“You want to what?” Terrance asked.
“I want to arrest Kinney,” Clay told him. “You should see all the people he’s killed.”
“You are losing your mind,” Terrance told him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Clay explained his theory to his partner.
“No, I had that checked out,” Terrance said. “Look it doesn’t matter what really happened. There is nothing we can do. He has a tight alibi for all of them. When Bruce Ellis drowned Brian was with his coach, if you are going to blame someone of killing Sam Thompson, blame Michael, they used to go out, Kelly was a girl and Brian was with someone at the time of her accident. Kip Thomas moved to New York his body was found in New York,” Terrance shook his head and got up. “I don’t think he would have traveled that far to kill someone. Plus it was some kind of freakish sex accident.”
“He had a lawsuit going,” Clay pointed out.
“Which Kip Thomas stopped himself,” Terrance didn’t know what else to think as he looked at his partner.
“How about Chas Kennedy?” Clay asked. “He used to work with Brian.”
“I think he drowned or something,” Terrance told him. “And there is no motive.”
“What about the others?” Clay asked getting frustrated.
“Look,” Terrance said. “You were wrong about Justin and you are wrong about Brian.”
“I was wrong before but not now,” Clay sighed. “We have to do something.”
“Your theory has holes,” Terrance said. “The man is not superman; he cannot be in so many places at the same time.”
“Okay,” Clay sighed. “But there is something so wrong with this picture. One of them did it, I know it. You know that both boys are not above suspicion. I mean, did you check Justin out. His list is pretty weird too, people disappearing and having all kind of freaky accidents.”
Terrance pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think you are obsessed with the blond.”
“I am not!” Clay hissed.
“Maybe you don’t know it,” Terrance told him.
“That’s fucked up!” Clay told him. “Jesus. Fuck it! I’m leaving.”
Terrance watched him go and shook his head. He hoped that Clay didn’t get into any trouble because he was seeing things the way he wanted to.
***
Terrance stretched and yawned. He had eaten so much that he thought he was going to burst. He threw his trash in the bin and got up. He grabbed some files that he needed to archive when he saw Lindsay and Melanie. He recognized them from the case. He had talked to them before about Justin and Brian and all that was going on. He walked towards them wanting to know what was going on, coming closer he noticed that they looked pretty stressed.
“Excuse me,” Terrance said.
Melanie looked up at him. “Are you the one that’s going to help us?”
“I’m sorry,” Terrance frowned. “What’s going on?”
Lindsay covered her face and started crying.
“Our son is missing,” Melanie told him. “We can’t find him anywhere.”
“They won’t help us,” Lindsay sobbed.
Terrance walked over to the officer that was standing behind the front desk. “Can you tell me why you haven’t found someone to help them?”
The officer looked at the women and then at Detective Perry. “What am I supposed to do in a case like this? I already told Lawrence to come here and he said he was on his way.”
“It’s a kid we are talking about,” Terrance said.
“Yeah,” Officer McGuire said. “But you see they came here and reported to only checking on the kid after noticing that he wasn’t waking up, which is kind of negligent if you ask me. It was noon by then. If I wake up I would go check my son first thing in the morning no matter if he likes to sleep or not, you know to make sure he is still breathing.”
“Get to the point,” Terrance hissed.
“So, when the kid wasn’t in his bed they went over to the father’s house and they could not find him. They called the rest of the family and no one knew of his whereabouts,” the officer told Terrance everything that Lindsay and Melanie had told him. “So they assumed that the father has the kid.”
Terrance looked back at Melanie and Lindsay. He walked up to them and frowned. “I assumed that Brian gave his rights to you,” he knew about gay couples doing that all the time.
“No,” Melanie shook her head and her eyes watered. “He never signed anything. He didn’t want to.”
Terrance saw the problem now. “Fuck.”
“He can’t do this to us,” Lindsay covered her face again. “I want my son.”
Terrance frowned and started to think that maybe Clay was right and that he had scared Brian enough to make him run.
***
Brian took a deep breath as he kept his forehead resting on the wooden door. He wanted to go out there and see what the fuck had happened but it was too quiet. There was a knock at his door and he jumped back.
“Brian,” Joan whispered. “It’s me.”
Brian opened the door and stared at his mother with horror. “What...what did he do to you?”
Joan was crying and barely could move due to her injuries. She walked over to Brian but she fell down on her knees in front of him. “Please...please, Brian. Make him stop.”
Brian swallowed hard as he looked the blood on his mother’s face. He knew that it must hurt like a bitch. His father had hit him enough times for him to have a first hand experience on the matter. “What do you want me to do?”
Joan looked up and grabbed Brian’s hand. “You work...you work at a body shop. You can...” Joan closed her eyes and swallowed.
Brian pulled his hand back. “Are you crazy?”
“He’ll do it first,” Joan said. “He will kill us first if we don’t do something.”
Brian wished right then that he didn’t existed. He wished that he had some other family. He wanted to have a father that loved him and a mother that wouldn’t want to harm anyone.
“Brian,” Joan cried. “He killed your sister when she was still inside of me. She would have been so beautiful. She would have loved you so much.”
Brian swallowed hard.
“Please, Brian,” Joan begged. “No one has to know. It’s okay to do it because he’s harming us. We have to defend ourselves from whatever threatens us. It’s okay to do it, Brian. If something hurts you, the right thing to do is make it go away.”
Brian felt tears threatening to come out. His mother had given him the same speech since he was twelve.
“Joan!” Jack yelled as he stumbled around trying to find his wife.
Joan tensed and looked back as Jack appeared in front of them.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Jack asked and took a sip from the bottle of alcohol he was holding. He took a step forward and grabbed Joan by the hair. “I’m not done with you, you fucking whore!”
Brian ran over to him. “Leave her alone!”
Jack pushed Brian away. Brian punched him hard. Jack threw Joan on the floor and went after Brian. He punched the brunet twice until Brian fell on the floor.
“Brian,” Joan said trying to reach for her son.
“Show some respect Sonny boy,” Jack hissed taking a step towards Brian.
Brian got up and made a fist. “Go ahead. Try it!”
Jack smirked and turned around. He grabbed Joan by an arm and pulled her with him.
Brian tasted the blood in his mouth and felt the tears on his face. For the rest of the night he heard his mother crying and screaming for Jack to stop. And Brian made his mind up.
***
“How is he doing?” Wendy asked as she took a sip of her coffee.
Jennifer looked at Justin who was sitting in a chair drawing. “He’s much better.”
“I’m happy that he didn’t die in that awful accident,” Wendy said. “I just...”
“What?” Jennifer asked noticing that her sister was hesitant to tell her something.
“He didn’t come back all there,” Wendy told him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know how else to say it.”
“What are you saying?” Jennifer asked.
“All these fits that he has are not normal,” Wendy told her.
“He’s just coping,” Jennifer told her. “It’s hard. He has had to work so hard.”
“If you say so,” Wendy looked at Justin and felt a bad vibe from the boy.
Justin stopped drawing for a second and stared at his Aunt. He got up and both women looked at Justin. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
Jennifer nodded.
Justin walked away and headed to the bathroom. He never went inside thought. He just kept walking until he reached his Aunt’s bedroom. He watched for a few seconds as Kit, his aunt’s cat slept on the bed. He went over to it and started patting it. “She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know shit about me. There is nothing wrong with me,” he hissed and his hands wrapped around the cats neck. In seconds he snapped the cat’s neck and was gone from the room. He went to the bathroom and came out. He sat down and then stared at his aunt.
