Click.
Click.
The sound of the suitcase shutting cut through the silent house, which made Dave shake like crazy. His gaze darted from the bedroom door and back to the suitcase. He was going to get out of here. He had to.
He rubbed together his hands that were sweating and beginning to become as icy as snow. He sucked in a breath, picked up the baggage, and slowly released the breath. One. Two. Three, he told himself.
He walked out of the bedroom door, and quietly walked down the creaking stairs. Each step he took he could hear them grunt and groan under the pressure, which made him bite down on his lower lip. He had to hurry!
He quickly, and quietly, made his way down the stairs and made a run to the living room where he scooped Mayor up. "We're getting out of here," Dave whispered to the dog, who whined back in pain.
The male turned around and was greeted with a pair of dark blue eyes. "Hey, baby," John said innocently.
Dave let out a surprised noise. "H-hey," he stuttered.
"Where are you going?" the raven asked, peeking down at the suitcase. A hand went to his hip and the other held a knife.
"Oh, I was going to take Mayor for a little walk outside, and bury this suitcase," he lied, licking at his drying lips.
"Well, how about you come with me? Mayor and the suitcase can wait. I brought you a present," John replied. He took the bag from the other male, put it down, and lead him up the stairs.
John lead Dave to the door. The door that John said to never open. Now...he was taking him inside. Dave now didn't want to go in. He shook his head and began to pull back. "I don't want to-" he pleaded, but John didn't care.
The door opened and the three (dog included) were greeted with the smell of rotting flesh. John danced inside the room and flipped on the light to reveal bodies of animals and people were laying altogether like a madman's art museum. What made Dave look over at the window was the scream of a man. A man that had to be well over the age of thirty. He had a dirty cloth tightly wrapped around his mouth and his hands and feet were tied to the chair.
"Who's this?" Dave asked with curiosity.
"This is the man that hit your mom and dad, Davey," John said, sliding an arm around the man's shoulders. "I found him today after our nap! Isn't it sad that he didn't even stay to call the police? He left. He hit your parents, went home unharmed, and has never been to court for his crimes. It took a while to figure this out on who it was, but it wasn't too hard whenever I asked around in town who was driving what. Everyone knows, but he didn't get to go to court. He got no punishment! I'm giving you the decision of how he should be punished, and you can deliver it."
Dave stared at the man with an open mouth, shaking terribly. For all these years, Dave had never truly known who killed his parents. Here he was. Something whispered into Dave's ear, quietly, "Get back at this man. Take the knife...Take it, sweetie. Daddy and I want you to get revenge! Kill him like he killed us!"
The blond put his hands over his ears and whimpered out, "I can't..I just..."
John came over and put the knife in Dave's palm. "Do it. He deserves it. He took away your mom and dad...so you can take away his life."
It took Dave a moment to comprehend what the hell was really happening. However, his fingers, freckled and pale, wrapped around the hilt. He swallowed hard and felt his breathing getting tight in his chest. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took step after step to get closer to this man.
He licked at his lips once more then something snapped in Dave's red eyes. They got darker and uncaring. "You killed my mom and dad on my fifth birthday. That...That won't do. You won't get to live because that is unfair. If you hadn't killed them, I would be happy and you would have died just at your own terms!" He shouted bitterly. He put the tip of the knife to the man's chin, making him look up at him. His red eyes connected with the man's green ones.
"I bet you feel really bad now, don't you?" John whispered in the man's ear with a giggle.
Dave shook his head as a smirk formed on his mouth. "He won't feel bad after this is over," he said as he pushed the knife's blade to the man's cheek, running it along until it was a fine line. The blond's fingers ran through the man's peppering black hair as he moved the knife under his chin. "When you go to hell, I hope you relive every moment of this," he whispered.
Whatever had taken over the blond had made everything he once believed in go out the window. Dave had once believed in not killing anyone, and that everything happened for a reason, but the moment that knife was in his hand he felt more power than anything else.
He watched the knife make its clean cut along the man's jugular and the blood came pouring out like an over boiling pot of water. It was beautiful in John's and his eyes. Dave laughed and laughed until the man's eyes were lifeless.
Once he was done, he handed the bloodied knife to John, who was staring at him with admiration. "Oh, Davey, that was so hot. You are the Bonnie to my Clyde. Oh, baby," John whispered.
John thumbed underneath Dave's eyes, smudging blood along his pale, freckled face. He pressed his lips to the other males, kissing him heavily. His hands went to Dave's hips while their tongues intertwined.
Loud noises could be heard from behind the door and the silhouette of John riding Dave on the wall until each orgasmed. To John and Dave, it was a beautiful sight, but it was a bloody and white mess.
Dave walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and went into his bedroom where he changed into a fresh pair of boxers, pants, and shirt. For once, he felt more than okay staying with John.
"Davey! Dinner's ready!" John shouted from below.
A grin formed on Dave's face and he called back, "Coming!"