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Not knowing what to do was the worst thing for Dave Strider. He had no idea that this boy, whom he had begun to fall in love with, was a serial killer. John Egbert was the boy always on the honor's list every semester. He was the boy that every single teacher admired. John was a straight A student. This John had blood on his hands.
He cleared his throat as he stood there, staring down at the boy's blue eyes. He heard John talking to him. "…makes me love you more," Dave heard. Inwardly, he shook his head several times. The red lights were blaring in his head that told him to get out of this situation. He made a horrible, harrowing mistake. He couldn't be here. He had to leave.
"Dave," John said. "What do you think?"
A cold hand laid on Dave's wrist and the succulent smell of clean linen filled the blond's nostrils. It took a moment for him to comprehend what was happening. He had to just ask. "What did you say?"
"I asked if you would come with me to our possible new home. We can do anything we want, and we don't have to worry about anyone. I'm tired of being messed with. I'm tired of people making fun of me and treating us like we don't matter. Aren't you tired of it? Everyone thinks that since you're the cool, quarter back, baseball kid that you're always making good grades. I'm tired of being stereotyped. What about you?" John asked with a hush in the other's ear.
John's breath tickled his ear like a warm breeze on a stormy day. It felt as though he was being embraced by the warmth, but the storm kept him on edge. He chewed his lower lip and he opened his mouth, but had no time to speak. A cloth was pinched over his nose and mouth, and the smell of chloroform took over him.
The raven took Dave in his arms, cradling him careful as though he wore a porcelain doll. He pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, gathered the boy's phone, and the cloth, walking to the closet. Once at the closet, John began to pack away the rest of the evidence, careful to use gloves and bleach.
However, not a moment too soon, Mayor came running over barking at John with a whine, tail wagging. The cute dog's big eyes, as brown as chocolate, were filled to the brim with fear and apprehension. John's eyes snapped and one could swear his eyes went a shade darker. He slowly moved his head and eyes until they were staring down at the dog. "What's wrong, Mayor?" he dared to ask, holding Bro's head in his hand by the hair.
The dog whined again while his ears pressed down to his head, his tail limp.
Once again, John dared to speak, "You better be quiet! If you don't, something may just happen to you or Dave!"
As if Mayor could understand him, he quieted down, laying on the floor. Instantly, John's eyes softened, brightened even, and he patted the dog's head with his glove. "Good boy~!"
Dave rolled over and opened his eyes to see that the sun was shining right into his eyes. Where the hell were his shades? He squinted as everything came to, and he came to a halt. The room he was in was not his house. The wallpaper was peeling away; once upon a time they must have been white with 70's style flowers in pink's and oranges. The windows were cracked, and the floors were covered in dirt and rocks.
He slowly sat up in the bed in fear of lying in a bed of bugs, but the mattress was clean. So were the blankets, which so happened to be his. He then realized that this bed was his… "What the fuck?" he whispered.
The door opened quickly to reveal John dressed in a dirty apron and chef hat, spatula in hand. "Good morning, Davey! I'm making us pancakes!"
Dave watched John exit the room and instinctively followed after. "John, where are we?" the boy called after him.
"We are in mommy's home," John answered as he walked down the hallway of peeling wallpaper. When John passed a third door, he stopped and pointed with the spatula. "Davey bear, don't go in there. That's the bad room. If you get caught in there, I'm afraid that something terrible will happen to you…" He slowly seemed to lose the pep in his step at that. As if he wasn't the cause of whatever happened to someone who went in there.
"What's in there?" Dave dared to ask, coming to a stop behind the other.
John looked over his shoulder and softly said, "There are things that people are not meant to see. I don't want you seeing what kind of mess there is in that very room. You are too precious to see it. Once you see it, you will be messed up forever." He shook his head then he began to walk once again, going down a set of stairs. "Let's eat breakfast. I have apple juice for you."
What could be in that room? Dave pressed a hand to the door then his ear, but before he could even listen, the smell of something dead filled his nostrils. "Davey!" John yelled. "Come on!"
Dave pulled back from the door and immediately came to John's voice. Whatever was in there was not alive anymore.