“Justin,” Jennifer said after a while that Justin had been staring. “Justin!”
Justin looked at his mom. He was blinking fast. He looked confused as he stared at her.
“Justin, are you okay?” Jennifer asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Justin told her. “Did you say something?”
Jennifer closed her eyes briefly. “No, honey. Go back to drawing its good for your motor skills.”
Justin nodded and grabbed his pencil. He kept on drawing a picture of his sister.
“What’s wrong with him?” Wendy asked.
“He has black outs sometimes,” Jennifer explained. “A side effect from the accident. The doctor told us that certain parts of his brain couldn’t cope with certain things and he just kind of shuts down and deals with them in his own way. I don’t know. It’s really confusing.”
Wendy nodded and stared back at Justin. She kept thinking that the boy came back wrong.
***
Brian smiled as he picked a rose from the street vendor. He paid the man and started walking to school. It was Saturday but he had swimming practice on Saturdays. When he reached the pool a few of his teammates were already there. He looked around for Bruce but he didn’t see the guy.
“Okay,” the coach shouted. “Everyone get in the pool.”
Brian went to the locker room to change. He put his things inside and made sure not to harm the rose. Then he froze completely when he heard Bruce’s laughter. He walked slowly to the showers and he wanted to die when he saw Bruce and some other guy kissing.
“Brian,” Bruce said startled and pulled back.
Brian backed away and walked back to his locker. He sat down and just stared at the floor.
“Go outside,” Bruce said to the guy he was with. Then he went over to Brian. “Brian.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Brian told him.
“Look,” Bruce said.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Brian said again. “I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Let me explain first,” Bruce tried again.
“No,” Brian shook his head. “Just go.”
“I’m sorry,” Bruce told him. “I was going to tell you.”
Brian shut his eyes. It wasn’t true. Bruce was not leaving him.
“I fell in love with him,” Bruce sighed. “It’s not you, Brian.”
Brian got up and walked out. Bruce tried to stop him but Brian just punched him in the face.
“You two!” the coach yelled. “You are going to stay after practice and do fifty laps each. I don’t care how tired you get!”
When everyone left they were still there doing laps. The coach had gone to his office to do some paperwork. He knew how much time it would take the boys to do their laps.
“Aren’t you going to keep on going?” Bruce asked when Brian stopped half way through.
Brian kept quiet.
Bruce shook his head. “Your problem,” then he kept going until he finished. He was exhausted.
“Bruce,” Brian said when Bruce had finished and was holding on to the edge of the pool trying to catch his breath.
“What?” Bruce asked looking up.
“What did I do wrong?” Brian asked him.
“Nothing, Brian,” Bruce shrugged. “I just don’t love you.”
Brian glared at the man and felt something deep inside of him snap. Brian pushed him down in the water. Bruce pulled back and Brian fell inside the pool with him.
“You fucking asshole!” Bruce yelled.
Brian was behind the man. He submerged and pulled Bruce down by the legs. Bruce hit his face against the cement and started bleeding. Brian held him while Bruce tried to reach the surface. Then Bruce body was still and Brian let him go. Then he got out and grabbed his towel. He went to his locker and grabbed his stuff. He went to the coach’s office to tell him he was done and that Bruce was still doing a couple of laps. Then he stayed in the office talking to his coach about the up coming events.
***
The bell rang and everyone went to their respective classrooms. Justin stayed at his locker pretending that he was searching for something. When the coast was clear he closed his locker and walked over to Chris who was just standing there.
“I’m here,” Justin told him.
“I can see that,” Chris looked around making sure that no one was watching them.
Justin smiled as he stood in front of Chris. “What is it that you want to tell me?”
“Look,” Chris took a deep breath. “I thought things through.”
“Yeah?” Justin asked. “About us?”
“Yeah,” Chris scratched just above his left eye.
“Are we are going to do it?” Justin asked in a low voice even thought there wasn’t anyone around.
Chris shook his head. “No.”
Justin’s face fell. “Why not?” Justin asked.
“Because,” Chris took a step back away from Justin. “I’m not a fag like you.”
Justin was so fucking hurt. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do,” Chris hissed. “I don’t want to ever see you.”
“But we kissed,” Justin protested. “You and I are made for each other.”
“No,” Chris told him. “Leave me the fuck alone or I will tell anyone that you like taking it up the ass.”
“Why are you being so mean?” Justin asked. “I thought that we...”
“You thought wrong,” Chris said dryly and pushed Justin back. Then he started walking away from the blond.
Justin looked at the floor not wanting to believe it. He was crying like a baby due to Chris’s disregard for him. He looked at Chris and started walking towards him. He ran to catch up to Chris and when Chris turned around to yell at Justin to leave him the fuck alone; Justin pushed him hard.
Chris didn’t have time to react or think what the fuck was going on as he fell down the stairs. When he opened his eyes again his whole body was aching. He could see a blurry vision of Justin standing above him.
“You are bleeding now,” Justin muttered. “I guess love really fucking hurts,” he spat out. He kicked Chris with all his might on the head before he turned around and went to take his class.
He sat down and Daphne smirked at him. She knew what was going on with him and Chris. Justin opened his notebook and stared straight ahead.
“Justin,” Daphne shook her friend.
Justin blinked and looked at her. “What?”
“It’s time to leave,” Daphne told him.
“Okay,” Justin said. “Did you take notes? I think I spaced out again.”
“Sure no prob...” she never finished talking as they heard someone screaming.
Daphne ran with the rest of the student to see what was going on. When she managed to see something she covered her mouth. “Oh god.”
Justin pushed her aside and looked. His eyes opened wide and he started crying. “Chris!”
Jason was kneeling in front of his friend. “Call an ambulance. Can you hear me?” he asked his friend.
“Man,” another student said. “He’s dead. Look at all this blood.”
Justin turned around and started running. Daphne went after him. She finally caught up with him once they were outside.
“Please stop,” Daphne said holding to one of Justin’s arms like her life depended on it.
“Daphne!” Justin sobbed. “It can’t be. No!”
Daphne hugged him as Justin dropped to the floor.
“He can’t be dead!” Justin cried. “I love him. I love him so much.”
Daphne could only hold on to him and they cried together.
***
Brian looked at Kelly like she was nuts. “I never fucking touched you!”
“He did,” Kelly yelled back and then buried her face on her father’s chest. “I told him so many times that I didn’t want to.”
Brian couldn’t believe it. “She’s fucking lying.”
“Okay,” the Dean said. “We need to solve this problem.”
“I want him out of this school,” Mr. Jupiter yelled. “Look at what he did to my daughter.”
“The bitch is fucking lying,” Brian hissed. “I didn’t touch her. She’s doing this because I didn’t want to fuck her.”
“Brian,” the Dean said. “Let me talk to them first,” he was sure that Brian hadn’t done anything. The guy was a good student. It wouldn’t be the first time where students brought false accusations to his office.
Brian shook his head and headed out of the office. He left the place and went to his car. He just sat there trying to think of something to do. After he saw Mr. Jupiter and Kelly leaving he went to talk with the Dean.
“Brian,” Charles said rubbing his chin. “Things aren’t looking too good for you.”
“I didn’t do it,” Brian told him. “I swear.”
The Dean sighed. “She has marks and she said that she managed to run away with the condom you used.”
“That’s bullshit,” Brian said getting up.
“Brian,” Charles sat down. “At these parties you start drinking. Maybe you just were out of control, not yourself.”
“I would still know how to distinguish cock from pussy!” Brian told him.
