Gavin let out a frustrated huff as he looked around the kitchen. He looked through all the food storage he had, and yet he hadn't been able to find any noodles at all. Nervousness washed over him. He really didn't want to piss Jimmy off anymore than he already had. Gavin knew he was really pushing his luck. Grabbing his wallet, he pulled out the money from earlier. Now was the time to decide. Decide on whether he should give away part of his earnings for the night or his life. He sighed quietly, walking out into the living room where Jimmy was staring at the tv. Gavin sat down next to him, observing. The killer seemed pretty calm. The screen distracted him perfectly.

"Hey Casket."

"Hmm?"

"W-we... we don't have any noodles here, but I'm going to order some. What kind do you want?" Gavin asked. Jimmy looked up at him, his eyes wide.

"... there's more than one type?"

"Yes."

"Oh! In that case, I want ones that'll hurt me! Make me cry in anguish!" the killer giggled, a sadistic grin forming on his face. Gavin just stared at him for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'll just order something spicy, then. Really spicy." he muttered. After Gavin finished ordering, he turned to Jimmy. The younger mans eyes had become fixated on the screen once more. Gavin glanced over to see a familiar scene. A blood covered corpse in a dark alleyway. Stabs, slashes, etc. That's when he noticed the little logo in the corner. This wasn't a tv show, this was the news. It was live.

"Oh! Look look! That's the lady from earlier!" Jimmy squeaked, looking up at him. Gavin frowned.

"Yep. I sure as hell hope that we didn't leave anything behind..." the Brit sighed. Whenever the two left the house, Gavin carried a bag with him to put his used cigarettes in. Even the smallest things could be used as evidence. Gavin scoffed. He had been arrested so many times over the years, all they would probably need to do was look at the ashes and they would know it was him. Of course, he had gotten out every time in one way or another. That's why he was wanted in multiple places, including London. Especially London. It kind of sucked, being that he was royalty and all. Gavin glanced over. The killer looked excited. Way too excited. He knew that Jimmy had to be planning something.

"Hey Gavinnn,"

"What?"

"I wanna play! I have a cool idea for a game, and-... and I won't even hurt you! ... that much."

"I don't believe that. You just want to bite me again, don't you?"

"... well yeah, but I won't unless you make me mad!" Jimmy told him. Gavin thought for a moment. He had an idea.

"Lets make a deal, Casket."

"A deal?"

"Yes. A deal. If you bite me any time while we're 'playing', then... umm... you need to get a haircut and I get to choose what it is." Gavin explained. The younger man just stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly. Gavin held out his hand, and Jimmy took it, giving it a surprisingly firm shake.

"Sounds good! Just don't choose something stupid if I do slip up, ok?"

"Yeah. Sure." Gavin chuckled, a mischievous grin forming on his face. He knew that the American was going to mess up and bite him. It was just the feeling he had.

"Now, come with me! This is gonna be the bestest game you've ever played!"

"That's not a word."

"What?"

"Bestest."

The killer just rolled his eyes, muttering a few things under his breath before grabbing something from the nearby drawer. It was a collapsible knife. A toy, basically. Jimmy always used it when they 'played' so that he wasn't able to kill Gavin no matter how much he tried. It was Gavin's idea, of course. Getting a hard jab in the ribs still really hurt, but it was better than actually getting stabbed. The two walked outside and through the gate that led into the backyard. The property itself was fenced off with thick wooden planks and topped with barbed wire. Needless to say, they lived in a pretty bad part of town. Gavin turned to the younger man, an involuntary shiver racking his body. It was pretty cold out.

"Ok. What's this new 'game' you were talking about?" he asked. Jimmy just giggled, grabbing his arm. The killer led him over to the far side of the yard before letting go.   

"Stand there, and don't move a muscle!" 

"... ok?" 

Gavin did as he was told, zipping up his hoodie while he waited. Jimmy was gathering different little things from the ground. A rock, a leaf, and pretty much whatever else fit in the killers pockets. Gavin sighed. He just hoped that this game wouldn't be a complete waste of his time.