both of them wished the other dead. Given enough time it was likely that one or the other would die of "accidental misfire".

Phillip began to count every second, breathed heavily, silently cursing that Maurice had taken his only source of comfort for the coming drop of death.[/color]

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