Jail House Rock

Skye jumped out of his skin as the phone rung, he reached over and answered.
"H-h-hello..."

Reaching for his phone, the older man dialed his red head friends number.

Skye had seen exactly the same article, the guilt began to flood back. Huddling up he looked at the phone, thinking about handing himself over to the police.

The dark haired man heaved a sigh, knowing that they couldn't identify the killer was a loud off his mind. But then his mind began to loom over the subject. Finger prints!!! his mind growled as he thought the police might be able to find his fingerprints on the body. He let out a groan and slumped over holding his head in his hands.

"At the moment the police can't tell who killed him and won't release the cause of death"
The reporter then moved onto the next article.

Carlos began to curse as he sat up and lent in, listenning intently to the report.

"And next up is how a local teenager lead the police to the body of the local mafia muscle."
A picture was shown on the screen on the man who the red head had killed.
"Mr. Edwards has been missing for the past two days, no one had heard or seen from him since. This morning the teenager ran into the station shouting at the police about how he knew where he was..."

The dark haired male sat at home, no longer thinking about the incident that had passed. Laying with his arms behind his head on his sofa, he sat silently watching the news on his TV.

Days passed before the police found out. Finally sobering up the brunette realised what he'd done and had gone straight to the police.

Rolling his eyes, Carlos mock saluted the teenager back before climbing into his car and beginning to drive away.

Two hours later the body was completely covered. Saluting Carlos the teenager stumbled back towards his friends.

Leaning back with his arms crossed, the dark haired male glanced up at his car and considered leaving though he knew better than to leave a bunch of teenagers who were clearly high near a corpse.

The boy walked down and took the shovel from Carlos and started to toss the dirt over the body.

Rolling his eyes, he looked up from the dirt and saw the teenager. What could be the harm in getting a teenager to bury the body for him? Would mean less chance of getting arrested. "...Sure."

"Oi, wanna hand?" The teenager asked, not really all that bothered about what Carlos was trying to cover up at that moment in time.

He had heaved the body down onto the dirt as well as his shovel and had begun to dig a deep ditch, not really noticing anybody around.

Unfortunatly for Carlos someone did happen to notice, a group of teenagers sitting and doing things they shouldn't really have been doing.
Placing down a lit cigarette a brunette from the group walked towards where Carlos had stopped his car. Curiosity winning over, with the help of a thing called dope.

After dragging the body back to his home without too many weird looks, Carlos threw the body into the back seat of his car cringy at the thought of him thinking about it later. Placing a shovel on the back seat as well, he began to drive off to an abandonned construction site hoping to bury the body without being noticed.

Finally finding himself out of the city, Skye sat in quiet place and cried.

"H-hey!" The older male called out in a panicked voice and once again glanced at the body. It wasn't exactly pleasant leaving a corpse in the middle of the street. Heaving a sigh, Carlos began to drag the corpse away.

Skye just shook his head before turning and running as fast as he could away from the body and Carlos.

"Just cos they find it doesn't mean they'll know who killed him! Kinda hard when he pretty much drowned." Carlos hissed slightly, his eyes glancing at the body before quickly looking away.

"S-s-someone'll find it eventually!" The red head nearly shouted, his voice raising a few octives.
He couldn't help panicing, but if he wasn't careful before long it would turn into a fullyfledged panic attack.

"J-just calm down... Maybe we can quickly hide the body!" Carlos said rather quietly.

Skye managed to push himself up from the ground. He hadn't the foggiest what to do. He'd killed someone, actually killed someone. His whole body was shaking.
"I-I... I did it again...." Memories were flooding back from his childhood.