New part :3 felt inspired here. Get some backstory. some build up. Lights. Camera. Actions!


"Where have all the good men gone?

And where are all the gods?"

Lance had decided to sweep up the cabin. It still had a small layer of dust on well everything. He had put his phone playlist on shuffle with his Bluetooth speakers as loud as they could possibly go. Of course this is what decided to play first. Hands now firmly grasped on the broom using it as a fake mic so he could sing along properly.

"Where's the streetwise Hercules to fiiiiight the rising odds?" Dramatic posing!

"Isn't there a white kniiiiight upon a fiery steed?

Late at night I toss and I turn

and I dreeeeeam of what I neeeeeeeeed"

Pause of effect, wait for it. WAIT..

" OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I NEED A HERO!" He twirled round the room hold his broom firm, sweeping up plenty of dust while dancing with it to the music. " I'm holding out for hero til the end of the night!" He posed! And Twirled!

"He's got to be strong!" Sweep, flex, sweep.

Sweep sweep! POSE! FLEX!

"And he's gotta be fast!"

TURN running to next room, sweep! POSE!

"AND HE'S GOTTA BE FRESH FROM THE FIGHT!" he leans backwards lifting the mic/broom up with him belting out the lyrics.

" I NEED A HERO!" He pants a bit laughing continuing to sing as he cleaned up. With less dramatic movements ( ok still a few but it got tiring after a while.) a few more songs played of course,always have to have some NSP, then some Gorillaz obviously and oooh some Hamilton soundtrack. Always good. He got the living room and the connecting kitchen swept up and was in the bathroom with a mop when the next song he just couldn't resist jamming out to came on.

"Oh. Hell. Yes."

Lance got ready as it started he cleared his throat. Made a starting pose to reenact the scene.

"The demon queen of high school has decreed it!

She says Monday, 8AM, I will be deleeeeeted.

They'll hunt me down in study hall

Stuff and mount me on the wall

Thirty hours to live…..

How shall I spend theeeeeeeeeem?"

He scrubbed the floor with the mop, shaking his body to the tune.

"I don't have to stay and die like cattle!

I could change my name and ride up to seeeeeaaaatle!

But I don't own a motorbike-

Wait.. here's an option that I like

Spend these thirty hours gettin'

FREEEEAKKKKYYY"

"YEAH!"

" I NEED IT HARD

IM A DEAD GIRL WAAAALKIIIN-

Fuck me."

The lights decided then to go out. Lance groaned loudly grabbing his phone and turning off the music. Once the music was off he heard rain. "A grid must of gone out." It happened often in small towns and he knew it was going to rain. He was just lucky it isn't a thunderstorm. That meant no power for a while. Rain just mean probably not going to have any for rest of the night. He had a backup generator at least.

Lance left the mop where it was in his bathroom. He'd finish in a bit, right now he had to make another trip into the dark as F basement. Thankfully he remembered how it looked now and dreaded going down there less. Once down with his phone lighting up the area he noted the backdoor open. Flapping in the heavy wind. He quickly shut it, but he's seen way too many movies to not be paranoid now. Either someone was in his cabin or something. Animals were well known to get in and god he hoped it was only an animal. Once he got the lights back on he could check...he had a bad feeling though.. If it was a human then maybe his power didn't go out.. Maybe someone turned off the breakers.

"Hello?"

He looked towards the breaker box. It was closed...that didn't mean anything.

" God I'm like the white chick in a horror movie. LOOK If there is anyone in here. Know I own SEVERAL guns. And I am well trained with them." To prove his point he walked to a hidden panel and hit it where the wall popped open revealing a handgun. He Loaded it quickly not taking his eyes of anything in the room. So far nothing moved.