Charles looked shocked. “You are gay.”
“Yes,” Brian told him. “I was with someone that night. Now what? So she took the damn condom. I don’t know.”
“Who were you with?” Charles asked.
Brian frowned. “I can’t say. I promised.”
Charles shook his head. “That’s not good enough Brian. They can say you are only proclaiming to be gay to get out of this mess.”
Brian got up. “I’ll go talk to him and see if he wants to help me with my alibi.”
The Dean nodded. “Good luck Brian.”
Brian went back to his car. He sat there for a long time. Then he decided on his next course of action. He went over to Kelly’s house. He had been there once when they formed a study group. He watched the house for a long while and when Mr. Jupiter got out he decided to go in.
“Brian!” Kelly gasped as Brian stood in front of her.
“Why are you lying?” Brian asked.
“I’m not!” Kelly hissed. “You raped me.”
“And to think I liked you,” Brian shook his head.
“You did?” Kelly asked.
Brian took a step forward and nodded.
Kelly’s lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry, Brian. You...turned me down!”
“Fuck you!” Brian hissed and punched her.
Kelly fell back and hit her head. She was unconscious instantly.
Brian took a deep breath and stared at her. “You made me do this. You!” he moved to the window and took out his lighter. He stepped back after he lighted up the curtains. He watched as the fire started consuming them. Then he made his way out burning everything he could not leaving an exit for her. He went back to his car. He watched in silence as the fire got bigger and bigger.
He started his car and left the place when all he could see was a big ball of fire. He arrived at the dorm and went to his friend’s room.
“Brian,” Alec said smiling. He looked out of the room both ways. “Come on in.”
Brian looked at his watch. “It’s only seven,” he lied. “I think it’s time for a lot of fun.”
Alec smiled and moaned when Brian started kissing him. He didn’t even bother to look at the clock on the wall that said it was nine.
When the cops came asking if Brian was there he said that they had been studying all night from seven o’clock and that was the end of that.
***
“Mom, can I stay with Daphne tonight?” Justin asked.
“Sure, honey,” Jennifer told him.
Justin smiled at his mother and turned to look at his sister that left the kitchen. “I am going to do some homework.”
Jennifer nodded and kept on preparing dinner. Craig got home and went to kiss his wife. They talked for a while and then he went to freshen up before dinner.
“This is really good,” Craig told her when they were all sitting down.
“Can I go please?” Molly asked.
“You barely ate,” Jennifer pointed out.
“I’m stuffed,” Molly assured her.
“Let her go,” Craig said.
Molly smiled and left.
“We have to talk, Justin,” Craig said to his son.
“What about?” Justin asked.
“Mrs. Brockton called me yesterday,” Craig said.
Justin’s skin ran cold.
“She told me that she caught you and her son kissing,” Craig hissed.
Jennifer opened her eyes wide. “What?”
“So what?” Justin asked squaring his shoulders.
Craig got up from his chair. “I won’t have this. Do you hear me?”
Justin got up and started to walk away. Craig stopped him and turned him around.
“Let me go,” Justin protested.
“I won’t have a faggot for a son,” Craig told him and shook him hard.
“Well, I am!” Justin yelled as his eyes watered. He was scared to say the least.
Craig brought his hand back and slapped Justin. Then he pushed him against the wall. “Get the fuck out of my house!”
Jennifer got up to go to Justin.
“Jennifer,” Craig growled and his wife froze on the spot.
Justin got up and looked at them.
“Get the fuck out and don’t come back until my son returns,” Craig was red with anger.
“I’m your son!” Justin shouted.
Craig punched him on the gut. “No, Justin. You are a faggot! Now get the fuck out of here.”
Justin ran out of the house. He went to his Mom’s car and picked the bag he had made to stay with Daphne for the night. He walked away from his house in direction of Daphne’s house. He walked slowly as he cried. He wanted to let it all out. He eventually got to Daphne’s house, exhausted emotionally and physically.
Daphne opened the door and crossed her arms. “You are late Justin.”
“I’m not,” Justin told her as he went inside with the bag.
“It’s nine twelve,” Daphne told him.
“Jesus,” Justin said as he turned to look at her. “That can’t be considered as me being late.”
“Yes it can,” Daphne told him.
“No,” Justin dropped his things on the floor.
“At nine and one minute it can be called late,” Daphne said.
“Just drop it, Daphne,” Justin told her. “So I’m late.”
“I just wanted you to accept it,” Daphne smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “We have a schedule to follow.”
Justin laughed. “We’ll get to watch the movies. I’m staying the night, remember?”
“Fine,” Daphne said.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Justin told her.
“Okay,” Daphne said. “But make it quick,” she then went to the living room.
Justin went to the second floor and opened the door to the bathroom. He got inside and started the shower. He was about to take off his shirt when he saw that part of his face was somewhat reddish. He could still hear his father’s words. He felt so awful knowing that his parents didn’t want him.
He made a fist just thinking about it. He was so angry with them. He didn’t think when he snuck out of Daphne’s room through the window. He walked back to his house. When he got there Justin opened the backdoor and got inside. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and went to his parent’s room. When he opened the door they were both sleeping. He walked to his father’s side and put the knife at his throat.
Craig’s eyes opened slowly. He blinked a few times and then started at Justin. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I hate you,” Justin spat out and in a fluent motion he slid Craig’s throat. Then he started stabbing him on the chest. “I hate you so much for not loving me.”
Jennifer sat up when she felt the bed shaking and looked at Justin. “No,” she gasped when she took in the whole picture. “What have you done?!”
“You let him,” Justin hissed and grabbed her by the hair. Then he stabbed her in the middle of the chest again and again. He pulled back and looked at them before he turned around and went down the hall. He stopped in front of his sister’s bedroom. He heard the lock and then his sister was running. He turned around to go to his room.
With the knife in his hands he slashed his bed and the pillows and everything that was in his way. Then he went to do the same in her sister’s room. When he was done he went back to his room and grabbed some clothes that he threw in a bag. He left the house the same way he had come. He walked fast until he reached one of the streets where the bums lived. He got changed there and then put the knife and the bloody clothes in the bag. He started walking until he found a fire in one of the metal street cans and he threw his thing in there. The fire seemed to come to life a little bit more.
“Thanks,” someone muttered from the side.
Justin never turned back he just ran to Daphne’s house. He got in through the bathroom window and then took his clothes off to jump back inside the shower. He soaped all over again and again. Then he got out and toweled himself. He got dressed and joined Daphne.
“Justin!” Daphne complained. “I thought you had become a fish,” she joked but then saw that he wasn’t talking. “Justin.”
Justin stayed quiet just looking at the floor.
“What happened?” Daphne asked worried. “Did something happen to your dick?” she asked. “You were just taking a shower. A very long shower by the way.”
Justin looked at her and arched a brow. “What?”
“Jesus fuck, Justin!” Daphne shook her head. She grabbed the remote control. “You blacked out again.”
Justin sighed. “I hate when that happens.”
Daphne nodded and hit play. “It’s okay. I entertained myself doing some of my homework.”
“What did I do?” Justin asked her.
“I don’t know,” Daphne said. “Jerked off again and again.”
The both of them looked at each other and laughed.
***
Brian opened the door to his loft and let Michael in. “Hey, what the fuck happened to you.”
Michael went straight to the mini bar. Brian frowned and closed the door. He followed his friend and put his hand on Michael’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” Michael yelled. “Don’t you ever touch me!”
Brian was surprised. “It’s me, Mikey.”
