Whoa it's chapter four. Where...say it with me now, shit goes down.

Wow.

Any way, I went to see Catching Fire with my class, and it was so good.

When they were getting water from the tree, and Finnick had some, my friend turned to me and said 'He's a thirsty boy.' And I said 'Stop that's sexual.' And my friend just...I cant any more. I'm done with them.

That was one of the most disturbing moments of my life...

Any way, I killed off Berwald and Peter. /Crowd boos in the distance

But yeah.

I'm going to warn everyone now, I cant write kissing scenes. The only time I've even tried...was when I was ten and wrote terrible stories about House of Anubis. So...just. Try not to cry. Unless you feel like it. Then we can cry together, because I can assure you I was crying while writing it.

So...50th Doctor Who Anniversary episode was epic! Tom Baker, Billie and Peter Capaldi were there! I cant even describe how happy I was when watching it!

Any way, I don't really have to much to say.

Hope you like that chapter.

~Faygo

And for a while things were cold
They were scared down in their homes
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines

Dirty Paws- Of Monsters and Men

Chapter Four

"If you're going to ask me about the 'third' person again, I'm leaving." Lars said, stopping Mathias mid-sentence.

"I only have one question. Then, we wont talk about it any more." Mathias said.

Lars sighed, and nodded. "Fine. One question."

"What's his name?" Mathias shot at him.

"Ask something else." Lars replied, looking away from him.

"There are no rules to asking questions!" Mathias snapped.

Lars glared at him. "It's Erikur. Now leave me alone about him." He said.

"What if I told you that Erikur might be a homicidal maniac?" Mathias asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I would say you're crazy." Lars replied, sighing in defeat.

"Let me just show you this. Tell me if it looks like him." Mathias pulled a folded up piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Lars.

Lars stared at it for a moment, before unfolding it slowly. How would this look like Erikur? Mathias had never seen him before.

Lars almost fell out of his seat.

It looked like Erikur.

But...he was covered in blood...

"How did you..." Lars said, his voice trailing off.

"So that's Erikur then?" Mathias asked, sounding hopeful.

"Yes. But..."

"So he is a homicidal maniac." Mathias said, nodding to himself.

"He isn't a homicidal maniac!" Lars snapped.

"Let's just see who's dead. Arthur, that other guy Lukas knew, Gilbert, one of Lukas' students, Berwald and his kid. They're all dead, and I'm pretty damn sure little Erikur here is the one killing them all. And I think I know why you haven't been targeted yet." Mathias said. "Because he knows you. Because he actually gives a damn about you."

"You're crazy." Lars said.

"Humour me, has Erikur ever come home with blood all over him?"

Lars didn't say any thing.

"So he has? Fantastic! What night?"

"Last...last Friday."

"Friday? Isn't that when one of Lukas' students were murdered?"

Lars only nodded.

"Then, there's our killer."

Lars pulled at his scarf. "I still think this is crazy. That you're crazy."

"But you're not denying it." Mathias said, chuckling.

"So what are you going to do then? Report it?" Lars asked.

"No. We're going to get more proof."
"There's already 'proof.'"

Mathias laughed. "I say not enough."

"How are you going to get it?"

"More like...how you're going to get it."

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torment of man. Can any one tell me what that means?" Lukas asked, sitting down on the edge of his desk.

One person raised their hand. "Raivis."

"It means that...I guess that it means hope is almost always useless. Everyone hopes for something, but few are blessed with the sense of relief? I...I don't know."

"That's nice." Lukas said, smiling. "I like that. Anyone else? No one? Hm. Michelle?"

The girl looked up from her book, which she had been trying to hide. "I don't know what it means." She said quickly.

"Or you weren't paying attention." He rolled his eyes. "Hope in reality is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torment of man. What does it mean?" He asked.

"I don't know. I don't think that it would go with the quote" She said.

"Tell me what you think it means." He said.

"Hope is something you have, something that you keep. You cant get rid of it. It's there, it's always there, kind of like a parasite." She said before looking back down at her book.