He kept the gun on him and ready as he moved to the box. Opened it. Looking inside he saw that nothing was turned off. Lance knew he didn't have an outside breaker. And the wires were underground so not easy to cut. A small sigh of relief left him and he moved to where the backup generator was. A few good cranks and it was up and running. Lights returning to the house. "I'll have to pick up some fuel for this tomorrow. Looks low….ok back to cleaning and I should get dinner started."ok maybe just dinner. His stomach said it was time.

Admittedly it was late for dinner.. Midnight dinner? Eh it worked out made his way upstairs. The basement was quiet as he left. The wet footprints on the tile unseen.


Once they saw their target distracted they made their way around back to locate a back entrance. Keith took point, going ahead to watch for any security cameras or anything of that nature. After finding none he waved Shiro over to his position. They arrived at the backdoor It was raining by this point and they cursed their bad luck.

"We'll use it to our advantage. The noise might cover up our entering." Shiro whispered watching the area. Keith picked the lock in record time. As they entered they notice how lovely the room was. "Reno'd basement. Don't see that too often. Alright let's head up and catch him by surprise. You cover the front door and i'll take the basement one. We can corner him. Even if he runs upstairs we got him." Shiro stated the plan, Keith agreed with a nod. Both gasped when the power suddenly cut out on them. " Fuck. Quick up the stairs before he comes down to check on the breakers." They hurried up as quietly as possible. Luck was on their side as they still had the music to cover their noise.

The basement door was just off the kitchen. With tip toe movements they hugged the wall. Keith saw Lance fiddle with his phone to turn on the flashlight. Moving as it flashed by him. It had almost hit him ruining their chance of the element of surprise. Someone had to be watching out for them as they watched him grumble down the stairs. Flashlight turned on once they were sure Lance was no longer in sight. They hurried up further along not wanting to make too much noise. Upstairs seemed like the next best bet then. Once settled in what looked like his bedroom they relaxed. "Ok new plan." Keith huffed out "Wait in his closet till he goes to bed and jump him."

Shiro nodded " Yeah. Good idea. Simple."

They discovered he had a walk in closet, with a bench!

"What is he a millionaire?"

"He's not that rich."

"Shiro. Babe. Darling. My lion heart… This isn't just a walk in closet. It's a walk in connected to an en suite. With heated floors. And my god that is a beautiful soaking tub."

"Keith. Sugar. Kitten. My wild fire. You are so god damn gay. I love you."

"Shut up!" Keith laughed falling onto the bench where Shiro sat. Placing his head on his boyfriends lap. "I'm just saying once we kill him once and for all we should enjoy this cabin a bit. Take our time carving into his flesh. Piece by piece. Watching the light go out in his eyes. Fucking him to death. Mmm. Then enjoying a nice bath in that huge tub. Play games in that finished basement. "

"Heh. You do have a point." Shiro conceded kissing Keith's head and moving his hair from his face. "This is a great vacation house. I see why he came here to hide. If we hadn't had the GPS help. I doubt we would of found this place. Soon we'll have a our prize. And time to play with him~" Soon the lights came back on. They knew cause they could see the bedroom lights from the cracks in the closet. Shiro shut off his flashlight then. Better than risk it's light shining under the door and alerting their prey. Now they just would wait. Wait for the right time to strike.

Sounds from downstairs were back, music playing once again. Flames. Smoke. Then a wonderful smell.

" Must be making food." Keith whispered nonchalantly yet his stomach let out a sound.

"Smells really good too." Shiro's let out one as well. " I have snack bars in my bag. Let's hope he has enough leftovers huh?" They laugh a bit, trying to keep it down.

"For some odd...really odd reason. This feels kind of domestic. It almost doesn't feel like we're about to torture and kill a thorn in our side. It feels more like we're surprising a lover." It was just a musing Keith had. He hummed thinking to himself about the weird feeling he had. A very large part of him almost didn't' want to kill Lance. Wanted to keep him alive and learn more about him.

"He'd never accept up. We're not...we're not well Keith. We kill. We're not good."