Michael dropped the glass of J.B. that he had served himself and his eyes watered.
“Come here,” Brian grabbed Michael’s arm slowly and walked with him to the bed. “What happened?”
Michael shook his head. Brian could see a couple of bruises on Michael’s neck. He opened the buttons on Michael’s shirt.
“Jesus fuck,” Brian said. “Did he do this to you?” he knew that Sam liked to hit Michael.
Michael threw himself at Brian. He held on tightly.
“Tell me,” Brian said.
“He just got so mad,” Michael said. “I didn’t do anything.”
Brian held him.
“He...he...hit me so hard and then...he raped me, Brian!” Michael sobbed. “I tried to stop him. I did.”
“It’s okay,” Brian said. He stayed with Michael until his friend fell asleep. Then he went to see Sam.
“What do you want?” Sam asked when he opened the door. “Did he send you?”
“No,” Brian told him. “I came all on my own.”
Sam went back and sat down in his chair. “You can fuck off, Brian.”
“He won’t press charges,” Brian told him and kept his hands behind his back.
Sam chuckled. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You had fun with him, didn’t you?” Brian asked. “You sick fuck.”
Sam laughed. “Fuck off, Brian.”
Brian smirked. “It won’t be that easy. You see, Mikey’s my best friend. Like a brother to me and if something happens to him it’s as if it were happening to me.”
Sam got up from the chair. “Get out of my apartment.”
“When things happen to me, Sam, I get pissed. It’s like a sickness that I have or something. It all started with my own father but don’t worry lovely Joan taught me how to deal with him,” Brian related as he pulled a bat from behind him.
Sam frowned and took a step back.
“So, I know just how to deal with you,” Brian said in a dangerous voice.
“What do you think you are doing?” Sam asked.
“I’m really clumsy sometimes,” Brian said and swung at the stereo.
“You asshole!” Sam yelled and tried to go after Brian but the brunet swung at him. Sam took a step back and reached for the phone.
Brian hit the television next. Then he heard Sam talking on the phone and he went after him. He hit Sam in the head. Then he watched as the man screamed in pain. He hit the phone that had fallen on the floor. Then he went around the apartment breaking everything he could. Then he went back to where Sam was lying on the floor. He didn’t hesitate when he lifted the bat over and over again. When he was done he just opened the door and went home.
Michael was in the bed when Brian came back. He saw Brian enter with blood on his clothes and on the bat he was holding.
“Brian,” Michael gasped. “What did you do?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Brian said as he started to undress.
“God,” Michael shut his eyes.
“It’s going to be okay,” Brian assured him as he got in the bed with Michael.
“What did you do?” Michael asked crying.
“I took care of it,” Brian assured him.
***
“Justin you have to let me out sooner or later,” Kenny said.
Justin stayed silent.
“We are lost,” Kenny yelled.
“Shut up!” Justin hissed.
“I can’t believe this,” Kenny told him. “You turned out to be a complete asshole.”
“You are the one that used me,” Justin said stopping in the middle of the road.
“I never said we would be together,” Kenny said. “We haven’t even fucked! What the fuck did you expect?” Kenny opened the door to the car. He should have known it was a bad idea to think that Justin would drop him off at Zack’s house.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked as Kenny started to take his things out of the car.
“Getting away from you,” Kenny hissed. “It’s over. You are just a kid to me.”
Justin started crying. “I thought you loved me.”
“I guess you were wrong,” Kenny told him.
Justin got out of the car. “Kenny please, Daphne is waiting. I wanted to surprise her with you.”
“I never asked you to be my boyfriend,” Kenny hissed. “We just kissed a couple of times. Jesus fuck!”
“You said you liked me,” Justin pointed out. “And you touched me.”
“Yes but,” Kenny sighed. “Look Justin. I want to be with Zach. I’m sorry.”
Justin stayed there and watched as Kenny pulling out everything from the car. He went to hug him and Kenny pushed him back. Justin landed on his back hitting his shoulder hard. He groaned and sat up.
“I’ll find a way to go back,” Kenny told him. “Just stay the fuck away from me.”
Justin looked down and saw a fairly big rock. He got up and picked it up. “If you want it that way.”
“I do,” Kenny assured him as he bent down to make sure he had everything.
“Kenny,” Justin muttered.
“What?” Kenny asked turning around.
Justin hit him hard with the rock. When Kenny fell back Justin went after him and finished bashing his head in. He then pulled the body inside the thick mass of trees. He did the same with Kenny’s luggage and he got in his car. No one would ever find Kenny ever again.
Justin started driving without looking back. Half an hour later he stopped and looked around not sure where he was. He looked at the empty seat and frowned. He remembered he was supposed to pick Kenny up at his house. “Shit,” Justin cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s going to kill me.” He used his phone and called Kenny but the man wasn’t answering him. So, he called his house and his mother answered. “Hi, can I speak with Kenny.”
“He’s not here,” she told him. “He’s staying with his boyfriend.”
Justin was going to say it was him when Kenny’s mother mentioned someone else.
“Zack, do you know him? Are you friends with him? You can call him there,” she assured Justin.
Justin hung up and felt lost. He thought that he and Kenny had something going. He started crying realizing that the man had made a fool out of him. He dialed Daphne’s number but she wasn’t answering. He needed help at that precise moment. “Fuck, what the hell is going on?!” he asked himself feeling very alone and confused.
Justin sighed as he looked at the arrow which was bright red and signaled what he already knew, he was running on empty. He dialed Daphne's number again and sent a prayer that she would answer.
"Hello," Daphne answered in a sleepy voice.
"You have got to help me Daphne!" Justin yelled into the phone. "I am in the middle of nowhere!"
***
Kip walked over to open the door. He smirked when he saw Brian standing there. “Well, look who it is.”
“Can I come in?” Brian asked.
Kip stepped aside smiling from ear to ear. He was sure that Brian came to beg him.
“We need to talk,” Brian told him.
“About,” Kip asked and raised a brow.
Brian glared at him and Kip chuckled. “We both know that you are lying.”
“That’s not true, Brian,” Kip told him. “What I know is that you took advantage of me.”
“Hardly,” Brian looked around the apartment. “Are you alone?”
“Do you have something in mind?” Kip asked smirking.
Brian walked up to him and put his hand on Kip’s shoulder. “Yes, I do.”
Kip smiled thinking that Brian was going to fuck him as a way of begging him to dismiss the lawsuit. He had to admit that Brian was hot and he wouldn’t mind another go at it.
Brian pushed Kip back as hard as he could. Then he got on top of him. “Let’s play a game.”
“You hurt me,” Kip hissed. “You’re such an asshole.”
Brian pulled a scarf from his jacket. That’s when Kip noticed that Brian was wearing gloves.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kip asked and tried to get away.
Brian let him and when Kip was on his knees getting up he wrapped the scarf around the man’s neck. “Relax, Kip. We are only starting.”
“Let me go,” Kip tried to move away but then Brian’s hold on him would tighten so he just stayed still. “What...what do you want?”
Brian moved around with him and sat him down on a chair. “Do you have a cell phone?”
Kip nodded.
“Where is it?” Brian asked.
“In my pocket,” Kip told him.
“Take it out,” Brian waited. “Good boy. Now call your lawyer and tell him that you are retiring the charges.”
“What do you think this is going to accomplish?” Kip asked. “He’s not stupid. He is going to know that I am being threatened or something.”
“You are,” Brian told him. “Now do it. I don’t care how you convince your lawyer but make it good. Tell him you are going to move to New York. Ah, yes, a job offer or something.”