"Interesting." He said. "Now can any-"

"It eats away at you, breaking you down." She said, cutting him off. "Hope. It's kind of funny if you think about it. I hope that there will be another Harry Potter book. But there obviously won't be. But I keep on hoping that there is. Even though I clearly know there isn't going to be another one." She paused, and looked back up from her book.

"We all hold on to the hope of something. No matter how utterly useless it is. Why do we do that? Why do we hope?"

There was a silence in the room.

"I should write that down!" She said suddenly, making everyone jump.

"She has you beat Raivis." Lukas said.

"A-at least I didn't take five minutes to explain it." The boy protested.

"She still has you beat. But good job."

The house was quiet when he got back. Laura had left a note, saying she had gone out. Probably left for Erikur. Lars shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the kitchen, trying to seem normal as possible. Erikur was still in the house. Most likely in his room. He could have been on the ceiling, and Lars wouldn't have been surprised. He had attempted it before...And he never really knew why.

He walked down the hallway, carefully choosing each step, almost expecting Erikur to jump out of one of the doors and attack him. Maybe even kill him. He reached Eirkur's door, and stood by it, listening for some sort of sound.

"We must not look at goblin men, we must not buy their fruits."

Lars' head snapped to the end of the hallway. Erikur stood there, both hands behind his back.

"Who knows upon what soil they fed...their hungry, thirsty roots." He finished. "When did you get home?" Erikur asked, smiling.

"Just...now." Lars said, trying to stop his voice from shaking.

"So, where did you go?" Erikur took a step forward.

"Out." Lars replied, swallowing.

Erikur chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I mean, where did you go? As in, you tell me where you went. I know you went out. But where is 'out?'" He took another step forward.

"It's none of your business." Lars said, looking away from him.

"Yeah, you're right. It's none of my business, that you went out with a friend of yours. What's his name? Mathias? Right? Mathias Kohler?" Another step.

"Yes...how did you know that?" Lars asked.

"Has he ever told you about...well, his, let me see. What can I call him...son? Nephew? A little boy?"

"No..." Lars said, taking a step back.

"He hasn't told you about me? What a shame, what a shame. Remember when you found me? In the lake?"

Lars nodded.

"Well, when Mathias was a bit younger...he had a little boy to take care of. Because that little boy had an angry mother. And that angry mother was going to hurt the little boy. Throw him off a cliff." Erikur laughed. "And guess who failed at taking care of the little boy? Guess who is the little boy?" Erikur's smile dropped. "Give me a guess." He took a step forward.

"You...were the little boy?" Lars asked, taking another step back, hitting the wall.

Erikur nodded. "Now, who was supposed to take care of the little boy?"

"M-Mathias..."

Erikur was standing right in front of him now. "Oh, you're good at this." He reached up with one hand and grabbed Lar's scarf, and pulled his head forward so they were face to face.

"Do you know the real name of the little boy?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"N-No..."

"Oh that's too bad...that's horrible." Erikur smiled. "The little boys name is Emil. My little secret, Mathias' little secret. It's funny. I've been trying s hard, so hard. To get rid of everyone who stood in my way of getting to him. Everyone. And I never thought for a second you'd be one of them too. I don't know whether to kill you...or keep you alive."

"You cant kill me..." Lars said, his voice shaking.

"Yes I can." Erikur snapped. "I killed all those other people...Berwald, Gilbert, Arthur, Vlad, Lilli, Peter...Why wouldn't I be able to kill you?"

"Because you care about me." Lars said.

"Yeah, I care about you. I love you, so much...But I also love Mathias. Lukas...I love them too." Erikur pulled his other hand from behind his back. A knife. He had a knife. "I love them too."

Lars shoved Erikur off of him, sending him to the floor. The knife skidded down the hallway. Lars tried to run at it, but Erikur grabbed his ankle, sending him to the floor. He hit his head on the floor hard, making him see stars. Erikur stood, and brushed himself off, and walked over to the knife, and picked it up, as if nothing had happened. He tsk'd as he walked back over to Lars.