"I never claimed to be good. I don't want to be. I'm not like..you. I was born this way. Disconnected. Not caring. Killing anything. Heh. When my mom came home and found me dissecting my dad. Well.. I learned it was genetic. She was so proud of me...Taught me everything. The code. How to stalk. Before you she..she was the only other person I loved."

"Keith you don't have to talk about her. I know it's difficult." Shiro continued to play with Keith's hair. Soothing him with pets.

"No. I know it's not the best timing but It feels right. She taught me well. She showed me photos of every one of her kills. Said it was part of our family. Her father taught her. His mother. It flipped like that. My sister never knew why. She thought we were perfectly normal ya know. Mom and me. Til mom told me the final part of the code." Keith took a deep breath "Once we teach our children. We cannot continue to live. That drive of competition lives on in me. If I hadn't killed her she would eventually have killed me. I… I hesitated. I told her I loved her. You know what she said?"

"Keith. It's ok."

"She said 'we don't love.' she looked angry, a bit confused I think. I asked her what about dad. She said she picked him because he provided resources as a journalist. Reports on all her crimes so she knew when anyone was close. She never loved him.. I asked her about grandpa. She said she killed him before he even finished telling her too. I wanted to ask her about me...but i… I already knew the answer. I felt rage. And I did it. I killed her. Stabbed her so many times and though I had been taught to kill clean. I discovered that day how much I loved to be covered in blood. The warm feel of it wrapped around my body. I forgot every lesson she ever taught. Except one. Don't get caught. And I broke her most important one it seems. Cause I do love. I might kill, but I love. I love you Shiro~"

Shiro smiled "and I love you too Keith. More than anything." he leaned down to kiss Keith. A small tender kiss. "Thank you for finally telling me about her. Maybe I can tell you about...him...soon. Yeah soon."

"When it's time My Lion heart."

They went quiet from then on. Just cuddled together enjoying the moment. Feeling closer together as they waited for their target to arrive from downstairs. Keith did eat a bar eventually when his stomach got to loud. Feeding half of it to his partner. A crumb sat on Shiro's cheek, then soon a blush as Keith licked it off his face with a wink. Soon they heard the door open.

Lance's voice rang though a yawn. "Aaaah god. I'm tired. God I have to finish cleaning tomorrow...mmm probably make more garlic knots..yeah.." He kicked off his shoes, they heard clothes being removed. Saw the closet door rattle as said clothes were thrown into it. " good night Bubbles. Good night Blossom. And hey where's Buttercup? Ah ok there she is. Should of known you were in you castle!. The greatest of knights. Goodnight fishies glad you've been well taken care of. Well the self sustaining part works too anyway. Nighty." they heard him fall into the bed, and saw the lights click off.

They still had to wait though. Wait for the slowing of breath. For a deep sleep. Then they'll take him they'll come out and tie him up. One minute turned to two. Five into ten. Once twenty minutes had passed they slowly opened the closet door. Sure that their target would be fast asleep. Shiro walked out first, rope in his hand ready to tie him up. Keith was next ready with his knife.

Neither expected the lights to come on.

Or a gun to click and be pointed at them.

Or Lance to be sitting cross legged on the bed, holding said gun currently pointed at them. They dropped their items from the shock. Arms in the air in surrender.

"You left mud on my floors. How did you not think I wouldn't see that after spending the last couple hours cleaning them?"

" We…"

Lance shoot at their heads to hush them. " Nope. You know what I don't want to know. I want to know HOW you found me. Now."

"Well you see we.. there is…..I…..." Keith begun to speak yet honestly he was stammering to much from shock, and still riding earlier emotions.

Shiro cleared his throat more collected, moving a bit to cover Keith with his body. "We tracked the GPS in the car you took...bought from your neighbor. She provided us with the info thinking that the cops were after you…"

"Ah..that makes sense. Almost forgot you are a cop. Mr just here to help but really cholorphomed you and slowly kill you and make you question if there is something wrong with you mind and FUCK...you are probably the reason my car is totalled aren't you? God damn it." Lance took a deep breath. " You two. If you value your lives will leave now. Forget about me existing. And me? I will leave you alone. Pretend I never met you. Do we have a deal?"

