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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

tune

(ok I'm back)
Kaz reached into one of the pockets of his cargo pants, looking for something. His fingers found cold steel and he pulled a sizeable pocket knife out of his pocket. He twirled in his hand for a moment before setting it in the pocket of his jacket. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, lighting it with a spark and cracking the window open while he took a quick puff

(Just cause I’m sooo bored, imma just set the scene. Be ready for angst, my friend)

Vaughn pulled up to the house, parking across the street again. He looked at the house and saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway. They must have already gotten back. He jumped out of the car and sprinted up to the house, not bothering to wait for Kaz. He burst through the door, looking around with a panicked expression as he gripped the pistol. “Ben! Ben, where are you?” He called, fear gripping his throat when he got no response. He checked around, but froze in front of an open door. The basement.

Weapon loaded, Vaughn slowly krept down the stairs. A horrible smell reached his nose. He knew that smell. He could recognize it anywhere. When he got to the bottom, he looked at the sight in front of him,the gun slipping from his fingers and onto the floor.

Ben was laying there, his small body terribly mangled, blood everywhere. There looked to be viscous gashes in his stomach and across his throat as well. Vaughn wanted to scream, mouth even opening to do so, but nothing came out. He stumbled over and fell to his knees by Ben’s body. His eyes welled up with tears as he brought the body into his arms, hugging it close to his chest. Finally, he made a noise- a pained, low sob that made him shudder as he did so.

Kaz ran after Vaughn, his eyes now a dull violet. There was definitely something wrong, and he could feel Vaughn's sadness before he reached the basement. He ran down the stairs, reaching for his knife, but he stopped as he got to the bottom of the stairs. "Oh, oh god," he said quietly, frozen in place at the sight of Vaughn holding a small child's body. There was so much blood, and it was fresh. It was still warm. Something dark and ugly crept its way into Kaz's mind. Someone was responsible. Someone killed an innocent child in cold blood. Someone was going to die. He bared his teeth subconsciously. "I'm going to find him. I'm going to gut him. I'll string him up on the god damned powerlines while he's still alive, I'll fry his fucking organs," he spat viciously, nails digging into the palms of his hands as he balled them into fists

//nuuuu

Vaughn didn’t respond. Hell, it was like he could barely hear Kaz. All he could really hear was Ben’s voice and laugh as he sobbed harshly. He thought about Karen. What would she say? Oh god, the father would probably go after Karen next. But he concentrated on Ben, not caring that he was most likely being completely covered in the boy’s blood.

Kaz dug his partially used cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it and taking a quick puff before smothering it and moving it to the corner of his lip. He calmed a little as the smoke hit his lungs, and he walked over to Vaughn. He knelt down beside him, wrapping an arm around the other man. "It's alright," he said quietly, but his voice seemed off somehow. "We'll find him. We'll make sure he pays for what he did."

Vaughn seemed to almost jerk himself away from Kaz. He didn’t want to be touched right then. It just felt like a numb, static filled feeling that made him want to flinch. That’s what happened when he got upset. He completely closed himself off. He just hugged Ben’s body tighter, almost gagging at the string smell of blood.

Kaz moved back at Vaughn's reaction. He didn't want to upset his lover more than he already was. He frowned a tiny bit. Lover? Was that what he thought of Vaughn now? He shook his head. Either way, he was going to do something. He scanned the basement until he found the main control panel for the electricity in the house, the panel a bright purple in his altered vision. "I'm going to go find him," he said quietly, standing up and walking to the panel. He raised one hand and dug clawed fingers into the metal, the surface sparking and crackling as it was ripped from the wall. A few stray wires hung from the hole in the wall and he grabbed onto them. There was a flash of purple electricity as arcs of energy made their way up his arm. The lights flickered before dying, and Kaz stood up. There was a look in his eyes, something angry and terrifying. He spun on his heel, padding quietly up the steps and back into the house

Vaughn clenched his jaw and continued to hold Ben close. There was a buzzing in his pocket and he took out his phone. Oh god, it was Karen. He answered her, feeling sick to his stomach. She had no idea. Her son was dead in his arms and she had no idea. “Vaughn, hi! I just wanted to thank you for your help,” the woman said happily.

“Karen,” he choked out, eyes squeezing shut. This was all his fault. If he had done his job right, Ben would still be alive.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t kill your husband. It was another man, he came into your house and I thought it was him and-“ he was cut off by another pained sob.

“Vaughn, what are you trying to say? Where’s Ben, is he okay?” Her voice was more concerned now.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,” he cried, tears still streaming down his cheeks. He barely ever cried, but when he did, it was almost impossible for him to stop.

Kaz reached into his pocket, grabbing the knife and flipping it open. He walked along the halls of the home, holding it out by his side as he tread near silently along the floorboards. His eyes looked dark, almost black save for white rings that glowed faintly. He didn't need to see the walls, he just needed to see the father's electrical signature. He grinned toothily as he caught the faint outline of a person in one of the back rooms. He held his knife out, dragging the tip noisily against the wall. "I was in the army, you know," he said in an eerie, singsong voice. "I killed people like you. I gut them and strung them out for the birds," he hissed loudly. He wanted the man to fear him before he gut him. He wanted him to scream
(aka Kaz's secondary personality is here and not happy)

(Oh my, he’s dark. Vaughn would be strangely attracted to that lmao. And oh my god I just remembered that Vaughn smashed his phone but just whipped it out. Let’s pretend like he never threw it lmao)

“Vaughn, where is my son?” Karen said now, voice desperate.

