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The night was gloomy and fog clung to the street and buildings. The street lamps looked like dim fireflies floating up into the night sky.
The fog broke around two figures escaping from the loud mayhem of a local dance club. Music and laughter erupted from the club and broke the evening’s silence when its door was open. Then it would close again to preserve the still silence of the foggy street.
Linked arm and arm and protected from the cold by leather jackets, the two figures walked down the street. The smaller of the two men shivered and the other put his arm around him, drawing him close.
“How much farther is the hotel Kev? I don’t know how much longer I can stand the cold…” asked the smaller man, Howie Dorough, as he gazed up into the face of Kevin Richardson, who laughed softly which, sounded like distant thunder to Howie, whose ear was nestled against Kevin’s chest.
“I think your more drunk then you are cold, my Sweet D.” Howie looked at Kevin with puppy dog eyes, which caused Kevin to chuckle again. He pulled Howie closer and Howie cuddled up next to him as the walked. “We’ll have t pass through one of these alleys to get to the main street to hail a taxi, Then you can nap until we get to the hotel.”
Howie mumbled something in response, but it was muffled because his face was buried in Kevin’s coat. Again, Kevin chuckled and wondered how sober he himself was. He looked down and softly stroked his lover’s soft hair.
Slowly, he steered Howie down one of the alleys that was fairly well lit. It was rather short and Kevin wanted to get through it quickly before anything could happen. He and Howie hand wanted a night alone, which they rarely got. So, they had ditched their bodyguards and set out alone into the untamed world. Now, Kevin realized that it hadn’t been the safest thing to do. Two barely sober celebrities walking down a dark alley late at night, unprotected. Really safe.
As they reached the halfway point, Kevin could hear the traffic from the main road. He sighed in relief. Everything was going to turn out fine.
But just as that tranquil thought crossed his mind, a shadow appeared against the light streaming into the alley from the street beyond. It began to advance forward and Kevin stopped. Howie was half asleep, walking cuddled next to him and Kevin held him closer. He would not let anything happen to Howie. His heart thumped harder with every step the stranger took, closer, ever closer.
Then it stopped. There was not enough light for Kevin to make out any details of the silent stranger. Height, build nor gender could be told in the pressing darkness. The silence between the opposing figures was oppressing and finally Kevin broke under the pressure. “What do you ant?” His voice was loud and clam, or at least he hoped it had come out that way.
Howie stirred and stepped slightly away from Kevin so he could look up at Kevin and their dark surroundings. “What’s going on, Kev?” He asked groggily.
Then he saw the shadow ahead of them. Fright entered his large brown eyes and he quickly grabbed Kevin’s hand. Kevin felt him shaking, Howie’s drunken state probably amplifying his anxiety. Meanwhile, the shadow had not moved. Kevin wished it would and this whole scene would end.
And end it did, with a gunshot and a scream. At first, Kevin thought it had been himself that screamed, but then Howie slumped next to him and if Kevin hadn’t caught him, he would have crumpled to the ground. Howie clutched his stomach and moaned, confirming Kevin’s worst fears. The person in the shadows had shot Howie, the person he loved most in the world.
Slowly, Kevin lowered his love to the ground, cradling his upper body against his own. His vision blurred and he realized he had tears in his eyes. Who would want to shoot Howie, the sweetest, most gentle person in the world? But when Kevin looked up to see such a monster, the shadow was gone.
Unable to do anything about the murderer, he turned his attention to the victim. Blood was covering the front of Howie’s shirt as he held his stomach with a blood soaked hand. His breathing was becoming ragged and his eyes were clenched in pain. Kevin began to panic. “Howie, open your eyes, look at me baby…”
Howie took a deep breath and opened his eyes, pain masking his normally warm chocolate eyes. Kevin struggled to keep his voice calm. “Howie, you have to stand up, he have to get you to the hospital.”
Howie slowly shook his head. “Kevin, I can’t…it hurts.”
Tears began to fall down Kevin’s cheeks, hearing the man he loved give up struck him to the heart. “Please,” Kevin stammered,” I don’t want to lose you.”
Howie closed his eyes again and despite the pain, he smiled that smile that was so enchanting, even now. “You’ll never lose me…ever, my love…” His breathing grew slower and he raised his hand to stroke Kevin’s cheek. “I…” Then his hand fell to his side and his breathing stopped.
With tears still falling, Kevin kissed Howie’s lips, which were no longer warm. “I love you too, angel.”
As the darkness closed around the parted lovers, in the alley over, the murdered stared at the gun in his hand. He had done it. He had killed the most perfect thing on Earth, the very thing he could never have. And now, he no longer wanted to live.
Slowly he raised the gun to his temple, whispering. “He may have been yours on earth, Kevin, but I will have him in heaven.”
And with a pull of the trigger, AJ Mclean took his own life.

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[danceintherain.livejournal.com]

i like how Brian actually WASN'T the victim this time. and wow, really good story!