Dave waltzed down the hallway with Mayor at his side, a smile upon the boy's face. The boy softly sang, skipping two steps at a time, "Her name is Noelle. I have a dream about her. She rings my bell. I got gym class in half an hour. Oh, how she rocks in Keds and tube socks, but she doesn't know who I am. And she doesn't give a damn about me, cause I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby. I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me."
The last step, he jumped down to hear a knock at the door. He raised a brow in confusion since this house looked abandoned. He took a step back as the door opened to reveal John, who had a bag of food, wearing a shocked expression.
"John, what's the matter?" Dave asked confused.
"The police! They're looking for you! I quickly high-tailed my way home with what I had," John said breathing heavily. He pulled at Dave's hand and lead him into the kitchen. "We have to get out of here before they find us."
Dave stared at John with confusion written across his face. "Leave…? Why would We leave? There's nothing wrong. You've done nothing wrong!"
John took Dave's cheeks in his hands, shaking his head. "Honey, I kidnapped you. I killed your brother…your friends and my dad. That's not good. I've been terrible," John said softly. He thumbed under Dave's cheek then kissed his mouth. "I don't want to be taken away from you, but you don't deserve to be with me anymore."
Anger flooded through Dave as his hands balled into fists, pushing John's hands away. "You don't mean that!" he shouted. "You're just going to give up because you saw the police?! You're pathetic…You're not the John I fell in love with!"
Dave turned his back to John, arms crossed over his chest. The blond could not believe what John was doing to him. Tricking him to believe that he was in love with Dave. Killing his brother. The blond felt anger rising in him from the pit of his stomach in a fit of flames.
"Davey?" John squeaked, putting a hand on his shoulder to only get shrugged off.
"John," Dave said, his voice seductive. "I have an idea. A fun idea that will end with death either way. I'm sorry, but it has to."
John, confused, came to face his boyfriend. "What is this idea?" he asked.
Carefully, Dave took his phone out and turned on Bohemian Rhapsody, grabbing hold of the knife that sat ever so delicately on the kitchen counter. "I'm going to do exactly what you taught me to do~" he purred to John. He turned the knife at the other male's throat, not piercing John.
John swallowed. "Put the knife down," he demanded, his voice betraying him; he sounded inferior.
Dave shook his head with a slight smile on his mouth. John had taught him to hurt people that hurt him, so it was only fair to hurt him. The knife inched a little closer to the boy's throat, daring to enter the skin.
"Davey-" John squeaked out, pulling away.
"John, I'm sorry. This is the only way to fix everything," the blond informed John as he pinned him in the corner of the kitchen.
To John, the song was beginning to sound muffled in his ears, as though someone had stuffed cotton in his ears. He did not understand why he was scared of Dave when he could be fighting back, but he couldn't fight Dave! The raven swallowed back the oncoming fear, anxiety, and honest truth that he was going to die by the hands of his lover. He had done this Dave. He turned a sweet angel into a monster.
As Dave raised the knife, John leaned up to press a loving kiss to his lips and held him close around the neck. That didn't stop him. The knife came down as the lyrics rang in their ears, "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby! Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!"
John clutched at Dave's shirt as the knife pierced his heart, blood beginning to travel to his mouth and exiting down his chin and lips. "D-Davey…" John gulped out. "I love you…I'm so sorry for what I've done. It was for us." He pressed another kiss to Dave's lips, sinking to the ground as a wave of dizziness washed through his entire body.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
Dave crouched down and looked at John, yanking the knife out carelessly. "Let's have a party," he said with a crazy look in his ruby eyes.
When the police arrived, they found Dave sitting at the dining room table with John and a stuffed bear. In front of the three was a set of tea cups with water in them, Dave was holding the tea pot. John's body had been rotting for approximately three days, but, to Dave, he was still alive. The two made jokes and would have many fun parties!
Dave turned to smile at the officers. "Hello, care to join our tea party?" he asked, darkly holding knife under the table.