Kip closed his eyes and dialed the known number. “Hi, Millie,” he said. “Can you put Scott on? It’s Kip Thomas.”
Brian waited patiently. When Kip was done he told him to put his cell phone back in his pockets. Then he made Kip get up and took him to the bedroom where he tied him up.
It took him about two weeks but he managed to pack all of Kips stuff. He rented a place pretending to be Kip Thomas over the phone and he got it. He moved everything into said apartment. Kip was still alive when it all took place. Brian made sure off that. Then he moved Kip to New York.
“What are we doing here?” Kip asked when Brian took the gag off.
“This is your apartment,” Brian told him smiling.
“Bullshit,” Kip hissed.
“It is,” Brian told him. “You moved here a week ago. You sent your resume to different agencies here in New York and oddly enough two of them called. You have an appointment tomorrow. Isn’t that great?”
“You are sick,” Kip spat out.
Brian walked over to him and undid Kip’s pants.
“What are you doing?” Kip asked.
“Get up,” Brian told him. “Do it or you won’t like what’s going to happen.”
Kip’s eyes watered as he got up.
“Now get in that chair,” Brian told him.
“Brain,” Kip begged.
“Do it,” Brian commanded.
Kip got up in the chair. Brian grabbed another chair and stood behind him. He took a scarf out of his pocket and tied around Kip’s neck and the fan hanging from the ceiling.
Kip was sweating, scared of what Brian was doing.
“I’m going to untie you and you are going to masturbate yourself,” Brian instructed him.
“You are sick,” Kip told him.
“I know,” Brian admitted. “But you are still going to do it.”
Kip closed his eyes as he started to masturbate in front of Brian. He didn’t know what the brunet wanted but he was cooperating as best as he could.
“This is a nice life you are going to have here,” Brian told him. “Great apartment and I’m sure you will make great friends.”
Kip stared at Brian like he was crazy, but didn’t say anything.
“Kip, you better cum soon,” Brian told him.
“Now what?” Kip asked trying to catch his breath.
Brian pushed the chair from under Kip. Kip’s eyes widened as he tried to undo the knot around his neck but it was useless. When his body stopped moving Brian picked the chair he had used to stand behind Kip and pushed back into its place.
“Bye, Kip,” Brian muttered as he took out his keys to drive back home.
***
Penn smiled as he stepped out of the loft. He turned around to look at Brian. “Can I call you sometime?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Brian arched a brow and then closed the door.
Penn shrugged and smiled nonetheless. Brian had been the best fuck of his life so far. He lifted up of the door to the elevator. He was surprised to see the same blond that had been there earlier. “Hey, are you okay?” Penn stepped inside.
Justin had been crying. “I came here to...to kill him.”
Penn opened his eyes wide. “Hey, relax.”
“I was so mad at him,” Justin explained. “But I love him so much that I can’t do it.”
Penn saw that Justin had a weapon in his hands. “Where did you get that?”
“I keep it in my car for protection,” Justin told him. “It’s also an art tool.”
“I see,” Penn put his hands on his hips. “Man, you need to forget about Brian.”
“I’m not going to kill him now,” Justin said. “I thought it through.”
“Thank god,” Penn said and lowered the door and then hit the first floor. “There are more guys in the world.”
“Yeah,” Justin said. “But I want Brian.”
Penn looked at Justin and then shook his head. “He’s not worth it.”
Justin stayed quiet. Then he moved towards Penn. “Don’t say that,” he said very sternly. “He’s amazing.”
“Was he your first?” Penn asked smirking. “He had you now and you’re old news.”
Justin stabbed the guy. Penn looked down in shock. He pushed Justin back and he fell down on the floor.
“You are insane!” Penn shouted.
“He would have fucked me if you hadn’t been here,” Justin hissed. “It’s all your fault.”
Penn shook his head and tried to get up but Justin had other ideas.
***
Chas turned around and looked up at Brian. “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you know I was here?”
Brian smiled as he took of his shades. He had followed the man. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“About what?” Chas asked as he walked to the steps of the pool.
“Don’t get out on my account,” Brian told him.
Chas got out and walked to the mini bar. “Look, I know why you are here.”
“Oh yeah?” Brian asked.
“Vance told you that he was going to give me your job pretty soon,” Chas smiled at Brian. “All I need to do is get a few more accounts.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know that I can win.”
Chas smirked and asked, “if you are so sure why are you here?”
“Well,” Brian crossed his arms. “The thing is that I am not even going to try. You know sometimes you get to that point where you have forced yourself and proved yourself enough times that you are the best. Plus I have a boyfriend now and I really don’t have time for this stupid competition.”
“So,” Chas walked over to Brian. “You are just giving me your place. Are you retiring or something?”
“No,” Brian shook his head. “I’m retiring you.”
“You can’t fire me,” Chas protested.
“I’m not going to fire you,” Brian told him.
Chas took a sip of his drink and went back to the mini bar. “Brian, I think you have lost it.”
Brian walked over to Chas and smirked. “A long time ago, you really have no idea.”
Chas stiffened as Brian stood behind him.
“Mmm,” Brian got closer to Chas. “You like me, don’t you?”
“No,” Chas protested but his body trembled when Brian’s cock rubbed against him.
“I wasn’t wrong about you,” Brian told him.
“Brian,” Chas moaned when Brian started kissing his neck. “This isn’t going to change anything.”
“I know it will not,” Brian told him.
Chas hands grabbed hold on to Brian’s thighs.
“You know,” Brian said. “I used to be in the swimming team.”
“Yeah?” Chas asked with his head thrown back on Brian’s shoulder as Brian grabbed hold of his cock.
“Yes,” Brian whispered. He started moving them to the edge of the pool. “I quit after one of my friends had an accident.”
“Oh god,” Chas moaned and pushed his butt back into Brian’s cock.
“Do you want to know what happened?” Brian asked and licked from the base of Chas neck to behind his ear.
“What?” Chas asked.
“Let me show you,” Brian said gripping Chas hair tight and then slamming the body against the edge of the pool.
Chas body hit the water as blood was coming out of his nose and mouth. Brian started at the blood in the edge of the pool and then at Chas’ body as it sunk to the bottom.
“He had a freak accident,” Brian said as he looked at Chas. “Pretty much like yours,” he put his shades back on and looked at his watch. After twenty minutes he left the place.
***
Justin smiled as he zipped his pants. “You were good,” he kissed the guy in front of him.
“Thanks,” the boy was just a teen. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“I can’t,” Justin told him. “I have to go home.”
The guy just nodded. “Some other time.”
Justin nodded. “I’ll see you around.”
The guy nodded and walked away from Justin and back to Babylon. Justin looked at the dark alley and swallowed. He started walking and stopped when he saw two men fighting each other. There was an older guy towering over the boy.
“Oh god,” Justin whispered but didn’t stop in time to avoid arousing suspicion. He hit a can of beer that rolled closer to the two men.
One of the men ran away. Justin took a deep breath and moved closer to the one that was on the floor moving really slowly.
“Are you okay?” Justin said as he knelt on the floor.
“He gave me...something...and...” the guy could barely breath.
Justin turned around and came face to face with Jason Kemp. “You are him, the guy that Brian left me for.”
Jason grabbed Justin’s shirt and the blond slapped his hand away.
“You asshole,” Justin growled. He looked down and took Jason’s belt off. He then started to strangle the man. He didn’t stop until Jason didn’t move. “That’s what you deserve you fucking whore!” Then he got up and left with the belt in his hands. His cell phone rang and he picked it up.
