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Hermes' eyes drifted over towards the corpse laying on the floor. Seeing Mr. Brady lay in a pool of his own blood, as more spilled out from a wound on his neck. The groans from Elio became louder, almost ravenous, as Hermes turned and saw the glazed over eyes of his crush. He'd heard of something like this happening in Florida, some  man got hopped up on bath salts and began attacking people. Was Elio on drugs as well? He didn't seem the type but…his thoughts were interrupted as Elio charged at him, knocking down a rack of hockey and lacrosse sticks along with Hermes flat on his back, forearms pressed against Elios chest to keep him from biting at him.

He risked reaching out to grab one of the hockey sticks, pulling it in closer as he pressed the side of the shaft into Elios mouth like a guard. One hand gripping the side down the end of the stick as the other managed to make its way to the opposite side. Hermes pushed forward with all his might, knocking Elio back before grabbing the stick again and running away towards the locker door where he'd heard a familiar voice. [Color=67AB6D]”No, fuck no, everything's not okay right now! Mr. Brady is dead and I'm being attacked by a drugged up twink!”[/color] He bolted through the locker room door, stumbling as he made his way into the hall, hockey stick in hand with drops of blood and drool dripping down the shaft.