Hello, how are you chpt. 4

Mathew had been forced into being another Target Scouter for the two murderers. He'd also been forced to kill some people, and he had cried about it every single night after that first death. It was horrible.

That first one, which had been the hardest to do, was the absolute worst, Mathew had nightmares about the homeless man they'd shot that night, the way his face had looked up to them from his seated position and the feeling as the gun jolted in his hand. The shocked look on the guy's face when he saw the gun, and especially the sweet innocent looking person behind it. The blood as it splattered on the cement behind the man. The body as it had slumped over and Lars and his mother had dragged him away, kicking and screaming, crying, from it. The vomit he'd thrown up shortly thereafter.

Lars would give him disgusted looks as he watched him heave with muscle wrenching sobs until he vomited nearly every night. He would say things like, "Crying for yourself just means that you pity yourself. Do you pity your situation right now, Mathew? Wouldn't that mean that you also pity me? I don't feel the need for pity. Go cry somewhere else."

Sometimes, Lars would kick him to get him to shut up.

Many times, Lars would hit him. But, despite threats to do more than that, Lars never touched him besides a smack to the head or a punch after the time he took a pair of knives to his stomach during the first week there. He'd made about a dozen cuts before he threw the knives down and said that Mathew was too boring to cut. Then he'd bandaged him up and made sure the cuts didn't get infected. Lars had even stepped in for Mathew when his mother had wanted to have a bit of fun with her newest weapons a few weeks later.

Mathew found himself feeling thankful to Lars for the small gestures many times.

Then hitting his head against the wall and saying the curse words that he'd always been too much of a goody two-shoes to say before as he wondered why he would ever even look at Lars without hate in his eyes or think about him without the same hard feeling.

But, the fact remained that he was no longer innocent, and when there is no one else around, you crave companionship. Even if the only two people around is your kidnapper and torturer.

Then the police had caught up to them a little over two years after Mathew had been kidnapped.

Lars had made a distraction to draw attention to himself when he saw the cop car pull in so that Mathew could run away. They were in the midst of a killing. There was no hiding it. Anything. So, in that split second that he knew their fate, he knew that he would protect Mathew. He'd turned back right before he'd started yelling and throwing stuff at the police and generally making a ruckus and grabbed Mathew to pull him closer. "I love you, Mathew." He'd said into Mathew's hair and wrapped him in a hug.

And Mathew had pushed him away. "I-I-I d-don't love you." He'd replied before scrambling away across the wooden floorboards of the vacation cabin they'd trapped their latest victim in. Mathew was by the door by the time Lars replied.

"I figured that."

Mathew had wrenched the door open and ran out onto the beach bordering the lake so close to the little cabin.

He'd screamed when a police officer had grabbed him.

Then Lars had called out from the door way not even fifteen feet away. "Mathew! No matter how far you run away from my mom and I, we will hunt you down again and again! You can't escape!"

Everything had been happening too fast. Mathew had started shivering in the policeman's grasp.

The officer Beilschmidt had frowned. As his coworkers had grabbed Lars and handcuffed him he'd called out to Lars. "Hey, you. What is this boy to you?"

Lars had laughed. "Isn't it obvious? He was my toy. We caught him a while ago, but I took a liking to his pretty little face. I kept him instead of killing him along with the others. A much better option considering his looks, right? Now let go of him! He's mine!"

Mathew had started crying into the policeman's shirt.

Asking him who the boy was had just been formalities. It was pretty obvious to all there that the boy wasn't one of the two killers. They just needed confirmation that he was a victim so they didn't need to take any precautions like handcuffing him or anything and scaring him anymore than he was, as shown by how he couldn't speak even and explain his story. Now they had a pretty good gist of it. If the boy couldn't speak, they could build off of what they knew now. But, was what was just said really to be believed? He shook his head a tiny bit. There was no reason to believe it wasn't the truth. There were only two killers, everyone on the case knew that. And they knew that it was a middle-aged woman and a teenage boy working together, likely mother and son. Another boy working with them had never been reported...but there had been some videos of another boy being dragged along sometimes. So maybe the story was to be believed. Questions could be asked later though. For now there were more pressing matters.

It was a good thing he'd decided that, because Mathew had passed out then and the officer, Detective Beilshmidt, had noticed his hand getting wet where it grasped Mathew's side.

He'd glanced up and, after commanding his subordinates to get Lars into the patrol car, he'd lowered Mathew to the ground and tore off his shirt.

Blood.

This boy had a deep knife wound in his side.

Blood everywhere.

"Hey! One of you come over here and start on his first aid while I detain the killers." Detective Beilschmidt called to one of his understudies that had come up with him and was trailing like a nervous duck behind him on the beach.

It was too bad that the amount of understudies almost outnumbered the number of trained officers here. But, then again, they hadn't exactly thought they would get a call from a potential victim while they were doing their rounds.

Lars struggles a lot and it takes a while to capture him and put him into cuffs. His mother commits suicide just before they burst through the doors, and Lars knows it's because she would rather die than be taken behind bars. She never had been good at dealing with her actions.

Later on-two years later

Mathew is still visiting Lars in prison. They never talk much, but Mathew just feels the need to be by him at times. His brother always tells him it isn't a good idea. And the psychiatrist his parents hired for him tells him it's just a figment of his imagination, and Lars agrees with him. But Mathew still comes, and Lars has stopped telling him to go. It's not like he had any other friends anyway besides Mathew and staying in prison was the price he must pay for his life so far.

Every time Mathew leaves, he whispers thank you to him. And sometimes, Lars is rewarded when Mathew pauses to glance back at him.

Hiiiiii lovelies~ Have a good day, m'kay? You deserve it. ;)