HIM

I stared at the hands that weren't mine, or at least I would like to think so. My tear stained cheeks averted to the two dead men that Ryson and I had killed that were carried out to the center. It was fast and instantaneous, I never expected us to end up this way. I was supposed to be in Julliard training to be the top pianist in the whole wide world, it seemed too far to reach but that was what I wanted and Rys was supposed to find a job that carried a stable life. Instead, we became killers who had anger in their hearts and trembling...