“It’s me,” Michael said.
Justin stopped walking and looked around. “What?”
“Where are you?” Michael asked.
“I’m at the loft,” Justin said and resumed walking.
“I’m going there then,” Michael announced.
“I thought that Ben had taken you home,” Justin said.
“He did,” Michael grabbed some papers. “But I have an idea for the comic.”
“Okay,” Justin told him and hung up. He walked to the loft and when he got there he took off his clothes and went to take a shower.
He came out and put something on and then someone was knocking on the door. He went to open it and looked at Michael with an arched brow.
“Can I come in?” Michael asked.
“What are you doing here?” Justin asked him but moved aside.
“What are you talking about?” Michael asked. “I told you I was coming. It’s Brian here yet?”
“No,” Justin told him and wondered when the fuck had Michael told him he was coming over.
When they were done Michael gathered his thing to leave.
“Is this yours?” Justin asked finding it when he grabbed grabbing his clothes. He was trying to clean up before Brian got home and started another fight about his cleaning habits.
Michael grabbed the belt. “No.”
“One of Brian’s tricks probably left it here,” Justin said.
“I’ll give it to Hunter,” Michael said. “So he doesn’t complain that I never get him anything.”
Justin nodded and watched him go. He decided to just go to bed. It was pretty late.
Back where Jason’s body lay was a man staring at the deceased body. “Well fuck me,” Brian said as he continued to stare at Jason’s body. He had watched all that had happened from afar.
***
Justin walked out of Michael’s store when he received a call. He looked at the number and smiled. “Hey Daph.”
“Where are you?” Daphne asked.
“I’m with Michael,” Justin said.
“Fuck,” Michael said. “I forgot something. Be right back.”
Justin nodded and kept walking to where they had parked the cars. “Are you staying with Brian tonight?”
“I don’t know,” Justin told her. “Let’s hope he asks me.”
“I’m going to go out,” Daphne said. “So if you come home there is food in the fridge.”
“Yes, mother,” Justin laughed.
“I’m just trying to help you,” Daphne told him. “Be careful.”
“Okay, you too,” Justin hung up and wondered what was taking Michael so long. Then someone pushed him on the floor. “Michael,” he protested but when he turned around it wasn’t Michael. He just froze on the spot.
The guy that had attacked Justin took out a knife and moved closer. “This is where I gut you like a pig.”
Justin shook his head. He wanted to move but couldn’t. When the guy was just hovering around Justin tried to push him away. The guy lifted the knife and stabbed him on the arm.
“Ah,” Justin gasped his eyes almost bulged out of his head when he felt the pain. His hand automatically went to the wound and he applied pressure trying to opaque the pain.
Then the guy stabbed three more times before he ran away to his car. He took of the mask and took deep breaths. He gripped the steering wheel and sniffed. He wasn’t going to cry, he just needed to wait. Everything was going to be just fine. He stayed there for the longest time. He couldn’t move or think about what he should do next. Then his phone started ringing. “Yeah?”
“Brian,” Michael said. “I’m at the hospital and I need you here.”
“I’m on my way,” Brian told him starting the car. He was in the hospital in seconds. He saw Michael sitting in one of the chairs and he walked over to him with his heart on his throat. “Michael.”
Michael looked up and rubbed his face. “Jesus Brian.”
“What’s going on?” Brian asked. “Are you okay?”
Michael nodded. “It’s not me.”
“What happened?” Brian asked. “It’s Vic okay?”
Michael got up quietly and added, “is Justin.”
Brian swallowed hard and looked away from his friend. He looked at the floor, the room suddenly spinning. “Tell me he is okay,” his frightened voice demanded.
“He’s okay,” Michael muttered still not believing everything that had happened.
“Tell me what happen,” Brian said.
“Someone tried to kill him,” Michael said acidly.
Brian took a step back as he saw the blood covering Michael. “What the fuck happened?”
“It happened when we were closing the store,” Michael said making two fists.
“And you called me now!” Brian screamed.
Michael grabbed Brian by the collar. “You are a fucking asshole! Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?”
“What’s going on here?” Clay asked as he approached them.
Brian pushed Michael away. “Nothing,” he muttered.
Michael shook his head. “I’m just mad because Justin got hurt and none of us was there for him. It’s my fault,” he said quietly. He looked at Brian and then down at the floor.
“I see,” Williamson said as he looked from one man to the other.
“Yeah,” Michael said. “I’m sorry, Brian.”
Brian fixed his shirt. “I’m going to go see Justin.”
Clay watched him go and then turned to Michael. “Did you see anyone?”
“No,” Michael said sitting down again.
Clay nodded. “Did Justin say anything?” he questioned.
“He called to me a few times,” Michael sighed. “Do you guys have anything? Any clues or leads?”
“We are working on it,” Clay assured him. He wasn’t allowed to say anything else.
Michael nodded and got up. He just needed to get out of there. He didn’t want to even think of the ramifications to everyone if Justin had died.
“Is there anything else you can tell me?” Clay asked him.
“No,” Michael told him quickly. “I have to go. I have to tell the others what happen.”
“I have a phone,” Clay suggested.
Michael shook his head. “I have to go change.”
“That can wait a while longer,” Clay said. “I really need to ask you some questions now that the incident is fresh in your mind.”
“Incident?” Michael asked pissed. “Attempted murder is more like it!”
Clay didn’t looked fazed at Michael’s harsh tone.
“And fuck you. I have nothing to say to you,” Michael told him walking away. He went to Brian’s loft. The brunet had to show up sooner or later.
“Michael,” Brian said startled when he got in the loft some time later. “I came to pick some of Justin’s things.”
“You are an idiot,” Michael said.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Brian told him.
Michael pushed Brian against the wall. “You know damn well. I know you. You are my fucking best friend!”
“I had to!” Brian said and pushed Michael back.
Michael shook his head. “How can you be like this?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Brian said. “It didn’t bother you when I got rid of Sam, did it Mikey?”
“I thought you loved Justin,” Michael said.
“I do,” Brian walked up to Michael and hugged him tight. “They think it’s him and I wanted to make them see it was not.”
“But he has nothing to be scared of, Justin’s innocent,” Michael said.
“Wrong, Mikey,” Brian said pulling back. “You are so very wrong.”
Michael didn’t know what Brian was talking about but he still thought that he shouldn’t have attacked Justin, for whatever the reason.
***
“He’s only going to end up hurting you someday,” Ben told him.
“Why are you telling me these things?” Justin asked almost desperate.
“I’m just trying to protect you,” Ben told him.
“I don’t need any protection,” Justin hissed. “Brian loves me, no matter what you or anyone else says. We understand each other and we love each other.”
“Come on, Justin,” Ben said. “I’m older than you. I know about these things. Michael is just like him. They don’t care about anyone but themselves.”
“Then what the fuck are you still doing with Michael?” Justin asked.
Ben sighed. “I don’t know. I love him and we have a life together.”
Justin wanted Ben to shut up.
“Brian is never going to give you what you want,” Ben shrugged and sat down.
Justin closed his eyes and tried to breathe. He walked to the window and made the world go away. He kept watching outside waiting for Brian. No matter what anyone said he wasn’t going to listen.
“He just likes to fuck you because you are hot and young,” Ben told him. “One day he will find someone better.”
“Stop it,” Justin told him. “Please stop it.”
“It’s for your own good,” Ben said and grabbed his book again. “He’s just using you.”
Justin walked away and came back behind Ben. He slashed his throat.