" No offense but you don't look like you couldn't kill a fly let alone a person."

"I've killed plenty of times before with remorse and plenty of times without.I just want to live a normal life for as long as it is possible for someone like me. And I doubt anyone would care what happened to you two."

"Heh." Shiro laughed "You are something aren't you?" He risked moving closer.

"Stay back or i'll shoot!"

"You sound just like us in the end. That cold look in your eyes. I saw it when you looked at me all tied up in my playroom. I knew it was familiar. Thought it was hate at the time." He moved closer to lance.

"Fucker I told you not to move." Lance shot at his arm, a warning. The shot bounced hitting his wall. " What the fuck?" Before he could get his bearings a hand was on his throat pinning him to the bed and his gun knocked from his hand.

"I knew there was a reason we were drawn to you kitten. Now tell me what kind of secret you're hiding~ Here I'll even go first." Shiro lifted his arm up now using his knees to keep Lance pinned down. He lifted his shirt off of his body. Scars littered it from waist up. First time Lance had seen him without a shirt, without sleeves. The light shown on a

" A metal arm. Huh?...couldn't plan for that…ah fuck" Lance let his head fall back against the bed. Prepared to be killed again. " I have no secrets. Not really. Just putting off the truth would be more accurate." Lance looked up at the ceiling avoiding Shiro's eyes until Keith walked over looking down at him.

"Kitten. Lance. Tell us what you are." Keith's hands had no business being so soft as Shiro's knee bruised his ribs. His fingers grasping either side of Lance's face, so gently, as he leaned down to kiss dark cheeks.

"Tell us everything."

"Kill me. It'll be easier."

Shiro and Keith's eyes met. They looked towards each other and back to Lance. "You know how we kill."

Shiro spoke now. " We like to play first. Unravel our victims. Is this really what you want?" As he said his words, he hovered over Lance. No longer pressing with his knee now that his shirt was gone he could use his hands. Fingers interlacing with Lance's. Shiro kisses along Lance's neck not missing the shiver and twitch that came from beneath him.

"Do you remember how much fun we had last time? I do. It's stamped into my mind. A precious memory. Watching you give in. Enjoy yourself. It was so lovely you know. I dreamed about it that night. Wishing I could do it again. Do better. Take longer. Rip out both of those eyes and take turns with each new opening. I couldn't believe it when I saw you again. That I could touch you. Hold you. Destroy you. Again. It felt unreal. In Fact it still is unreal. You ask me to kill you and I will. We will. But I need to know first. How are you still here?"

"I said. Kill. Me."

Keith growled, nails cutting into the sides of Lance's face. " Tell us what we want to know. It's no fun playing this game from you."

"If you just kill me. You'll understand."

"Fine." Shiro looked back up to Keith, who seemed to still be red from frustration, and said " Hand me your knife. Let's make him ours." Keith agreed walking over to where he dropped it in front of the closet. The blade was the only thing he had left of his mother. Long dagger. Beautiful dark color and blue jewel. It looked particularly beautiful stained with blood. He brought it over to Shiro.

"Hold his hands. This is going to hurt a tiny bit."

Keith followed his orders. He took over holding Lance's hands, he felt them grip onto him for support. For a moment he was concerned, and he saw it in Shiro's eyes as well. Neither wanted to kill him anymore. at least not fully. Both knew it. He was like them in some way. The need for someone else to share their sins was great. Still the need to know was more. to know who...what he was. They'd both killed him yet here he was. Right before their eyes nearly unharmed. as they stared more they noticed the faint scars.

it was now or never.

Shiro steadied the blade.

Raised it up.

And aimed for the heart.