Somewhere in Nevada.

"Heh... You really know how to get you'r self into trouble, you never listen to others nor care about them.
Maybe it doesn't mater. Beside, who the hell would care about me anyway..."


"T...... T!.....TRICKY!!......"

Tricky opened his eyes, slowly. The version was blurry and his body felt numb.
He looked around, trying to find out who called out to him.

"TRICKY!."

Tricky's heart jumped a beat, he wasn't expecting "this" person to come to his aide,
And he wished it wasn't "him"...


"J..... Jebus?...."

Jebus kneled down on his knees and looked down at Tricky, shocked at the state he was in.
He wasen't hurt, at least not physically... But mentally...

Tricky looked at Jebus, eye for eye. He could see that he was indeed worried about him,
he hated it...... He hated it when people cared about him, mostly because he knew he would never be able to care back.

"What are you doing here, come to feel sorry for me?."

"What do you think? i'm here to save you."

"Well shove it, i don't need your he-
AGH!!!."

A sting of pain hits Tricky in the head and everything fades slowly to black, he can hear Jebus yell his name in share panic but his voice slowly disapers into nothingness, even the sound of rain.

Tri-*chok!*-cky please!,*gisp!* let me go!.*gh* I cant breath!.*gasp.

Without knowing it, his vision and sound fades back to him. Without knowing it, his hands were wraped around Jebus neck, strangling him with all his strength. Without knowing it, Jebus clenched his hands on Trickys grip trying to get lose. Without knowing it, his face was almost completely blue, eyes bulging out and tears running down his chin, begging him to stop.

Without hesitation he lets go. Jebus falls on the ground, coughing and inhaling as much air as possible. After a while he starts breathing slowly and stable, but soon fades to unconscious.
Tricky starred in fear, not knowing how he did it and why.
He took a glans at his hands, his nails was covered in blood and skin,