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John peeked out of the door. "Davey?" he said softly. He had fresh blood on his cheeks. He had to hide away in this room before he threw his big tantrum. He couldn't have Dave suffering through a tantrum that could possibly end his lovers life. He sighed heavily and tried again. Where was Dave?

Oh, no! Did he leave?!

If he left...so help him…

John looked in every room shouting for Dave, but in every room there was a dark mass that hissed at him, warning him to stay away!

John collapsed in the living room, sobbing loudly. "DAVEY! DAVEY! PLEASE COME BACK! I'M SCARED! I'M SCARED! DAVEY!" He hiccuped as warm tears rolled down his eyes. He held onto himself while he hiccuped and cried.

Dave wasn't coming back! The monsters would close in on him and devour him! He screamed in fear and anger and sadness. He wiped at his eyes harshly but the tears kept rolling over his cheeks. He hiccuped again as a voice told him something. Something he would regret in the end.

He grabbed a knife from the kitchen table and went out the back door. If Davey couldn't be his, no one could ever have him!

Dave sat in the living room by himself. They- Dirk and Dave- had been interrogated about what had happened. After Dave's interrogation, the officers took Jake, Dirk, and Mr. Egbert into a different room so they could all talk.

The young Strider sat there thinking to himself. He should be heading home soon...John would be worried about him. Oh, John would be so upset! He would be punished definitely.

The blond started to pick at his clean clothes; he wore red skinny jeans with a black t-shirt and clean socks. He stood up after a few more moments of just sitting there knowing that John was upset. He slid his shoes on carefully and quietly, grabbed a backpack and placed a bottle of apple juice inside and a few other things like first aid paraphernalia. He made his way toward the front door. He looked over at the side table to only find a flashlight. He picked it up and went out the door as quietly as possibly, shutting it behind him with an inaudible click.

He couldn't drive because all the damn police cars blocked the jeep. He grumbled under his breath then he ran into the woods with the flashlight trailing in front of him. He hoped John wasn't mad at him! He didn't leave on his own! He was forced by Dirk!

He jumped over a few roots then came to a subtle jog. He felt so dizzy and sick; eating that whole pizza and that bag of chips was not a good idea. He stopped in front a tree, placed his hand on the trunk and he leaned over, throwing up on the grass and roots. He clutched his stomach as the acid burned in the back of his throat. He slowly stood right up just as he heard the sound of twigs snapping and the rustle of leaves.

He looked around. Could it be John? Or was it an animal?

"That is all that you know, Mr. Strider?" asked a police officer that had short brown hair. He crossed his arms over his protruding stomach.

Dirk nodded. "Yes, sir. It was unexpected of course. I didn't know your kid was like this," he said looking over at Mr. Egbert.

Mr. Egbert looked at Dirk with a little frown. "I had no idea John hadn't been taking his pills. I thought he was doing as told-"
"You should have been paying more attention," Jake interrupted.

Mr. Egbert frowned more. "Well, excuse me-"

"You're always working, aren't you?" Jake said.

"Maybe, but so is Mr. Strider," Mr. Egbert said with his arms crossed.

"Don't bring Dirk into this. You knew your kid was sick. You should have been with him to make sure he took all his medication."

"It doesn't matter now. It's too late."

Dirk walked out of the room to check on Dave. He wondered if he was okay. Dave ate a whole pizza and almost an entire bag of Doritos. That was great and all, but-

He looked at the couch where Dave had been last, but...he wasn't there! WHAT?! Where did he go?! He searched the other rooms, the closets, and the bathroom, but the young Strider was not in the house!

"Hey, Davey," a voice said behind Dave with slight seduction.

Dave turned around slowly to see John standing there with a long knife. "John…"

"You ran away," John said running his finger up the side of the blade. "That's a bad boy...a very bad boy…" He looked up at the boy with darkness in those blue eyes.

"I didn't-"

"If I can't have you, nobody can," he said with irritation in his voice. He brought the knife up and launched himself at Dave.

Dave was paralyzed in spot. Oh, God! What was going to happen! He thought John loved him!