Do you ever have that feeling where you think someone isn't telling the full truth?
I have that feeling with Leo all the time…
"Aw that 'take a step in my shower' line was fucked up!" Leo chuckled.
"Yeah, I know. Whoever made this is gonna have his house assaulted by Jewish gangsters."
Watching YouTube videos are always fun when there isn't much else to do. But more on topic…
Leo seemed to answer my question about his parents a little too quickly. I mean, he pretty much gave a summary of his father's life story. Has cancer, so he puts him up for adoption? Even if that sounded remotely realistic, how would Leo know that?
And by the look on his face after he said that, something tells me he was rather pleased with his lie.
What is he hiding? I remember when we met, he was one of the most depressed little kids on the fucking planet, and maybe his parents have something to do with it.
I remember he was always sitting out at recess in 3rd grade. He never talked, and he only did his schoolwork. Back then, shit tons of kids fucked with me because of my fur color, and he was pretty much the only one who could give less of a shit.
Now that I look back, I kind of feel sorry for dragging him into all those scraps. But, we've been best friends ever since. He never talked much until middle school. Then he just… changed into what he is today.
A complete attitude adjustment is very… peculiar. Maybe it's because he hit puberty…
But even today, it seems like whenever he doesn't know I'm watching, he just changes. Then he sees me, and he forces a smile.
And I really want to know why. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I won't look too far into it. I just want to know what happened to his parents…
"I gotta take a leak. Where's the bathroom?" He asked.
Well that's convenient…
"Down the hall, last door to the left." I told him.
As soon as he left the room, I opened a new tab.
No, Bing, fuck you. Google was here first. Alright… Google search…
Leo Leonardo II
Alright… Loading… Done. Results…
British immigrant sets fire to his business establishment… No…
Leo and Satan: Pancake Doomsday… What the fuck? No…
Leo and Satan: Battery Catastrophe… Uhg, not how many Leo and Satan links are there?
Google Search…
Leo Leonardo II –satan
British immigrant sets fire to his business establishment… No again…
Christmas Double Homicide… No.
Canadian Christmas Killer Strikes Again… No.
Toronto Christmas Casualties… No.
Police Baffled by Christmas Killer… What the fuck is with all of the news articles coming up? Was his father some kind of reporter? I'll click on this one…
Families of Toronto are terrorized by the mysterious Christmas killer, who goes on a murder spree every Christmas eve leaving no trace but piles of dead families. After his first victims in 1998, he appears to only use sharp instruments, to cut his victims. He leaves no hair, fibers, or fingerprints on any of his kill sites. Police diligently look for this mysterious serial killer, set up patrols and cameras all over the streets during Christmas time. However, the man has been shown to evade all cameras. Only one of his victims has ever gotten away. One of his first victims, named-
"Dude, you bathroom is fucking disgusting." Leo said as he walked through the door.
I minimized the window, and went back to YouTube.
"Blame my brothers for that…" I told him.
"The garbage cans in there are stuffed to the brim with paper towels. Your brothers masturbate way too much."
"Don't act like you don't."
"I don't! I'm not a mega pervert like your brother in the other room. He still has porn on the fucking computer! He masturbated so much he passed out!"
"Why are we talking about how much my brothers masturbate!"
"I don't know! I'm not using that bathroom again though! I'll bet if you put an ultraviolet light in there, the entire room will glow."
"You're fucking disgusting."
"It's your brothers that are disgusting."
"That is why I'm glad they aren't my biological family."
He leaned in and looked at my computer time.
"It's 6:00. I'd better go." He said.
"Alright. See you tomorrow."
He climbed out of my window, and hopped down.
Well. I invite him to come over in the middle of the night, he arrives when I didn't expect him to and he sees me without a shirt on, I give him a collar as a late birthday gift, we watch YouTube videos, he goes to the bathroom, he complains about how much my brothers masturbate, and then he leaves by climbing out the window.
We have a strange relationship…
I opened the tab up again. Now who is the writer of this story…? Jonathan Daniels… Who the fuck is that? How is this link related to Leo's father whatsoever? Wait…
…Only one of his victims has ever gotten away. One of his first victims, named Leo Leonardo III. Main article is here.
I clicked on the link… No way… No way in fuck…
There's a news video…Play.
