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Dallon sat casually in his room, smiling and nodding to words from Breezy that he didn't fully register. His mind was in other places. He was focused on the task at hand for the night ahead.
He and Brendon had planned things carefully. Knifes from separate locations, the dark of the middle of the night, and an unknowing alibi when the time came.
"Do you remember at all how our first kill together went?" Brendon asked as he stepped into the small yard outside of his studio. He had just finished arranging a finer detail for their next target. Dallon had stepped out to allow Brendon no distractions.
Dallon laughed, turning to face the shorter man. "Of course I do. It was the first time I felt right after being broken." He jerked his head to the side, cracking his neck bones into a new alignment. "It was so simple: A slit, a stab, a gurgle, and the dimming of whatever once rested behind their eyes..." Dallon trailed off.
That's what he felt over the course of getting over Josh. A slit that brought tears from his eyes. A stab that came with the realization that Josh would never come back. A gurgle from choked back emotions when he had to face others that had no idea why he should be upset. The acceptance that drained hope from him when his father seemed happier, for some reason, and began pushing a relationship with Breezy more.
"I didn't believe it to be as therapeutic as you claimed at first." Brendon laughed, scratching the back of his head with a laugh. "I never imagined myself joining in..."
A smirk crossed over Dallon's lips. "You did beautifully once I got a weapon in your hand. Although, your charm with some targets was unmatchable."
"I know how to convince people." Brendon grinned, "I've always been good at selling myself as a different person."
"Dallon, I thought you were going to help me!" Breezy laughed, snapping Dallon back to the current moment. They were still in his room. She was biting the end of her eraser as she looked over a math textbook.
He smiled at her. "I'm sorry, I forgot myself for a second there. What equation are you on?"
Breezy slid her book towards Dallon before tapping the equation with the end of her pencil. Dallon adjusted the book in front of him with the tilt of his head. It was a long equation that left Dallon unsure where to start. He took a short minute to look it over before his phone began to buzz from his bedside table.
"One second, Breeze." He apologized with a sheepish smile.
"You're good. I'm just over here dying." Breezy replied as she rolled onto her back to look up at the ceiling.
Dallon rolled his eyes playfully as he pulled out his phone to answer. "Hello?"
"He's staying out late tonight, isn't he?"
Dallon turned away from Breezy during Brendon's words. Brendon was watching for when Dallon's father would be getting home for their surprise. "It's a Friday night, babe."
"Yes, so much happens on Friday nights." A soft chuckle could be heard through the speaker, "It's almost dangerous."
"Just keep your eyes open." Dallon relayed as Breezy shifted her gaze from the ceiling to him, "I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for soon enough."
"As soon as I see him, I'm sending the trigger to your alibi. Alright?"
"Sounds good. See you then." Dallon smiled as he hung up his phone. He turned back to Breezy, letting out a laugh at the look on her face. "What?"
"You're really into him, aren't you?" She asked, curiously, rolling back onto her stomach. She propped her arm on his bundled blankets to allow herself to lean her head on it. "The way you are with him... You really like him."
"I do." Dallon replied with a grin spreading across his face. Why lie? Being with Brendon brought out a whole new side of Dallon. One that may have remained buried if otherwise left alone.
"I hope he turns out to be your guy." Breezy smiled with sincerity, "You deserve someone."
Dallon let out a laugh. "I'd kill for him, I think that makes him my guy."
Breezy smiled widely at him. "I hope so." She laughed. Her gaze shifted down to her open math book. "Can you be my math guy? I usually look for girls, but you're okay for this subject." She winked, causing both of them to laugh.
It echoed in Dallon's room as he pulled the math book into his lap. "Alright, you make a convincing argument."
"Call it my strong suit." Breezy winked, her laughter still evident in her smile.
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Dallon was growing bored of waiting. He knew this was part of the process, but it was always the least fun. The night was growing older and opportunity was fading with every passing moment they weren't taking care of business.
Dallon's head could of snapped off his shoulders with how fast he looked up at the sound of Breezy's ringtone. The girl looked at the small electronic device curiously before reaching out for it. It all seemed so slow. Why did she have to move so slow?
"Hello?" Breezy answered with a sweet voice. Her feet kicked softly behind her as she listened to the other end.
From her first reaction, Dallon doubted it was the call he had hoped for. Perhaps it was simply Sara or a close friend. When she suddenly froze her actions, however, Dallon knew it was the exact call he had been waiting for.
"I do remember." She spoke in monotone with a blank expression. Her eyes looked ahead, but they were thousands of miles away from the current moment. "I will." Almost robotically, she pulled the phone away from her ear and held it out to Dallon.
Dallon quickly snatched the phone from her hand and put it up to his ear. "What's happening?" He asked as an eager grin spread over his face.
"Daddy dearest has checked into a rather isolated hotel for the night." Brendon spoke in a teasing voice, "He took a pretty friend with him, wink. I'm outside your door as we speak."
Dallon hung up the phone immediately after Brendon's last sentence. He looked at Breezy. Her head was now rested on her math textbook as she slept soundly. In reality she was sleeping but, in her psyche, she was still studying and laughing with Dallon. She would even coherently answer if her phone were to ring or someone on his father's staff knocked On the door before Dallon could get back to give the next signal.
Dallon quickly jumped off the bed rushed to the window. He slid it up with ease and made his way out. He closed it softly, so as not to give himself away, and walked silently around the house. It took longer than anticipated, but no one saw or heard him.
Brendon's car was parked in front of his house, just out of sight. It was a small framed black car that could disappear in the night. Dallon could vividly remember all the unsuspecting faces that contorted into fear at the sight of it. The blood that didn't stand out against the dark paint job. When they realized they were about to pay for the things they had done.
"Are you ready?" Brendon asked nonchalantly as Dallon climbed into the car.
Dallon pulled his seatbelt over his torso and buckled it before turning to Brendon eagerly. "I know I'm ready."
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