Ben started gasping for air. “Wki..ifk...” he was trying to scream, talk, anything.
“It’s for your own good, Ben,” Justin spat out. “So you don’t talk shit anymore.”
Then he grabbed his art box and left the apartment. He put the knife in his pocket and walked for a while. Then he reached a park and he went inside. He stood next to one of the trees and started to dig a hole. He dug for what it seemed like hours and dropped the knife inside. Then he covered the hole and walked to the loft.
“Justin,” Brian said. “Where the fuck have you been? I was calling you to know when to pick you up.”
Justin started blankly at Brian.
“Justin,” Brian grabbed the blond’s hand. “You are so cold. I swear to god I am gong to buy you your own car; one that isn’t in the garage every two weeks.”
Justin kept looking at the wall as Brian stripped him. Brian looked at the clothes and sighed. He knew blood when he saw it. “What have you done now, Justin?” he asked more to himself than to the blond.
“Brian,” Justin said suddenly. “You didn’t come to pick me up.”
“Jesus, you’re a mess,” Brian told him. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.”
Justin nodded and went with Brian. The brunet left Justin in the shower and came back to hide the clothes before the blond saw them. He had learned very quickly that Justin didn’t have a clue as to the things he was doing and he would even protect Justin from ever finding out. The blond would just go insane with guilt.
***
“Jesus fuck!” Daphne said putting a hand over her chest. “You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he shrugged. “What’s with the knife?”
“Oh,” Daphne said. “I thought it was a burglar or something.”
“I see,” he stepped closer.
“Wait a minute,” Daphne said. “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in here?”
He suddenly reached for the knife she was holding. She tried to pull back but he was stronger. Daphne couldn’t believe her eyes as he advanced on her. She never had a chance, not really. She tried to fight him but it didn’t work in the end.
She had kicked him but it was as if he was made of steel. He stabbed her, nothing too deep but enough to cause pain and make her start to lose the fight. She couldn’t believe it was happening.
“Oh god,” Daphne had yelled when she saw the blood on her hands.
“You did this to yourself,” he told her.
Daphne couldn’t process what he was saying. She just wanted him to leave her alone. “Fuck you!” she ran to get the phone. She grabbed it but that’s all she had time to do.
He stood behind her and stabbed her again. He pulled her back and then watched as her brown eyes slowly closed. He shook his head. He hadn’t wanted to kill her but he had to, there wasn’t any other choice.
“Mmm,” Daphne opened her eyes when she felt cold drops on her face. She looked around frantically. She knew that she was lying on something wet.
“Hey, Daph,” he said.
“What are you doing?” Daphne asked. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why?” he leaned closer. “You know why, you fucking bitch.”
“Please,” Daphne begged. “Let me go.”
“Daphne, Daphne, Daphne!” he shook his head. “I am going to kill you. I’m sorry.”
“Please, Brian,” Daphne cried. “Don’t.”
“I saw you Daphne,” Brian shook his head. “You were hugging him and pretending to be there for him but I could see it in your eyes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Daphne said as she cried. Her body was in so much pain and she felt sleepy.
“I know about his black outs too,” Brian told her.
Daphne gasped.
“And when he told you about fighting with Ben,” Brian chuckled. “You got scared.”
Daphne closed her eyes. “You have to help him. I want to help him.”
“I’m sorry, Daph,” Brian told her. “No one is taking him away from me.”
***
Justin was using an ice pick to make some thin lines on the clay he was working with. He was sure that he could make the best picture of Brian in ceramic. He was well into his job when the door to this studio opened.
“Justin,” Ethan said. “Come here.”
Justin looked at his friend and sighed. He was still pissed at him. He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“There is someone that needs to talk to you,” Ethan said. “He’s waiting at my studio. It’s about Brian.”
Justin got up and put the ice pick inside his apron’s pocket. He followed Ethan but when he got to the studio there was no one there.
“He must have left,” Ethan said. “I’ll call him.”
“No,” Justin said. “What is this all about?”
Ethan sighed. “Justin, Brian is cheating on you.”
Justin glared at Ethan. “He is not. Brian and I fuck whomever we want. Just like I fucked you.”
“I thought...that you and I had a special connection,” Ethan told him.
“You were nothing but a trick,” Justin told him. He turned around to go.
“You are his fucking whore!” Ethan hissed.
Justin closed his eyes and didn’t say anything.
“He’s just using you,” Ethan said. “He doesn’t love you like I do.”
Justin turned around and walked over to Ethan. “You are fucking wrong! He loves me! He loves me very much!”
“You are crazy,” Ethan said taking a step back. He had been surprise to see Justin so frantic.
“I’m crazy?” Justin asked. “I’m not crazy. He fucking loves me! And I love him!”
“Brian Kinney doesn’t love anyone,” Ethan said. “He’s just a slut.”
Justin grabbed the ice pick he had and stabbed Ethan in the chest over and over again in just seconds. He pulled back and watched as he blood just started to come out and soak Ethan’s clothes.
“Justin,” Ethan gasped and fell back.
“It pisses me off when they talk shit about Brian,” Justin told him. “You don’t know him,” he turned around and left for his studio. When he got there he looked at the clay and then the ice pick. He pushed the ice pick deep into the clay and molded it again. He would have to start from the beginning. He looked at his hands and saw that they had some blood in them. He looked at his clothes but they were alright. He rushed to the sink and in his hurry he knocked out a container of paint.
“Fuck,” Justin started to pick up the mess as quickly as possible. When he picked the container up the green paint got some blood in it.
Justin hands shook as he threw all the paint down the drain. He started cleaning everything that was in the sink. When he was done he turned back and started to pick his things up. Suddenly he stopped and sat down in one of the chairs and he stared ahead, not moving at all.
“Hey, Jus,” Michael said as he stepped inside the blond’s studio. “Told you he was here,” he said to Brian.
While they were talking Ethan was still inside one of the music rooms. He was trying really hard to get up. He was trying to even his breathing out. He was crying and didn’t even know it. Slowly he managed to sit down but only ended up falling on his side.
“God please,” Ethan chocked out.
Ethan put his hands on the cold, hard floor and started crawling to the entrance. He shut his eyes and opened them quickly trying to keep focused on the door. Things were starting to get blurry and there was a terrible buzzing sound in his ears.
It felt like an eternity before he reached the door and then he had to stop. He was so tired and wanted to go to sleep, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to keep on going and find someone to help him. He lifted his arm and wrapped his hand around the knob. He tried turning it but the blood in his hand wasn’t letting him.
“Ahh,” he groaned when he managed to get up while using the wall to support himself. He could taste blood in his mouth. He was scared shitless that if he went out Justin would be there waiting for him. He had never seen the blond like that before. Justin’s eyes were full of anger and coldness.
Ethan turned on the knob and pushed the door with all his might. He had hope that someone would come and see what all the noise was about. He started walking out and saw someone on the hall. “Help me,” he gasped out before he dropped on the floor.
“Oh fuck,” Michael said running up to him. “What the hell happened?” he kneeled down.
“Help me,” Ethan said grabbing on to Michael.
“Jesus,” Michael couldn’t believe it. It was Justin’s friend, Ethan. “Help!!”
Ethan closed his eyes briefly. He was breathing funny and he was covered in blood.
“Hey,” a guy that had been in his study came out when he heard Michael’s scream for assistance.
“Call an ambulance, now!!” Michael yelled. “Go!”
The guy took off running to find a phone. Gradually more people started to come out to the hallway.
