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Kidd was lying in the bed, next to Billy. Barely a meter away was another bed, containing Nugget and Lily.
The four of them had shared each house since they'd settled into a linear polyamorous relationship consisting of Billy-Kidd-Nugget-Lily.
Billy loved Kidd. And his best friend was Nugget. And, of course, Lily was the best sister he could ever ask for.
Lily loved Nugget. And her sidekick was Kidd. And Billy was her beloved little brother.
Nugget was Billy's best friend. And he loved Lily and Kidd.
Or did he...?
Sometimes Kidd wondered about the blond's feelings.
If he truly loves her.
If he truly loves them.
Because Kidd had seen it.
He had seen the apocalypse unfold before his eyes, several times, its executioner being Nugget himself. Killing the girl he claimed to love several times.
Kidd clung to Billy.
He had seen the red sky, heard the terrified screams, smelled the blood and the fire.
Kidd began to tremble.
And he opened his eyes.
He didn't know when he had closed them, but other eyes, black and empty and dark and evil, stared back at him.
Nugget was awake.
Nugget smiled, maliciously and knowingly.
He knew what was going through Kidd's mind.
And he knew he could break him.
And yet he was gentle when he extended his hand, in invitation.
And yet he was gentle when he took Kidd's hands, squeezing it gently and firmly.
He returned Nugget's squeez.
Kidd was fond of Lily.
He smiled. A gentle smile, but mad and delirious.
Kidd loved Billy.
He closed his eyes. And slept.
Kidd loved Nugget.
And he knew he'd give everything, destroy everything, for his love.