“He’s gone, Karen. He killed Ben,” Vaughn said with a sharp whimper. He felt overwhelmed with sadness as his lungs closed up. He gasped for air a few times, unable to catch his breath.

“Vaughn? Are you okay?” Karen asked, though she sounded like she was crying as well.

Vaughn let the phone fall from his hand. He also let go of Ben, laying him down on the floor. He gasped sharply again, tears still welled up in his eyes. He brought one of his blood stained hands up, clawing at his throat. He glanced around the room desperately. Where had Kaz gone? But then he saw it. A bloody knife across the room. Get it, Finley. It’ll help you the whispers soothed.

Vaughn dragged himself up from the floor, crawling over to the knife. His mind was clouded, and so was his judgement. He picked up the knife, hands trembling. He felt lightheaded from a lack of oxygen in his lungs. Why don’t you cut into your chest? There’s something keeping your lungs down, carve it out.

(I just realized that too lol. also sorry for disappearing I had to walk pigs :v also if you wanna take control of the murderer that's cool)
Kaz purposely made his steps a little louder as he neared the room where the man was hiding. But he wasn't hiding. No, he was sitting on a bed, a gun in his lap and a knife to his side. Well. That made things a little more complicated. He's in range, just electrocute him. Or do we want him to suffer? his mind sang, giddy with excitement. He could almost taste the man's electrical field, could see his heartbeat thrumming in fear. And he could see how the man was trying to keep calm, how his breathing sped up the closer Kaz got. You should gut him, bloody and gagging. String him out like a love letter for our little Vaughn, his mind giggled

(It’s all good and okay)

All of a sudden, something smashed into the wall hit next to Kaz’s head. “Who the hell are you?!” He shouted, doing his best to sound confident.
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Vaughn laced down on his back, gripping the knife in his hands. He wanted to do it. Oh, how he wanted to. Or you could release what’s around your neck. Go on, make a little cut. It will only hurt for a second the whispers said. His hands trembled he took a few more sharp breaths.

//at the beginning of this page they were kissing
now…

(hello I return and yes this is a giant U turn lmao)
Kaz whipped around, his eyes back to their usual white and violet. He grinned, his teeth seeming unnaturally sharp. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that," he said, gripping his knife. Gut him, make him scream, slit his throat, burn him alive, his mind chanted, and he took a step towards the man. He licked his lips, watching the man's heartbeat speed up

(Lmao. It’s past 11 and here I am screwing around. But I am working on the first chapter in Vaughan’s story so wooo)

The man grew nervous by the strangers tone. He knew about the serial killer, Vaughn Finley, but who was this guy? He took a hesitant step back. “You stay the hell away from me.”
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Vaughn shut his eyes for a moment, wishing that his breath would come back to him. He wished Kaz was there, suddenly. He wanted him to be there now, to wrap his arms around him. He needed to break out of his uneasy state.

(it's 8:12 here and omg yes please tell me when you finish the first chapter)
Kaz chuckled darkly, taking a slow step forward. "Ohh, oh that's funny. You think you can hurt my Vaughn. You think you can kill. Guess again, fucker." He surged forward, grabbing the man by the throat. "I'm your worst nightmare," he hissed

(I may not finish it tonight, but if I have free time after exams I’ll try to)

The man gasp sharply when he felt the hand go around his throat. He clawed at the hand, trying to pull it off.
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Vaughn looked at the knife in his hand. He took a deep breath, or tried to at least. By then, spots clouded his vision. So, he bit onto his sleeve and suddenly jerked the knife down, slicing into his thigh deeply. He muffled a shout and a jumble of curses using his sleeve. He felt like he could breathe again, at least. One pain was a distraction for another.

Kaz's head whipped back towards the way he had come. Something was wrong with Vaughn. He turned back to the man, grin turning feral. "It looks like I'll have to cut our time short," he said before raising his knife and slicing across the man's stomach, his eyes never leaving the man's face

The man screamed in pain as his stomach was sliced open. He coughed and sputtered before going completely still. It was ironic, really. He had done the same thing to his son.
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Vaughn took deep breaths, filling his lungs eagerly. He looked at the knife, it still being stabbed into his thigh. He gripped the hilt of it before ripping it out, groaning sharply against his sleeve.

Kaz dropped him to the floor unceremoniously. Well. More threw him to the ground than anything. He was still grinning as he watched the life fade from the disgusting creature's eyes, watching as his signature fizzled and died. He drew his knife back, staring down at the blood. He glanced at the man's face before turning on his heel and walking down the hall. He sped up as he realized pain was lacing Vaughn's electrical signature. He burst into the basement, a slight panic setting in when he realized Vaughn was on the floor holding a knife and covered in blood that didn't belong to Ben. He ran to Vaughn's side, wrapping his arms around him. "Shh, shh. It's okay. He's dead. We gut him like a fish," he soothed

Vaughn took deep breaths as he clung to Kaz. He rested his head on Kaz’a shoulder, finding a slight relief. “Good,” He stammered softly, hints of pain in his tone as blood leaked from the deep wound on his thigh. “I had to. I couldn’t breathe, and you were gone,” He stammered quickly, trying to explain himself.