Nevermind.

At first it was easy enough, he thought. Holding Edward, like a hostage, then leaving unscathed was simple. What he hadn’t accounted for however, were the hundreds of others surrounding the premises.

“Oh gawd… Christ…!”

Andrew continually peeked his head out of a window at the end of the hallway. He and Edward were a floor above the imposing armed soldiers from below. The building Edward and they had been conversing in was a small, quaint one. As Edward was the supervisor of a construction site, they didn’t need an extravagant office or anything. But what this meant for Andrew, was that he was absolutely cornered.

No matter how many times he peered his shaggy head out of the window, no matter what openings he spotted within the crowd of soldiers, no matter what solution he surmised to escape, it was all for naught. How on earth was he ever going to escape with Edward…?

“Actually- No! Screw you!”

He said while pointing at Edwards unconscious body.

He didn’t even understand why he brought Edward along! He had tried to kill him! It’s because of him he had this throbbing pain in his nose! It’s because of him that he probably could never return to his normal life! But. He wasn’t just his boss. He was screwy, but leaving him behind would be a disservice to all the things he’s done for him… Right?

As Andrew looked down at Edward he began to notice very large differences between the two of them. Whereas Edwards had neat hair, tidy clothes, smooth, clean looking skin with a well built frame with heavy hands, Andrews hands were frail, his hair was messy, his clothes were ragged and his skin looked pasty.

“…”

He made his hands into a fist.

Maybe. This is a mistake, he thought while slicking his hair back anxiously. He can’t protect Edward… No… He brought Edward for his protection. And for what? To ruin his life? What the hell was he thinking?! If they think Edward is a Deadman with him, or possessed by him- he could never go back to his family, or his life! They would die together!

“Damn!”

Andrew punched the wall.

“Idiot! Ya damn idiot!”

Was Edward even alive..? He was electrocuted after all…He held his face in contempt while feeling his eyes tear up slightly. Though before the warm sensation could fully crawl from his eyes, a cold liquid fell down from the back of his neck, dripping from the ceiling.

“W-Wha?!”

He jumped immediately and was taken off guard! He shot his head upwards only to be greeted by a Crimson red creature who hung from the ceiling! Its muscular physique stuck onto the ceiling with its injurious claws.Its tongue hung from its mouth like a dog as it was panting ferociously. Its body in stark contrast to its demeanor did not resemble any dog Andrew had seen. Despite that, it behaved like one with its swift movements as it jumped back and forth, implying it was readying to pounce onto Andrew at any moment.

“The hell are you?!”

Andrew exclaimed fearfully!

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But before he could have any answer, the red creature leered its head out, as it began to sweat ferociously.

“AH-DADADADADADADADA!”

Its head began to shake ferociously along with the rest of its body, only causing more anxiety in Andrew's mind. However, as the creature continued to shake, a familiar red liquid began to seep from underneath its palms and feet. Without even Andrew properly registering what was going on, the ceiling began to pour from the creatures droppings, which slowly gathered to Andrew’s feet.

“What ARE you!?”

—-

Meanwhile in the office Andrew and Edward had just exited, the same woman in the lab coat stood around Edwards desk. Whereas the man who resembled Wallace Shawn observed the blood left behind from Andrew’s broken nose. The woman continued to investigate the drawer Edward had been rummaging through, pulling out documents, card games, and other childish assortments. Wallace Shawn examined Andrews' seat attentively.

“Nothing seems suspicious… Hm…C-could one of you come here for a moment…?”

He said, turning to the group of soldiers which continued to face the door.

“... Yes. Yes sir.”

A soldier wearing a mask approached the man reluctantly. Though with every movement, there was a clear awkwardness in his walking, as if he were limping.

“Would you mind passing me one of those spray bottles, why don’t you?”

The soldier nodded, pulling a spray bottle from underneath the armor on his chest. The man took the bottle politely, spraying Andrew’s chair three times.

“. . .”

Fortunately, nothing had happened. Allowing the man to let out a sigh of relief.

“I take it that he found a way to suppress his hunger?”

“No, I don’t think so… I think that man really was telling the truth… Don’t you see? It didn’t turn red, which means-!”

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable If I were you.”

The female scientist said in an unusually confident tone, while closing Edward’s desk drawer.

“Alvina!”

“Geeeeeooooorge~?”

“Now you know that’s not right! We don’t have to swarm the building anymore, nor do we have the illicit the effects of the blood any longer! He can be freed!”

Alvina tilted her head annoyedly, shifting her gaze from George, to the masked soldier, who immediately averted his gaze. She walked over to him grabbing his face.She turned to George.

“No. No, no,no,no,no,no,No! No blood could ever be enough to disprove something as heinous as the psyche of a deadman! Whether they have to wait years, or decades! They will eat again! Necessity or not!”

She turned to the soldier stroking his cheek.

“Rigggght? Riggght?”

Suddenly, Alvina felt her hand trapped in a solid grip, yet the texture was too soft to take it seriously as a threat. She turned to George who wore a look of anger on her face.

“Stop that!”

“. . .”

Alvina placed her hand away from the soldier while smirking.

“Whatever! It can’t be helped anyway.Deadman or not, he’s still a liar! H.Q. would manhandle him anyway! And we won’t even have to interfere! The blood we splashed on him will surely do him in! I just know it! Watch! Watch!”

“... Yes, but ma’am… Why couldn’t-”

“Because he’s going to die no matter what. So there’s no reason to go after them.”

“T-them!? But the other man hadn’t even-”

“Just another casualty~”

She then plopped her butt down in Edwards seat, then lifted her legs up to lay them across the desk comfortably.

“If Mr “Andrew Campbell” is our deadman, Mr Matthews would have died with him regardless. If not, his death will be commended as a “Worthy” sacrifice to the cause of his workers and their families! I mean seriously, a man like that as a Deadman!? He would have infected everyone! It’s a good thing he went with him as a distraction so he could die! So Is it really so bad if Mr Matthews dies with him?”

“That's… That’s sick!”

George raised his voice at Alvina whereas the others soldiers looked at them nonchalantly, some still peering from out of the window, awaiting the next opportunity to spring out at Andrew.

“Ehhh, Maybe. Maybe not. Butttt… It’s one less Dead Man in the world, right?”

“And what would happen if you’re wrong and neither of them are really Dead men!? What if the whole thing is a mistake!?”

“... Well then this was just a waste of blood, and a waste of Dranreb’s time. But! Better safe than sorry!”

“... Is this really… How I trained you for our line of work…? C’mon… show them some sort of… I don’t know- c-COMPASSION!?”

He approached the desk with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Please… Please…!”

Alvina looked at George with a long, drawn out poised look about her.

“…It’ll be up to them to get out of her clutches, not ours. Mr Matthews was the one that called, not us. Whatever happens is his fault. Gaaaah—!”

She began to stretch

Before any more words could escape George’s lips, a scream could be heard from a distance.