"That was pathetic. Almost as bad as Berwald. He threw two punches and got a knife in the back. Sit up."

Lars quickly sat up, and tried to stand, but was kneed in the head.

"No. Just sit." Erikur snapped.

He sat back up, rubbing at his head.

"So you're only killing people who are close to Mathias and Lukas?" He asked, trying to buy himself time.

Erikur laughed. "They just get in my way."

"Why don't you just go talk to them then?"

"Oh, no. I cant do that. They don't care about me any more. I don't matter. And I'm fixing that."

"By killing everyone they care about? That's stupid..."

Erikur bent down in front of Lars, and held the knife up between their heads.

"You're stupid." Erikur said, almost sounding like his normal self. "You were going to attack me, try something with me, weren't you? You and Mathias making a silly little plan to stop me from killing any one else? That's sweet..."

"Humour me, will you? Who do you love?" Erikur said suddenly.

"Everyone I love? You'll just..." Lars stopped himself.

"Kill them? No. I'm not that heartless." He laughed. "Okay maybe I am. But that's not the point. Or maybe it is. Who do you love?"

Lars swallowed. "I don't have many people."

"Just me and Laura? Oh that's sad...But maybe you don't love me any more. Do you still love me?" Erikur asked.

"I-"

"Do you still love me? Even though I've killed people? Even though I might kill you? Even though I'm a bit crazy?" He almost sounded hopeful.

Lars didn't say any thing.

"You don't love me any more? I'm not your little brother? Oh! Maybe...you didn't love me as a brother...Maybe I didn't matter. I was just a burden. Is that it? Was I just a burden?"

"N-no..." Lars said

Erikur lowered the knife. "So...what am I to you then?"

"You're..." Lars paused, before saying something."Stop it." He snapped.

"What?" Erikur asked.

"Stop it! You're...I don't know what you're trying but stop it!"

Erikur sighed, and pressed his forehead to Lars'. "Do you know what you were to me? What you are to me? How I feel about you?"

"I said stop it..." Lars said.

"I'm in love with you." Erikur said.

"Stop it! Just stop it!"

"I'm in love with you. I love you so much...but you're in my way." Erikur grabbed Lars' hand. "And I really don't like that."

"Then kill me." Lars said.

Erikur didn't reply. Lars took this as a chance to tackle the boy to the floor, sending the knife away from them. He pinned Erikur's hands beside his head.

"So this is how you're going to stop me? You're going to seduce me? It might possibly be working." Erikur winked.

"You're an idiot." Lars said.

"No, I'm a homicidal maniac. Now kiss me."

"What?"

Erikur rolled his eyes. "Come on, you know how it works. You kiss me, I kiss you. Then one of us kills the other with that pretty little knife over there. Just a quick kiss? I wont try any thing."

"Stop."

Erikur pouted. "Is it because I tried to kill you?"

"I'm-Are you seriously suggesting that I want to kiss you right now? Of all times, now?"

Erikur smiled. "Please?"

"No."

"Just kiss me before I do try any thing." Erikur said.

Lars leaned down a bit, his lips painfully close to Erikur's.

"You're a homicidal maniac." He said.

"Well I did live with a homicidal mother who wanted to send me off of a cliff as a kid." Erikur shrugged.

"So one of us is going to die?" Lars asked.

"I would imagine." Erikur said. "Maybe that's why I want to kiss you."

"You're an idiot." Lars repeated.

"Homicidal maniac. Excuse you." Erikur said, before tangling his fingers in Lars' hair, and pulling him down for a kiss.

Lars' quickly returned it, letting a sigh escape as he did. But then he pulled away, making Erikur pout.

"So one of us dies?" He asked.

Erikur's eyes widened.

Lars went for the knife.

And thus concludes chapter four.

I don't have any thing to say for this authors note.

~Faygo