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Beyond shook his head as he spotted yet another fleck of blood in the bathroom—this one leading out of the shower. He had told Mihael numerous times to make everything spotless. There was no telling when they would have to leave, and the less evidence left to suspect them of anything the better. Mihael was still young, and with that youth came the penchant for absentmindedness. In what they did, could mean more than a verbal slap. And more than simple jail. Mihael had yet to learn this. Using bleach, Beyond cleaned the entire bathroom as it should have been done the first time. He bagged and discarded the items used for cleaning and intended to destroy them after a small talk with his charge.
Mihael's bedroom door was closed and his light was off, which in and of itself was strange. He was always too wound up to sleep after an outing—this having been his sixth by himself. He approached cautiously, yet a knife had been produced from within the lining of his jeans.
He paused, ear pressed to the door for sounds of struggle.
After a moment, his lax expression turned sinister.
Soft, huffy breaths and nonsensical words carried through the closed door, along with creaking only the bed could make. So he was finally at that age?
The knife went away and Beyond relaxed his posture as he leaned against the wall, eyes closed. The next few months would decide a lot of things about the future Mihael would have. Some of them good—Beyond grinned—some of them better.
He pushed away from the wall without a sound a few moments later.
Beyond knew, without a shadow of doubt, exactly how everything would play out.
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