"Tragedy strikes this neighborhood, as it seems on Christmas morning, two bodies are discovered. They have been identified as Leo Leonardo II, and Jillian Leonardo. They have a single child, who has not yet been found. The police report shows that-" The news lady was interrupted by a cop walking out of the house with a small child following him.
The child is grey, with a white chest. He has blue pajamas on, but half of his PJ's are red. Half of his face is covered in dried blood, as well as his left arm and left leg.
The news lady and cameraman rushed passed the police, and got to the child first, putting the camera in his face.
"Young man, did you see the man who did this?" She asked, putting the microphone in his face.
He just sat there, a blank expression on his face. He didn't even respond to anything going on around him.
More and more news teams rushed and gathered around him, sticking microphones in his face, asking questions.
Eventually the police pushed them back. The news woman asked the cop that took the kid out of the house.
"Officer! What is the situation on the murders?" The cop gave a dirty look to the camera.
"We found that kitten, hiding underneath his parents' bed, drenched in his mother's f(BLEEP)ing blood, and the first thing you f(BLEEP)ing reporters do, is badger him with questions? Shame on you f(BLEEP)ing journalists. F(BLEEP)ing (BLEEP)holes." The cop said angrily.
"Well back to you, Michael." She said, before the camera cut away to the anchorman.
"Thank you, Maria. In other news, a recent burglary has-"
The video cut off there.
No fucking way.
No. Just… No.
There is no way in fucking hell.
I looked at one of the pictures in the article.
It was a small 4 year old kitten, grey fur, white chest, just like Leo, only he was covered in dried blood.
The caption stated; Traumatized Leo Leonardo III, covered in his mother's blood.
Alright, no one goes through that and comes out the other end mentally or emotionally stable. Just… No fucking way it's Leo. No fucking way the guy who is constantly doing stupid things, just to make people laugh, constantly playing video games and trash talking 12 year olds, is that little kid.
Should I be mad at him for not telling me for nine years? Or should he be mad at me for never asking? Why is he lying about this?
Maybe later today I should call him. We should talk about this. I mean, I knew he was a little odd when he was eight, but nothing to that fucking degree.
No way that's the same Leo. Walk out of your house on Christmas morning covered in your own mother's blood! There is no such thing as a mentally stable kid who has gone through that! That's because that only happens in fucking movies! In goddamn scary stories!
Uhg. Maybe I'm overreacting, like Leo usually accuses me of doing. He seemed to turn out perfectly fine.
But he never talked about it. Not to his foster parents, not to me, not to anyone.
You can't keep something like that buried in your soul!
I already knew his parents were dead… But… Like that… Before his eyes… It's just… Fucked up…
OI, now I'm nauseous. I'm thinking about this too hard. I'm just tired. It's probably not a big deal. I'll talk to him about it tomorrow.
I closed the tab, undressed, and got into bed.
And I've been thinking my parents' dying in a fire is fucked up. And he's been listening to me ranting about that. Even in middle school, I was going through the depressed puberty stage where I feel sorry for myself.
He came, and comforted me when I should've been comforting him all this time.
I sighed. Maybe guys are just like that all the time. Some kind of testosterone thing where if he shows emotion, he's weak or some shit.
But Jesus. I think if I had gone through that, I probably would've already killed myself. That's just too damn much. It's one thing for your mother to die, but when you're only four… on Christmas day… In front of your eyes… Covered in your mother's blood.
Uhg, I'm repeating the same thing in my mind.
Maybe I shouldn't talk to him about it. Maybe that's why he lied. But, it's not something you can keep bottled up. He needs to let out to someone.
I almost sound like his mother with this much worry… Oh… Bad joke…
This changes nothing. Don't speak to him about it. He's still the same old Leo.
…Yet somehow I think of him differently.
I guess some things are better off not knowing…
I woke up, still with the same thought in my head.
I got out of bed, and grabbed my phone. 12:00 pm. I texted Leo, asking if I may come over.
It took a minute, and then a response came. He said yes.
I took a shower, got dressed, put the phone in my pocket, and went out the door.
I don't spend too much time at home. Not with my step brothers home. On the bright side, they eventually stopped asking if I was dating Leo.
Everyone assumes we're dating. I mean, sure, we spend a lot of time together, but as fucking friends. Just because we happen to be of the opposite sex, means absolutely fucking nothing. Goddamn perverts.
