Isaac, realizing his error here, looked up innocently to Damien.
“What? No no, I just— it’s really good.” He spoke very cheerfully, not wanting Damien to suspect anything. After a while, he looked back at the restaurant’s clock again… 7:18
Great. He still had some time to spare since he was nearly full and hopefully Damien was as well. The thing about Damien walking through the rain… although he’d said that, Isaac couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt if he didn’t give Damien the coat.
With this new addition to Isaac's behaviour, Damien now was really sensing that something was off, something the boy wasn't telling him, "Isaac, I'm serious, if you really need to go somewhere, or leave early it's fine, I understand. I'm used to people ditching me on dates and stuff. And I'm not saying that to guilt trip you or anything, but I can tell you have something more important that you need to go too. I'm not dumb, or that dumb." He said with a shrug as he finished up eating, "I'm uhm done." He mumbled and started to fish out his wallet, "Okay, uhm, I guess I'll see you later?" He said with a sigh, "I mean, well, uhm, yeah. . . Go ahead and go, I'll pay."
7:21 PM
“No way, I’m paying Damien—“ he spoke almost forcefully, getting out his wallet and immediately calling the waiter. As the employee came over, he handed the money to the waiter along with the discount coupons he had.
“Okay, uh… I still have some time to run. I heard that there’s a discount at a clothes shop down the road so uh—“ he got his duffel bag “—I’ll see you back at the dorms?” He didn’t wait for a reply for he just ran out and put on his clear raincoat when he was sure that the cameras didn’t get an image of him. He then started to run down the road to where that woman would be tonight with the money.
Damien jumped a little bit when he heard the way that Isaac had spoken, Okay, I guess I'll let him pay? When the waiter came back the change left over from the money Isaac had given him, he mumbled a quiet, you keep it and started to stand up, still in a bit of a daze from how the other man had acted. He quickly gathered his bag and things and started to walk out of the restaurant, heading to the dorms. He wasn't sure if he had done something Isaac before they had gone out to eat, or during the meal that had gotten the other man to behave like that. But, he couldn't think of anything that he had done that stuck out to him. Maybe I just weirded him out or something? But again, he couldn't think of anything gross enough either.
At this point the rain was pouring down, and Damien was getting drenched, but he didn't really care. He was just feeling depressed right now, not knowing what he had done to the other boy. By the time he had gotten to the dorms he was soaked. He opened the door to his room and headed to the shower so he could warm up. The poor boy was freezing, and just wanted to lie down.
Isaac had found himself standing by the alleyway where the business woman said she was going to be at. He was masked, gloved, covered with the raincoat, and hiding the knife just beside his sleeve. He turned when he heard breathing sounds from the woman who just ran there and stopped there in the alleyway’s entrance.
“I brought the money… now return my child…” she spoke through the breaths, her face covered with water, either from the rain or from the tears.
Isaac, upon hearing the woman’s desperation, he smiled and walked over to her. He took the luggage of money and nodded to it before smiling under his mask.
“Say… where do you think your son is?” He asked coldly.
“With you… obviously…?” She answered, honestly unsure at this point.
Isaac then moved out of the way, revealing that behind the large trashcan was the woman’s son, his throat slit generously and his blood pouring down his body. As the woman stood there in shock and was about to scream, the knife Isaac had in his sleeve slid down to his hand and was stabbed through the woman’s torso as his other hand covered her mouth.
“Shh… rest peacefully…” he spoke before throwing the woman’s dying body to the ground beside her child. He looked at them for a moment before sticking the ‘Ace of Hearts’ sticker on their chests where their hearts were.
“A happy family… sadly, with a twisted mother. I’m sorry child… I had to take your life as well… you knew too much…” with that, he closed the eyes of the two and took off his raincoat, throwing it down so that it covered the two bodies. He then got everything he brought and left with the money. He quickly entered his dorm, locking his door.
After his quick shower, Damien was back to where he was before, chilling on his bed and watching that show. He was curious about what Isaac had to do, and about what had made him leave so quickly, but he wasn't going to bother him just yet. The other boy was probably still busy with what he was having to do, especially since he rushed off so quickly. But then again, he wasn't sure, and it wasn't any of his business. But when he heard a door slam loudly down the hall, he figured that the other boy was back. He pulled out his phone and scrolledd through his contacts and messages til he found Isaac's contact. They had swapped numbers at the beggining of the semester when they began to talk to eachother, but Damien had never worked up the nerve to text the other boy.
He quickly typed up a simple message, checking if the other boy had made it back safely, and hoping that whatever he had needed to do had gone well. Then, he waited. He wasn't sure how the other boy would respond to him texting him, but he hoped that it would be alright. He turned back on his show to take his mind off his nervousness and began to relax. Soon, he started to fall asleep, completely forgetting about the text or the murders, or anything else that was bothering him.
(Wanna do a time skip to the morning?)
