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Author's Notes: Magnes, Tara Blue, Yeungmaisu

Story Notes: Death. Death. More death

He's dead, you know. Ray. My Ray.

Even now, Ray lies in our bath, completely and utterly dead. His wrists expertly cut open, the blood quickly misting through the half filled bathtub as he stares, emptily, out at me. Through the murky film of water and blood.

They want me to think he did this to himself. I suppose that they honestly think me capable of thinking this. But I know, I /know/ that Ray would never, ever...

Not Ray. Not my Ray.

Aching inside, I leave the bathroom. Leave him in his death. I cannot see this. Closing the door behind me, I stare at the cellular phone in my hand. My wet hands. I've been crying, I believe.

I should call someone; the police, Ray Vecchio, anyone. Someone must know what to do. My father, even Diefenbaker must know what to do. Dief, who will not look at me in my grief.

What /is/ this? What happened here?

I feel movement behind me, and then a cold hand upon my shoulder. Slowly, I turn my head. I know full well what I will see.

He stands behind me, wet and bloody. His hair is slicked back, and dark red blood runs down his arms and drips onto the floor and onto my uniform. He stares at me. No. Through me.

I do not like this feeling.

"Ray..." My voice catches in my throat, and I grasp the hand on my shoulder, tight. "Ray. Who...who did this to you?"

Ray, my Ray smiles sickly and carresses my cheek almost lovingly. He leans closely, his lips bare milimeters from my own.

"You did," he whispers before he kisses me. "Thank you."

End "Mad Love" by EA Karras: harveyinvisible@hotmail.com

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