I rode my bike over to his house. I walked in the door, he was expecting me anyway. Plus his foster parents always leave the door unlocked.
I walked into the living room, and Leo was standing behind a coffee table, with several console controllers on it.
"Choose your weapon." He said with a grin, pointing at all of the different console controllers.
I pointed at the PlayStation 3 controller.
"Ah, great choice." He agreed, tossing the controller to me, while he grabbed another.
He then cleared the table of the console controllers.
"Where are Zach and Jessica?" I asked him.
"Oh, Zach went with Jess to some sort of marriage counselor, for some reason or another. I call first player." He said, pressing the PS button first.
"I didn't realize their marriage was in trouble."
"It isn't. Jess is just paranoid that he isn't telling her everything, and that he's cheating on her or some shit, which he isn't. I would know. She's just emotional, they'll be fine." He said casually, as he looked through the game shelf.
He looked back at me, and cocked an eye.
"You seem off today." He said.
How the fuck does he do that!
"Is it that easy to tell?"
"Well, usually you're a lot more… Talkative. Wait…" He said, and then he leaned to me.
"Is it that… time of the month?" He asked lowly.
"What? No! It's not that."
"Well what is it?" He asked.
"It's… Something about my parents." I told him.
"Liar. What is it, really?" He asked.
How the fuck..? Since when is he a living lie detector?
"I know what you're thinking, and it's because your voice changes in pitch when you lie."
What the fuck…
"Am I THAT easy to read?" I asked him.
"Not usually, and that's what worries me. What's wrong?" He asked again.
I sighed.
"I really shouldn't…"
"Shouldn't what?"
"It's about you."
"And what about me can make you so fucking troubled?"
I inhaled deeply.
"Why did you lie about your parents?" I said quickly.
His eyes widened.
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me about the…" I didn't know quite how to phrase it.
"…incident with the… Christmas Killer..?" I finished.
His eyes turned serious.
"Who told you?" He asked sternly.
"No one. It was on a news article."
He sighed deeply.
"How did you get the article..?" He asked.
"I Googled your father's name."
"Why?"
"Because the story you told me didn't seem… Realistic…"
He just grabbed the PS3 controller, and sat down on the couch.
"Leo? You need to tell me-"
"I don't need to say anything."
"Leo, it's not possible to just keep something like that bottled up."
"You sound like my old therapist."
"Just, tell me, you need to talk about it, it's not healthy to-"
"Jesus, what are you? My mother? Just drop it, this conversation never happened." He sighed again.
"Just pick a game." He said, pointing at the game shelf.
Uhg, I knew I shouldn't have brought it up. Now he's mad at me. He's NEVER mad at me. It's just not… him.
We played Borderlands, but he didn't talk much. He pretty much only opened his mouth to ask if I needed a health vial.
"You don't have to give me the fucking silent treatment." I said, slightly agitated.
"Seems like the only thing you want me to do now-a-days is shut up." He said, without turning his head.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, all you do is scream at me about my jokes, or random conversations, in which I start just to make you fucking smile. Sure it works, but I usually get a punch to the gut because of it. Some friend." He said calmly.
That sentence infuriated me. I reacted on impulse, and swung my fist to punch him.
…Only he caught it in his hand.
He held my hand in place, and wouldn't let me go.
"Now that I call you out on it, you resort to violence yet again. Not surprising." He said, before jerking my hand towards me.
"Now either just keep playing the game, or get out." He said, with an expressionless face. He let go of my hand.
This isn't Leo… This just… Isn't him.
"Whatever, Leo. I'll come back whenever that bug up your ass crawls out." I said, frustrated by his attitude.
"Yet again, you resort to aggression, rather than just apologizing for trying to hit me. I CAN read you like a book, Aeris. It's because you're one of those books with a predictable ending." He said, before I walked out of the house.
I sighed as I walked to my bike. I really shouldn't be mad at him. After all, what I said clearly a sensitive topic for him. But that doesn't change what he fucking said.
This is the first time we have fought in years. I mean, yeah, we have gotten in disagreements and friendly scraps more than once, but this is the first actual fight we've had in years.
I'm sure he'll get over it eventually. I mean, it's Leo I'm thinking about. He's not one to dwell on things.
Eventually he'll tell me what happened that Christmas. But now, I just need to give him some space.
