Okay! So we are getting slightly closer to this story ending. Bummer, eh?

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL, you're in luck. My amazing girlfriend decided to write a sister story to this.

Just type in the regular fanfiction url then add: /s/10547818/1/Opheliac

It is John's POV and it is REALLY GOOD! Trust me!

John took silent steps down the hall so he would not wake Dave up. He had seen a little glint of something in Dave's eyes when he had asked where Dave had went. Whenever Dave lied, his eyes darted around the room and his breathing was uneven. John had to make sure though...He would know if anyone had been in his room.

He opened the door and examined it. It didn't look like anyone had been inside, but he was worried. He didn't want Dave in this room…

John took a seat in front of the blood stained wall and just stared at it getting lost in his own would it be like if Dave and him actually got married...they could live in this house forever and not have to worry about anyone else. He grinned to himself. That would be so very lovely.

"Dave, you're so great at this," John giggled as a soapy hand slid up and down his pale chest. The once clear water was pink and slightly brown and soapy- very soapy. John liked it. Dave sat outside the tub, cleaning John's chest. The idea had come from Dave; John came to Dave covered in blood and dirt.

It was so awful...and it smelled equally the same. Dave could only resort to giving his boyfriend a bath. Dave moved the small rag in small circles on the boy's face with a little pinch to his nose; a playful gesture. It caused John to let out a cute squeal of delight and happiness. He now liked baths. If bathing meant Dave would be here to do it, then it was worth it!

John pouted a little noticing that Dave was quiet...but he did look thin...and exhausted. "Are you okay, Davey bear?" he asked. "Aren't you happy?"

Dave looked up at John, focusing in on John's eyes. "Of course I am. I'm just kinda hungry...and I kind of...miss my bro."

"I promise I'll get you something after bath time~ What do you want?" John sat up in the tub, bubbles stuck to his pale stomach. He reached up with small, wet hands and cupped Dave's cheeks. "What is it?"

"Can you get me something good?"

"Of course," John spoke softly. He trailed a hand down Dave's chest slowly while he stared into Dave's ruby orbs. His small fingers slipped up Dave's dirty shirt then knotted into the fabric pulling him closer so Dave's hand that held tightly to the tub fell into the water. The raven forced his lips against Dave's, pushing his tongue into Dave's mouth.

The kiss was so deep and loving, and heated that soon Dave was in the tub with John, naked as well. Their bodies molded together like puzzle pieces. Everything was working out just as John wanted. Dave was his…

The two both belonged together. They were truly inseparable.

After devouring several hamburger and chicken nuggets together, the two boys sat on the couch together, cuddling. Dave rest between John's legs while John ran his hands through the soft, fluffy blond hair. "My sweet, Davey~" he purred sweetly. "I love you so much~"

Dirk Strider with Lil Cal strapped to his back, walked through the woods. He had heard that several cops had made their way in but had not returned. What if John or Dave were out there? He had to take a risk. He adjusted his orange and black jacket around his chest then continued to walk. He whispered to himself, "Dave, you better be alive when I find your ass…"

Dirk had thought that moving to Washington was a great idea for Dave. To get away from the neighbors that constantly called the police because he trained Dave on the roof on how to fight. He saw no problem. But the neighbors did. He searched online for a new job opportunity anywhere that would take him. He applied in different states as well- Washington just so happened to take him in so he went.

Dave was not so enthralled. In fact, the whole plane ride to Washington Dave had headphones draped over his ears with Eminem and classic music, blaring.

However, as soon as that Egbert kid had dropped in Dave's life, that's all that Dave talked about. How nerdy John was, and how John was his only friend- his best bro. Dirk didn't find a problem with it. Not at first...Not until one night that John had slept over.

Dirk had just came home from work, he heard Dave's television blaring all the way from the front door. He sighed a little. Damn it, lil man. Can't you just turn it off? He made his way to his younger brother's door with his ninja like ways with quiet steps. He had his hand on the door knob when he heard a slightly higher pitched male voice in Dave's room speak. "Davey, no one will ever hurt you~ You'll be mine. Mine."

Dirk was an idiot. He just thought that he was tired, and that possibly John was just crushing hard on the boy- he was...but he didn't expect that his brother's boyfriend was psychotic. He sighed again. He felt so awful...and guilty…

He took a few more steps just as he saw an old house.. It appeared to be abandoned, but it also looked as though someone had to be living there...He slowly approached, hiding behind a bush. He stared at the house. It was white with fissures going up the front side. The concrete steps that lead to the porch were cracked and missing chunks, and the glass of the window broken as well.

Dirk contemplated...Do I go in, or go after the police?