Prolouge_
Now I know what your thinking, this is a story that's about a few guys making it through life learning how to live and not just survive, blah blah blah. I'm afraid your wrong on that, this is a story of love, brotherhood, sex, passion, tragedy, death, betrayal, and murder.
Our boys will be put to the test under the questions on wether they cannot just survive, but grow and learn under the twisted fate of life itself. It's something only time will begin to let us see. Well, go grab a nice cozy blanket and something warm to drink because the ride is about to begin!
Chapter 01_
The snow crunched under Lucid's boots as he walked along the concrete path through the campus. He shivered slightly, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, plucking out one from the open box, putting it against his lips.
"Tch, it's too fucking cold out here," he growls to himself as he pulled out his lighter, cupping a hand over it and the end of his cigarette as he lights it. Taking a deep inhale as the end glowed slightly, he tucked the lighter back in his pocket. He looked around as he hums to himself, walking down the path enjoying his smoke break.
Once cigarette burned down, he tossed it into the snow, watching it burn before taking note of the sound of footsteps approaching him. Giving a soft grumble of annoyance, he raises his eyes to place a face to the sound.
"Mr. Dreams!", a voice calls out to him," I'm Detective
Whiskey Tombstone, do you have a minute?" Lucid raised a brow looking at him, a unwarranted frown tugging his lips for a moment.
"You can tell your chief I'm not interested in any case you've got shoved in your face," he says sternly, turning to begin walking away.
"Sir, we need your help," Tombstone pleads, "It's the Priest, he's resurfaced again." Lucid halts his movement for a moment, turning to face the detective.
"Son that case was dropped fifteen years ago," Lucid points out calmly," if I couldn't catch the killer back, then I doubt anything will catch him now, I wish you luck nonetheless." Lucid turned again, facing forward as he walked away, heading into the building. He walked down the halls, taking a breath as he sat at his desk, waiting for his students to arrive.
As the students arrived and took their seats, Lucid started his lecture, one ancient history. He looked away from the black board, watching his students take notes. A hint of annoyance sparking his mood as he noticed a white hair boy asleep, his head on his desk. Lucid growled, throwing the chalk he had been writing with at him, nailing the boy in the head, quickly causing the boy to sit up in a panic.
"Mr.Beats, tell me why your here," Lucid said, looking at him as he raised a brow, tapping his foot on the hard wood as the other students gave a soft giggle.
"I uh..I well so I can learn about history, sir," He said, chuckling nervously as he looks at his professor.
"Ah to learn about history I see," Lucid presses, tilting his head just slightly," now, tell me how sleeping in my class is learning about history?" Lucky rubbed the back of his head as he shrugged.
"Sorry sir?" Lucky tries timidly. Lucid walked around to the front of his desk, leaning against it, lowering his tone in a calm but firm manner.
"Mr.Beats, you are in this class only because I hand picked each and everyone of you to be in my class," he points out," each of you are special in your own way, not everyone gets to be here, so how about you take this opportunity to learn instead of dreaming about your classmate Lovestruck." He turned and went back to the board as he proceeded with the lecture, leaving Lucky to sink into his seat, his face flushed with embarrassment as he covered it with his hoodie sleeve letting off a soft groan.
As the day ended, the sun slowly falling in the sky as Lucid finished his last class, letting them leave before he grabbed all of his things and slipped his jacket back over his shoulders, making his way back out into the snow covered world. He walked out to the staff parking lot, getting into his all black Mercedes G-Wagon, starting the engine and turning on the heater as he let off a soft huff. Looking at his phone for a moment before tossing it into the passenger seat, making his way back to his home in the mountains.
Soon, he pulled up to the gates to his driveway, noticing a blacked out squad car. Lucid growls and hits the button to open the gate, pulling in as the squad car followed after him before the gates closed. Lucid parked his car in the garage as he got out and walked to the squad car, watching as Tombstone got out, giving Lucid a charming smile.
"Your not going to leave me alone are you?" Lucid says to him.
"No sir, I'm afraid I will not," Tombstone chuckles calmly, "I'm desperate and in need your help." Lucid shook his head and waved him in, sighing with silent respect for the man's persistence.
"C'mon then, let's get out of this weather and talk over some whiskey," Lucid says defeatedly. Tombstone chuckles again as he followed Lucid inside. The garage door dropping back into place, closing the storm off from the inside of the house. Both men walked into the living room, Lucid grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, setting them on the coffee table with a clank. He sits down on the couch, looking at Tombstone. "We'll go detective, tell me all about the Priest."
Lucid looked through the case file, examinening all crime scene photographs as he spreads them out on the the coffee table.
"Where's the note?" he asks as he looked at Tombstone.
"What note?" Tombstone raises a brow as he looked at Lucid.
"In the past every Priest killing there was a note left behind along with these blood splattered markings on the walls as seen in the crime scene photos," Lucid explains, almost as though it should be obvious, "so where's the note?" When it became clear that the detective wasn't getting the note's importance, Lucid stands up with a soft huff.
"C'mon dumbass, let's go," Lucid says as he got up, grabbing his coat and walking to the side table by the couch, pulling out his Glock 21-C along with four extra clips.
"Go where?" Tombstone asked, getting up and walking over to Lucid.
"The crime scene obviously," Lucid says with a roll of his eyes, leading Tombstone outside and back to his vehicle. With a agreed huff, the two head back out the gate and head into the night towards the city.