These updates are kind of flying out. Mostly because my girlfriend, PepsiRabbit, is demanding me to keep updating.
Don't forget, if you're interested, to read her sister story to this one. It's called Opheliac! It's all John's POV. It's amazing

Dirk slowly took in his new surroundings. So many corpses of dead animals just piled up in different parts of the room. A few sat up right around a small table with dirty cups. He felt so sick. Nausea in the bottom of his stomach. Oh…

He looked at the wall that was in his view. It read: DAVEY IS MINE FOREVER. HE WILL BE MINE!

It was decorated with little hearts. Bloody hearts and handwriting.

John grabbed Dirk by the back of the shirt, pulling him away. "Get away! Don't go in there!" He knew it was too late! He felt his eyes watering. No...no! He slammed the door shut just as Dave joined in the hall.

He stood there, staring. "John, what happened?" he asked.

John looked over at Dirk just praying he would not tell Dave what he saw!

"Dave, you can't stay here anymore. Neither can John. You both need to get out of here," Dirk said. "I opened that door and found a pile of dead corpses inside!"

Dave cast a glance at John then back at his brother. "John…" Dave said slowly.

John began to panic. Dirk had just said Dave couldn't stay here anymore with him! No! No! Oh, God! Please, no! John whimpered. What could he do? He hurt that police officer, but could he actually hurt Dave's brother?

However, Dirk had just been placed on John's enemy list. He had to do something...Anything. He trembled as a little voice whispered in his ear. It told him pure lies, but in his mind it was all true! It was all true! His blue eyes became hard and he immediately came after Dirk with his arms out in front of him, palms as well. He cried out loudly just as he was about to strangle Dirk when something caught the back of his shirt.

He snarled, turning around to see what it was. He saw a monster- it was Dave in reality. In John's eyes, a black monster had taken Dave's shape. He pulled his fist back and brought a punch to Dave's face, knocking him on his rear. The 'monster' became Dave again. John gasped. He hurt Dave! No! No! He hurt Dave!
He trembled uncontrollably as the voice whispered to him. It was Dirk's fault! He was the monster! He had tricked him! He turned around to face the other blond, however, he was not there. He was beside Dave.

Dave held his nose with both hands while blood seeped out between his pale freckled hands. The younger Strider grunted in pain while the older Strider held the younger to his chest. "I'll get you out of here," Dirk whispered to Dave.

John's hands balled into fists. He would not take Davey! No! He dashed away from the Strider's, going into the bedroom that no one was allowed inside. He retrieved a knife that lay on a bloodied table. He felt power. Much power by holding this. He wished he had his hammer though. It did much more damage and gave him a rise. He smirked to himself. Davey would not be going anywhere.

John returned to the hallway with his knife in his left hand. A little laughter escaped his lips. "Dirk, you are not going to take him away from me. No one will."

Dirk looked up at the boy. "Shit," he whispered. He sat Dave up and stood upright. He moved in front of Dave while his hand went under his shirt where he retrieved a small knife. He held it out to John. "You need help. Dave does, too. John, let me help you!"

"No! I don't want your help you monster!" John shouted. "You're going to take Davey away!"

Dirk should have taken Dave, or told Dave to flee once he found him in the bathroom. He was an idiot. A big idiot. The only problem was that Dave was in love with John. His brother could not stand it when John wasn't texting him or over at their apartment. He remember coming home from work one evening. He saw Dave on the couch with his phone clutched in his hand while he watched Con Air.

Dave hated Nic Cage. He only watched it so he could tell John that he had seen it. Dave continued to watch movies that John liked because he wanted to take a dip in John Egbert's pool.

Dirk was certain his brother also had Stockholm syndrome as well. He literally would have had a kicking and screaming red eyed boy in his arms.

Dirk stared at John. "I won't take you away from Dave. You need to trust me on and lil man will come home and the doctors will take care of you both."

John scoffed. "What doctors? They are monsters. Poking you with needles all the time. Holding your arm tightly with cold, gloved hands! They don't even care if you're getting better! They just want money! THEY ARE MONSTERS!" The raven moved his knife in a slashing motion.

John indeed was right about some doctors. Some adults went to college to study medicine and how to be doctors because of the money.

"We won't let anyone hurt you," Dave said with a small voice. "I mean it. I'll be with you every step of the way." His hands stained red along with his nose and top lip.

John stared at Dave with those hard blue eyes. "You mean it, Davey?"

"I mean it…" Dave said with a small smile forming on his lips.

John stared at Dave. Should he really go back? Should he take that risk? After all, Dave could be lying…

John swallowed hard while he stared at the knife. Should he stay or go?

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