((Sure, do you want to start? Or should I?))
((I wanna see something where… Damien wakes up, turns on the TV, sees the news of the new murders, and recognizes the raincoat and the duffel bag.))
((Then, would you want him to confront Isaac, or just stay quiet until it eats him up and avoid him, then just randomly say it to Isaac?))
((I can work with either! Please feel free to do what you think would be best! -w-))
Damien woke up to the sound of his alarm going off and slammed his hand down on it, in hopes of shutting it off. He rolled over onto his side and eventually shut the thing off, but at this point, knew that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. He pulled out his phone and began to scroll through his texts and notifications when he saw that there had been another murder by the Ace killer. He shuddered, wondering who the new victems were. He started to read the article on his phone when he noticed something odd. Number one, a child and his mother were the victims this time, not an older person, although the family was quiet wealthy. And two, there was a picture of the back of the killer as he walked off. At first Damien didn't pay too much attention to the picture, figuring that the authorities would probably be able to figure it out, but when he did a double take, he recognized some of the items. I-isn't that Isaac's duffel bag? And his raincoat? And those look like the pants he was wearing yesterday. The thought of that sent chills down his spine, It couldn't be, Isaac would never harm anyone. But the more Damien thought about, the more possible it seemed, He was in a rush to leave last night, and he knew so much about the murders, too much, more than anyone should know about that stuff. He started to get wash up and get dressed for his first class which was in an hour. As he got dressed, the thoughts continued to swim through his head, I don't believe it, but it does seem so likely, I don't want it to be true. . . As Damien met up with his friends as they were heading to their classes, he stayed silent as usual, and was just praying that Isaac wouldn't be there, but of course, the other boy was. Damien started to walk out of the room, but it was too late, the other boy had already spotted him and was waving him over. He slowly trudged over to his seat and sat down, quietly mumbling a good morning to Isaac, then pulled out his laptop.
“Good morning Damien…” Isaac eyed the other boy’s expression for a bit.
“You don’t seem so lively today, did you catch a cold?” He asked, pulling out his laptop and scrolling through the news. Of course, everything in the local news were talking about what he did last night and how the killer had left things behind this time around. He was glad as hell that the security camera didn’t catch his face. Even if it did, with the hat and the mask he wore, the police shouldn’t be able to find him. He sighed softly to himself, regretting his decision of wanting the child to sleep in peace… to the point that he’d forgotten his duffel bag there. Should he thank himself for his weird behavior of usually putting on gloves even when they’re not necessary. He should also thank the rain and the blood from the child which helped cover most of the duffel bag, making it nearly impossible for the police to get his DNA.
He didn’t have any more murders planned this week… perhaps that was only for the best.
Damien nodded his head slowly, as he pulled up his textbook for the class and quickly responded to a couple of emails. "I'm also tired." He mumbled, still not looking at the other boy. He had an idea though, the professor here really liked him, and was also good friends with the professor who taught Damien's other class that day. He stood up slowly and made his way to the man's desk, quietly explaining that he'd need to go back to his dorm for the day. The man finally gave Damien the permission he needed, and the boy walked back to his table, putting his things away. He was still avoiding Isaac's gaze, having seen how happy the other boy seemed, and how satisfied he looked. A chill went down his spine thinking that the other boy might be happy about his kills the night before. He hoped not, but he couldn't be sure. He mumbled a bye to Isaac and exited the room, going back to his dorm room. The second he got back he flopped down on his couch and then began to cry quietly, not knowing what to do. He wanted to turn Isaac in and put an end to all the murders, but he also cared about the other boy, and hoped that he might change.
When Damien abruptly left, Isaac made a mental note of his leaving. Of course, he wasn’t as close to the professor as Damien was but the professor knew that he was one of the only people who Damien was willing to talk to. He asked the professor to give him permission to go take care of Damien, saying that the boy was probably having a panic attack. The professor was hesitant but eventually, he allowed it. Isaac nodded and left the room immediately.
He headed to the dorms, looking around for Damien’s. When he found it, he knocked softly on the door. Not saying anything, hoping that the boy would open. If he did, Isaac was going to go in without second thought, just to prevent the boy from shutting the door on him.
Damien quickly dried his tears, and walked slowly to the door. He didn't need to look through the peephole on the door to know that it was Isaac, but it didn't mean he was going to open up the door for him -at least yet. He mumbled a quiet, "Go away," and waited to hear the footsteps walk away, but he didn't hear anything. He stood on his tiptoes to see if Isaac had gone away, but the man was still there waiting outside his door. Praying that the other boy wouldn't kill him, he slowly opened the door, "H-hey Isaac." He mumbled, looking down at the ground arather than the other boy's face, "You shouldn't be here, you ought to go back to class." He said, now sort of looking at him, Those eyes couldn't be the eyes of a killer, I just can't believe it, but I can't trust him either. "Really, before you get in trouble or something."
