Flashbacks are fun! :D


Gilbert wandered the halls after school, he pulled up his hood on his sweatshirt to hide the bruises on his neck that Matthew had made when he was strangling him. He was a bit surprised to see Matthew walking into Mr. Edelstein's classroom and more surprised to see him closing the door.

He raised an eyebrow and he walked towards the door and peered inside the long, thin window. He stood a little to the side so Mr. Edelstein wouldn't see him.

All of a sudden he sees Matthew slam a magazine onto the desk and pull out a small knife, Gilbert watched in horror as he cut the teacher's lips and eyelids. The thing that sickened him most was when he carved off his cheeks. The skin from the cheeks fell to the floor.

Gilbert clenched his stomach and slid to the floor, "I feel like I'm going to be sick," he softly murmured to himself.

He glanced back up and saw Matthew push the knife deep into the man's jugular and slit around his throat. Gilbert was wrong when he decided he was sick when he saw Matthew carve the cheeks off, he was queasy when he saw the only thing keeping Mr. Edelstein's head attached to his body was his spinal cord.

Gilbert took off down the hall and ran to the bathroom, he leaned over the toilet and waited for something to come up, but nothing did. He couldn't take the feeling so he stuck his middle finger down his throat till he hit his uvula and the vomit quickly rushed out.

When he was finished he stood up and washed his face. He stared at himself in the mirror.

"I'm dating a murderer. I can't believe it."

On Monday

Gilbert could barely look at Matthew without the images of murder going through his head. When he did look at Matthew something was strange about him. He was happy, his eyes were bright but at the same time, darkness loomed in them as if he was upset. Gilbert wasn't surprised, Matthew would be upset like that if he accidently squashed a butterfly.

Matthew smiled a little at Gilbert but frowned when he noticed something was off about him, "What's wrong Gil?"

Gilbert tried to find the words, he wanted to confess he saw the whole thing but he was now afraid to tell Mattie anything, "Um... I was watching one of those CSI shows and a kid murdered an adult. It made me kind of think about what anyone could be capable of."

Matthew pursed his lips, "Well, anyone can be capable of anything if they have that little rush I guess. What's it called? Adrenaline!"

Gilbert nodded, he started thinking of details of Friday. He thought about Matthew's body shaking with laughter. He tried to think if he had ever had an adrenaline rush where he had become capable of things like that. But nothing came to mind.

"Something is really bothering you. I can tell. Did something happen or did that show really bother you that much?" he chuckled a bit.

Gilbert shook his head, "No. So what did you do over the weekend?" he wanted Matthew to try and give him a clue about what he had done.

"Nothing really. Hey, did you hear Mr. Edelstein was murdered?"

Gil nodded slowly, "I heard. I heard it was really messed up too."

Matt nodded, "That's what I heard too. I should probably get to class," he said as he stood on his tiptoes and kissed Gilbert's cheek, "I'll see you at lunch!"

He nodded and when Matthew was out of sight he wiped his cheek. He didn't feel a warm kiss anymore from him. He felt as if his lips were stone cold.

Present

Gilbert sat out in his backyard. He liked that his house was located at the edge of town because trees had surrounded the grassy area. He lied down on his back and let the cool lawn tickle the back of his neck. He smirked a bit. He thought about Matthew. About how innocent he looked when he first laid eyes on him, how cute he was when he was embarrassed, his nervousness when Gil had first asked him out, and how caring he was when Gilbert got really sick. There were so many good things about Mattie. But there were two bad things, he murdered a man, and he's starting to get really upset a lot quicker.

"BrĂ¼der!" Gil's younger brother called out the back door, "Opa wants you in for dinner!"

Gilbert nodded and got up, "Yeah, yeah," he walked inside and locked the door behind him.

When he was eating a realization hit him. If Matthew somehow found out Gilbert was a witness to the murder, would he kill him? A type of doubt washed over him. Matthew wouldn't kill his boyfriend. He was one of the only few people who even noticed him. But then again, Gilbert never thought Matthew would even do what he had done on Friday. He could never be so sure about him anymore.

At Ivan's house

Ivan walked out of his room when he heard the doorbell ring. When he opened the door he saw Matthew standing there smiling a bit.

"Hi Ivan," he waved.

Ivan beamed, "Hey Matthew! Want to come in?"

Matthew nodded and stepped inside the house, he looked around at the surrounding and raised an eyebrow. The home wasn't really the first thing that comes to mind when you think 'home.' The dark wooden floors were almost black and the walls weren't even painted, they were just a gray-ish color that added an abandoned aura in the house. He looked up the stairs and saw the same drab color.

Ivan frowned a little, "What's wrong?"

Mattie shook his head, "Nothing."

Ivan led Matthew up to his bedroom and Matthew thought it looked more like a prison than a bedroom.

There was a single bed that's headboard was made of metal bars and a thin mattress. There was a single nightstand and across the room was a small closet. Matthew just smiled a little and glanced at Ivan.

"So, Ivan? I have a few questions."

Ivan nodded and sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him, "Sure go ahead."

Matthew sat next to him and sighed, "So, why does Gilbert hate you?"

Ivan sighed, "I don't know exactly. It's probably a stupid reason," he giggled a bit, "You know how Gilbert can be."

Matt nodded, "He said you've murdered people. Is that true?"

Ivan just laughed, "Why would he say that?"

He shrugged, "I guess he just wants me to stay away from you that much."

Ivan frowned, "Matthew, I don't think he should be that involved in your personal life. Well, I don't think he should try to control who you're friends with," he scooted a little closer to the Canadian.

Matthew blushed, "Yeah I guess," he scooted away a little because the closeness was making him a little uncomfortable. Then, he didn't know exactly what triggered it but he burst into tears. He tried to wipe his eyes but more and more tears fell out of his eyes, "I-I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "Nothing..." he wiped his eyes and sniffled, "I'm sorry. I just don't know why that happened.

Ivan stood, "I'll get you some tissues," he got up and walked out of the room.

Matthew sighed and wiped his face again. He looked at the nightstand, something made him interested about what was inside, "Uh, okay!" he inched towards the nightstand. H He quickly pulled opened the drawer and saw a decapitated head slide and hit the side of the drawer. The skin was clinging to the skull and its hair was falling out but was being held back in a ponytail. Matthew let out a shriek.

Ivan rushed back inside the room, "What happened?"

Matthew jumped and quickly shut the drawer, "I have to go!"

Ivan frowned and pushed Matthew up against the wall, he held his throat but not too tight, he didn't want to hurt the pretty little thing, "What did you see?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Matthew gulped and shook his head, "N-nothing!"

Tears formed in Ivan's eyes, "J-just leave," he let go of Matthew's throat and Mattie bolted out the door, "C'mon Yao. I know you made him open the drawer. Why else would he go through my door?" he opened the drawer and looked at the head, "You hate me don't you?"


So, please review. My brother is screeching in my ear and I'm about to go deaf. -.-

So I hope you've enjoyed the chapter. I'm working on the next one and so far it's sad.