I guess I'll go finish that StarFox fic, since I have the time now.
I sighed. It's painful to think about how alone I would be without Leo.
Life is a game best plaid multiplayer.
Uhg, I know, I will work on Nine Lives soon. I'm not exactly sure why, but do you ever have that feeling, where you know what you have to do, and you know what you're going to do, but when you go to do it, your mind goes blank?
Yes, that's called writer's block. Oh, and that last line was borrowed from another story. I like that motto; "Life is a game best plaid multiplayer."
I got that line from the story 'Thx Noob' written by Boondock Jake. The original line is "And in all honesty, the game of life was so much more interesting with a second player."
Well said.
Thank you for the generous reviews, I'll keep working on this, and as soon as this struggle with writer's block is ended, Nine Lives will continue. I wouldn't give up like that.
And, I know, the first thing you are thinking is; "Aeris found out about Leo's past a little too quickly" and I hate to shove a new plot down your throat so early in the story. But there was no real need to build up to a moment like that. They've known each other for nine years, and I won't make her assume the worst. No one learns something like that and automatically makes the assumption; 'He must be a serial killer.' So don't worry about that. I'm not sure if she'll ever find out.
And yes, this will take place during high school. Junior Year, to be exact. That means there will be OCs. But none of which will take over the story, none of which will be a Mary Sue of any kind. This is a VG Cats fanfiction, and I would like to keep it that way. I've noticed so many other authors in this section devote their stories to their OCs, and just have Leo and Aeris on the sidelines. That's annoying to me. Make a VG Cats fanfiction, and then make it about a completely unrelated character…
But that's just my opinion. If you like that, then good for you. I prefer stories that remain focused on the main plot, and have very few sub-plots. On the rare occasions I will ever have sub-plots; I will make them so they are not too complicated to distract you from the main plot. A good story doesn't make you think TOO much. That's why I like to limit my descriptions to small details. If you make the reader think about too many details, then it makes it hard for them to visualize.
…Or is that just me? I don't know, I'm basing this story off of what I would like to read. I write my stories according to my personal tastes of what a story should be, hoping that the majority of the people will agree with me.
I like the characters to be themselves, I like a good AU story, I don't like overdeveloped OCs, and I like the right amount of humor involved.
As usual, if you want to point out flaws in my story, make a suggestion of possible future events in this story, or just say you like or hate it, then go ahead and leave a review. Flames are welcome, as well as good critique. Sometimes good critique is a flame. I know you don't want to set the world on fire, you just want to start a flame in my heart… or you want to set me on fire and watch me die. But I do believe that is considered murder, and arson.
Any and all reviews are welcome. I will read all of them.
And I know some of you are annoyed with the point of view changes, but I like to get multiple perspectives in my writing.
Oh, and if any of you actually live in Canada, please tell me if I get something wrong in the setting. I live in the U.S, and I literally know nothing about Canada. So I'm researching things about the country so I can write about it. While I did the research, I noticed the U.S border splitting the lake the VG Cats live next to and I was like, "What a beautiful place to dump corpses."
I base everything in my stories off of real world locations. Just because it would be cool if a Canadian who happened to live in Toronto read this, and noticed that the house Leo lives in is his neighbor. It would be funnier to learn that the owner of said house owned a cat.
And here I go babbling on about something completely unrelated… AGAIN. But I won't delete it. Kind of because it took me a bit to write that, but mainly because I like to think you are actually reading this, and are enjoying this one sided conversation.
By the way, LuxUmbra2012, you don't have to redo the chapters. I'm sure many people are waiting for the next chapter to come out, and they all probably hate me for inspiring you to rewrite your story.
There's nothing wrong with the first version of your story, all you really need to do is edit a few things here and there, not completely redo everything. The only really noticeable thing that is wrong with your story is the way you do speech. Like I said before, use a new line between speeches, so it's easier to keep track of who's talking. But that's pretty much it. A few clicks and a few taps of the enter button, and your story is fixed of the one annoyance I found.
I will probably do one-shots about this story at a later date, mainly about the victims Leo has killed before this story took place. Hell, I'll probably do a completely separate story, where every single one of his victims are recorded. 43 victims, 43 chapters. But that will come later.
Well, bye for now. And if you sat and read all of that, congrats, you have read 1,010 words of my useless ramblings.
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