Alright dudes I'm back and I'm gonna finish this. I'm 17 now a long time has passed. Don't forget to vote this story is reaching its end. Enjoy

1.) Cryle

2.) Style

3.) K2

4.) Dyle

5.) Kyman

Craig's POV:

My red rimmed, shock riddled eyes filled with despair glistened tears as I looked at Kyle, the events of today hitting me like a ton of bricks. The tears slowly dripped onto the angelic Kyle, making drip sounds like rain on a rooftop. He's emerald eyes fluttered open as my tears ran down his pale freckled face. I looked down at my love in pure horror, all this shit happened because of us. We did all this to him. His innocence? Lost. His loved ones? Lost. His best friends? Lost. How can I say I even love him?

"C-Craig, dude, you okay? Were am I? What happened?" He managed to croak out, a rasp and sob raking at his throat. I felt red hot tears travel into my mouth tasting the salty liquid.

"I'm so sorry love. I did some horrible, horrible things. You don't remember anything?" I squeaked out setting Kyle on the pavement looking into his clover colored eyes.

"Craig..." He slowly stumbled back remembering everything that happened in the last couple days. He clutched his shirt, tears flowing from his evergreen eyes. He looked up in fear at me, a knife slicing through my heart. I tried reaching out to him, my heart crumpling as he jumped back spastically.

"Kyle please come with me. Please." He slowly backed away his face contorting in disgust and freight. He glanced back to the road and lazily wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Craig I can't do this. You must think I'm so...dirty. IM DISGUSTING." He cried out his knees crumpling. His head shot back a scream guttering out of his throat. I toke a step back and stared at him in confusion and terror.

"Love..." I sputtered out walking hesitantly towards him. As I shuffled to him a rock bumped my shoe flying out hitting his knee. His head shot up as he quickly crawled back on his hands staring at me in vulnerability. I stopped in pain seeing my love desperately trying to get away from me.

Kyle's POV:

My body was shaking like a leaf in fall as I stared at Craig and then down to my body. I'm filthy. I'm tainted. I don't deserve anyone's love. I jerked to my feet covering my face with my dirty hands, still smelling the French mans scent on me.

"Don't." I held out a hand to Craig my eyes squeezed shut. Tears gushed between my fingers as I spun on my heels sprinting as fast as I possibly could. I heard him call out my name in pure desperation my heart pounding against my chest. Tears flew past my body as I bit my lip trying to not look weak. My body was abused. Filthy. My thoughts piled up as I slowly ran into downtown. I hit some people hearing "watch it." Or "dumb kid" but I ignored them sprinting faster. I slowed down adjusting into a corpse like walk, my head down, my body barely pushing forward. In a moment of sheer panic a horn blasted in my ear. My head snapped up, my eyes as big as saucers. I realized I accidentally walked into the road a yellow taxi speeding towards me. I was about to sprint but my feet stayed glued where they were terror rushing through my body. Icy hands grasped my waist and in a moment all I felt is freezing air and blood red eyes piercing into my soul.

Damien's POV:

I felt Kyle's body fall limp against my own, I looked down at him in love and slowly laid him on my black bed. Yes Kyle is in Hell a place I would of never wanted to see him in. I chuckled softly brushing his curls away from his pale white face.

"I left you for 30 minutes and you got yourself in trouble again." I laughed harder clutching my stomach, my jet black hair grazing my cheeks. "Satans son is a white in shining armor hero." I softly flicked a tear away from my face from laughing so hard. Oh the irony.

"What am I going to do?" I slowly raked my hands throughout my crow-like hair. I looked down at the gorgeous boy smiling in adoration. I shifted towards him and leaned down, our faces almost touching. I slowly leaned toward and pecked him, his soul slowly lifting. I pulled back fast enough and smiled laying back next to him, feeling is body heat envelope myself. I smiled and felt his leg graze against me. My breath hiked and I stared at him staying as still as a corpse. Ha. He slowly stilled and fell back into a deep sleep. I smiled and closed my eyes softly grazing his hand.

A figure with jet black hair sprinted towards Kyle lifting him up into his arms. He kissed him passionately pulling towards him in pure love.

My vision stopped as my eyes snapped forward. Who was it? Was it me? Craig? Stan? This sucks. If I wanted to I could just make him mine by forcing him to hell. I laughed and kissed Kyle's forehead sighing in love.

Hope y'all liked this. What will happen when Kyle wakes up? Stay tuned please vote. We have 7 more chapters!