Isaac got inside, immediately closing and locking the door.
“Damien…” he spoke softly.
“You know, don’t you? About the secret I keep…?” He asked, his voice a low and quiet tone. He didn’t want to hurt Damien, yet he didn’t want his secret out either. He had a reason behind his killings… the only kill that was accidental so far had been the child last night.
“Tell me Damien…” he started, leaning in to Damien’s ear with his eyes widening “…am I disgusting?”
Damien watched as the other boy locked the door, and another chill went down his spine. He nodded as he moved back to the couch and curled into a ball, pulling his knees into his chest. I'm not ready to die just yet. . . He thought, shuddering a little bit. "N-no. . ." He mumbled softly, not wanting the other boy to get upset and hurt him, "I-I don't think so at least. . ." He said, gnawing at his lip, tears threatening to fall again, "P-please don't hurt me."
Isaac eyed as Damien moved to his couch.
“I won’t hurt you…” he spoke, cracking his knuckles softly “…as long as you don’t spill my secret, that is…” he looked at Damien with a very sharp gaze. He had to scared the boy somewhat as to not get himself arrested. However… he knew that even if Damien said something, he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on the boy.
“Say…” he turned away from Damien “…why are you crying? Are you scared of me?”
Damien nodded quickly, wanting Izaac to know that he wasn't going to say anything at all. He was terrified of Issac right now, and was fearing the worst. He didn't want to say anything or do something that would set the man off. But tears still spilled and rolled down his cheeks. Then came his worst tic, the shaking, he began to just in fear uncontrollably, he tried to stop himself, and just calm down, to pretend like this was a normal conversation But his shaking continued. When he heard Isaac speak again he mumbled a "Yes. .." Although, being scared of him was probably not the best way to describe it, being terrified was a better word to describe his feelings. "I-I, y-you have to be l-lying, y-you wouldn't k-kill anyone. .. W-would you?"
Isaac’s eyes gazed back at Damien.
“Not just anyone…” he mentioned, leaning against the nearest wall. “…only those who’ve committed gambling frauds.” He spoke subtly, walking over to Damien. Although it wasn’t the best move to make, he placed a hand on Damien’s head, ruffling his hair softly.
“Don’t worry. I’m not hurting you, ever,”
Damien raised an eyebrow out of confusion, "Gambling frauds? I. . .o-okay." He mumbled, still shaking a little bit. When Isaac touched him, he involuntarily jumped, and nearly yelped, then looked back down on the ground. He didn't know what to do at this point, suprisingly, he still liked Isaac as a person, which wasn't good, and still had an attraction to man, which was even worse, "I just. . ." He stopped feeling Issac's eyes on him again, "I-I'd just like a l-little bit of time to m=myself please." He said, still scared to look up at the man.
When Damien spoke, he hesitated for a moment before pulling his hand away. He sighed softly, walking to the door and standing there for a moment.
“I’ll be in my room…” he spoke before he left, closing the door gently. Some thoughts came into his mind, most of them were arguing with each other as to how he wanted to cheer Damien up. It was hard… he knew this. As he entered his room, he wasn’t surprised to find his room fairly clean. After all, no one would’ve been able to come into his room without knowing. He went to his bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling.
He wanted Damien to trust him. How was he going to do it… a part of him was filled of immeasurable pain. He felt his heart sink when the realization had hit him; he had failed Damien. He was pushing Damien away before he realized how much the boy meant to him…
Damien sighed and watched Isaac leave, still sniffling a little bit. When the other boy left he stood up and headed over to the kitchen. He wanted to just continue to cry and mope around for the rest of the day, feeling sorry for himself and feeling worried about Issac. He cared about the other boy, more than he'd like to admit. But now, he didn't know what to do right now. He was still terrified of the boy now that he knew about that other side of him. He made himself a cup of coffee and then headed to his bedroom closing the door behind him. Turning on some quiet music he began to write his feelings down in his notebook. What am I doing? Should I talk to him, should I go take to him about it? I really care about him. . . He chewed at his lower lip, and stared at the blank wall in front of him, I need to just. . .I need to figure this out. . .
Isaac had been in his room for approximately an hour since he left Damien’s room. He was looking through the news, cursing silently to himself when the police stated clearly that they had a suspect in mind and was hunting them down. He wished that they didn’t know it was him. He sighed, looking over at the luggage of cash he took from the woman from last night’s event.
He went over to the luggage, opening it and counting the money. Of course the woman had faked some of the banknotes. Not that he minded. Overall, he earned around fifty thousand dollars more or less. He sighed, closing the luggage and wanted to head to the bank. Not now though, the police was going to suspect him…
He got on his phone, staring at Damien’s message for a while…
He smiled at it. There was something about the boy which made his heart flutter but he couldn’t quite put what it was. He took a moment to decide…
The message was sent.
’Are you there? Can we talk? Please?’