“Michael,” Duncan ran up to him and kneeled beside Ethan and Michael. “What the fuck happened?”
“I found him like this,” Michael said.
Ethan could barely move. He was fighting so hard to keep his eyes open but his skin felt like it was burning.
“Michael,” Duncan whispered. “I...where is he bleeding from? Why is there so much blood?”
“I don’t know,” Michael said.
“Grgh,” Ethan was trying to talk.
“Oh fuck!” Michael shook his head.
Ethan pulled himself up through Michael’s shirt to say something. “It was...Justin,” he gasped out.
“Relax,” Michael said. “Don’t talk. Save your strength.”
Duncan got up and backed away. He had never seen someone dying. He was so fucking scared at that moment.
“You are going to be okay,” Michael said and pushed Ethan back down. “I think you should save your strength.”
“What did he say?” Duncan asked his breathing was shallow and erratic.
“I couldn’t understand him,” Michael told him. “Where is that ambulance?”
***
Brian looked at Derek with a smile. “So, do you remember everything I told you?”
“Yes,” Derek said. “When are you paying me the rest of the money?”
“When you do what I want,” Brian told him. “Now, there is going to be someone else playing along.”
“Who?” Derek asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” Brian said not sure who would get the role. “He’s going to pretend to be dead.”
“Okay, fine,” Derek said. He was still psyched about the whole thing. The first time that Brian approached him he thought the man was going to punch him or something because he had hit his boyfriend. Instead he propositioned something to him that he couldn’t turn down. He needed the money and if Brian wanted to play a prank in his friend so be it.
“Remember that you can stab a few of them to really get them scared,” Brian told him.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Derek told him.
“Come on Earl,” Brian sighed. “You don’t have to hit any on the major organs, an arm, a shoulder, a leg. They won’t die if you stab them there, nothing too deep.”
Derek wasn’t so sure about that.
“I’ll give you an extra thousand if you do it,” Brian tempted him.
“Okay,” Derek agreed.
“And don’t stop no matter how hectic it gets,” Brian told him.
“What if they call the cops?” Derek asked staring to fear the whole thing a bit.
“Then get to the phone first,” Brian pointed out as he rolled his eyes.
“Right,” Derek nodded and grabbed the knife that Brian was giving him. “Why are you wearing gloves? It’s not cold.”
“I am going to help you a bit,” Brian told him. “If I get to the phone lines I’ll cut it but it’s not one hundred percent sure.”
“Shouldn’t we be doing this during the night?” Derek asked.
“No,” Brian told him. “Now is good,” Brian told him as he pulled his cell phone out to call Justin. He really hoped that Justin had done what he said he was going to do.
“Hey,” Justin answered.
“Where are you?” Brian asked.
“I’m still at Deb’s,” Justin told him. “I told you I was going to come here. Are you at the loft? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“That’s okay,” Brian told him. “I’ll go to pick you up. I want to show you something.”
“Okay,” Justin smiled. “What is it?”
“It’s a surprise,” Brian told him.
“Okay,” Justin couldn’t wait to see what Brian had done. “I’ll wait for you then.”
“Later,” Brian said and hung up.
“Should I go now?” Derek asked.
“Wait ten minutes and then go,” Brian told him.
Derek nodded and got out of the Jeep three houses down from Debbie’s. Brian looked around making sure that no one was seeing them. Then he drove to Debbie’s house and parked in the back of the house. He looked around and saw Justin and Blake. He cursed under his breath. He watched them for a few minutes and smiled when he saw Derek climbing through one of the windows.
“Fuck,” Justin hissed.
“Let’s go back inside,” Blake said.
“What?” Justin asked.
“We have to call the cops and get everyone out,” Blake said.
“Right,” Justin said as they went back in.
Brian waited a few minutes and then got in the backyard. He looked in through the window and saw Blake alone. He went inside as quickly as he could before anyone else came down. Once he was inside he grabbed the biggest knife from the knife holder. Then he stood behind Blake with the knife behind him.
“Yes there is a man in the house, you have to come quick,” Blake told them.
Brian didn’t really want to kill Blake but it would look more believable if he did that Derek was the killer. He tried to control his breathing.
Blake finished the call and turned around to find someone standing there. “Jesus fuck! You scared me,” he had his hand over his chest.
“Sorry,” he told him.
“Where did you come from?” Blake asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” he took a step forward and stabbed Blake. “Shhh,” he covered the blond’s mouth. “It’s going to be okay. You won’t feel anything else soon.”
Blake’s lifeless body dropped to the ground. The blood still poured out of him. He looked at the knife and nodded. Now he had everything under control. He place the knife where it was originally and went out of the house while he waited for the guy he had hired to play a ‘supposed’ joke on the people that were inside. He had seen Derek fighting with Justin and he had gotten the idea to use him. He watched out that no one was in sight as he got back on his Jeep and drove to the front of the house. He got out of the car and walked to the front of the house. He could hear the people yelling inside.
“Get out of here, Justin!” Vic yelled.
Brian opened the door and went inside. He purposely just looked at Justin and smiled. “Ready to go, Sunshine?”
“I got both of you now,” Derek said. He was supposed to say that. He didn’t know why Brian wanted to scared his friends specially the blond but he was being paid really nicely to do so.
Brian turned around quickly. Then slowly he took in that Debbie was on the floor and Vic hovering over her. He looked to the side and saw Ted crying over Blake. He made sure that Justin was behind him.
“Aren’t you the hero,” Derek mocked.
“Get out, Jus,” Brian told him as he stood his ground; things were going according to plan. He would get all suspicion away from Justin and even himself once they thought it was Earl. He just had to manage to kill the man one way or another so he would never be able to talk and say what he knew.
***
“Brian,” Justin called. “Dinner is ready.”
Brian came down the stairs and smiled at the blond. He kissed him hard and grabbed his butt. Twenty years later and they still acted like teenagers in love.
“Don’t start,” Justin laughed. “Brenda and Gus are coming. They are bringing the kids with them.”
Brian groaned.
“Come on,” Justin said. “You know that you just love them to death. And you love being the coolest grandfather ever.”
There was a honk outside.
“That’s them,” Justin said excitedly.
“Is that Gus?” Eva asked as she ran down the stairs happily. “I can’t wait to see them!”
“You should watch closely,” Brian told her. “Maybe you would get marry too and have a family.”
“Never,” Eva told him and laughed as she pushed her blonde curls back. “I’m only eighteen, Dad.”
“Like you are ever going to let her go,” Justin teased.
Eva smirked and went to open the door.
“I’ll tie her to the bed and you’ll help me,” Brian told him sarcastically.
Justin laughed and kissed him. He was surprised that Brian would be the one to have a harder time to see her go someday than him who was her biological father. “She has to go sooner or later.”
“I know,” Brian said. “But she’s still my baby girl.”
Justin smiled at Brian and caressed his face. “You are the greatest man alive.”
Brian smiled as he watched Justin walking to the door. He didn’t regret moving away from the Pitts. They were now living in Europe where he was able to get a new start with the blond and his kids. He was a changed man and consequently so was Justin. Brian didn’t trick anymore therefore Justin didn’t get overly jealous. Gus had been the perfect kid and so had been Eva. It was a dream come true.
Justin and Gus’ new wife, Brenda got along great. Brian adored his grandchildren, he adored his new life. But most of all he never forgot the heavy price that he had to pay to get it. He never took anything that he had for granted and would do anything to keep the life he had now.
Any freakish accidents or disappearances that occurred near them or where they worked at were purely coincidental.
*Winks*