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Jamie was shaking. He couldn't contain the idea - a man, dead, stabbed by Morrison. He shivered and climbed forward, hoping so hard that he was mistaken, that the man wasn't dead.

But he was. The moonlight shed in from the window and he could see the chalky white face of him. the man still had his eyes wide open, and looking like he was shocked. "no... no, no, no. this couldn't be it... you, you killed him..." he swallowed with difficulty, but that lump wouldn't go away. "that's... that's, Morrison please. please, you gotta pray to god, you have to... this is the evilest form of sin... we couldn't... Morrison?" he said, stopping his mumble seeing how pale the omega had become.

"no don't rub your face!" He yelled suddenly. the bloodied hand of Morrison's smeared the bloodstain all across his face, making him look more like a demon than a human. "stop right there!" he said, shakily getting to his feet, the priest rushed towards the tiny sink and frantically came back with a towel, wiping across his face with shaky hands. "no, so much blood.. so much blood, this shouldn't be, this shouldn't be how things are..." the priest's voice was broken, his lips quivered and tears streaked down his face.