10:59pm

I barely have an outlined idea for this OneShot but here we go

Trigger warning: death, mentions of dead bodies, murder

AU
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Cato stepped off of his plane, pushing his tie up further to tighten it around his neck. He truly hated flying but it was the quickest and easiest way to get over large distances of land. So, without any further complaining he nudged his glasses up his sharp bridged nose and entered the airport.

He scowled at a few people who brushed past him, annoyed they couldn't stay in their own space. He already hated the human race with a deep burning passion that started through his teenagers years, and even so to this day his animosity towards them grew and grew. Everyone who knew him - surprisingly quite a lot - knew to stay away from him when they're unneeded, and know to never question or argue with what he does.

He was a control freak, and wanted everything to stay in a certain order. The employees that help run his company always strive to be the best around Cato, because with one slip up, they're fired.

As soon as his midnight black eyes spotted his suitcase, he grabbed it from the conveyer belt without letting anyone start conversation with him, wheeling it behind him as he strode with a dominant aura surrounding him. People moved out of his way, as he definitely wasn't moving out of there's - he was sure to barge into a few shoulders of others who didn't care for how much authority Cato seemed to have - which either ended with cursed profanities or sharp glares.

Cato ignored it, though, no one has ever been able to make him snap, and that wasn't going to change, just because they wouldn't move out of his way.

Finding a black car parked on the curb, the driver tucked his belongings into the trunk as Cato sat himself down in the passenger seat, never one for sitting in the back. He found it demeaning.

"Where are you heading, sir?" The driver spoke, pulling out from the curb and onto the averagely busy street. Cato didn't respond right away, lips curling into a frown. The driver should know where they were going, he told his assistant to inform him. Nevertheless, he shouldn't let his anger out on him as it wasn't his fault - so, he replied;

"My home - I trust you know of it's location?" Cato replied, for the sake of his life, the driver better know where that is, or Cato would have to write his name down onto the list of people he was planning to murder during the span of this week. That is, if everything was to go to plan.

The driver agreed that he did, and the two stayed silent for the entire two hours it took to get to his destination. Cato hated listening to music - especially from the radio - his preference was silence or the voice of someone he held dear to his heart. Thinking of said man made Cato straightening up in his seat just a little, tilting his head towards the window so the driver wouldn't see the faint smile.

How he despised emotions, it made people weak, and he wasn't weak.

The vehicle came to a stop, and the two men climbed out of the car. Cato closed the door with one hand while the other combed his hair back to it's near position, taking his suitcase from the driver who paced it beside his leg. "I shall be off, then" the driver announced, nodding his head at Cato who ignored him entirely, grabbing the handle and walking up the marble path towards his grand mansion.

"Rude mother fucker"

Cato paused at this but only for a second, shaking his head softly. Oh, how that man just threw away his life with three words. Pity, too, he was quite young - probably had a lot going for him. Although, he was but a driver, so maybe not. As the car pulled onto the street, Cato waited only a few seconds before reaching into his deep pocket and pulling out a device, it was a small, make-shift thing that he wouldn't have normally if it weren't for his friend messing up his devices.

He was sure to have a strict talking to him.

Nevertheless, Cato's thumb pushed down on the red button and down the street an explosion sounded. Parts of metal and human flesh flew into the air, smoke pushing itself upwards from the wreckage in the middle of the road.

Maybe someone should've warned that driver that Cato didn't like insults.

As he neared his front door it opened for him, standing on the other side was one of his many assistance. "Depose of this" Cato commanded, dropping the device into their hand. They nodded and quickly rushed off while someone else closed the door and took Cato's jacket for him.

"I shall be in my office - I expect no one to disturb me until either Ambrose, Theo, or Hugo arrives. Understood?" His sharp eyes darted across the people who helped run his life, after receiving nods from each of them he picked up his suitcase and marched up the grand staircase.

Someone he didn't bother remembering the name of took the case holding all of his belongings to tidy them away in his bedroom while he carried on down the hallway to the office, locking the heavy, bullet proof door after he entered.

Many people wanted him dead, it was the precautions he had to live with.

Taking a seat at his desk, he wheeled it closer and started the work that had piled up while he was over in England. It wasn't a holiday per se - more like...an invitation to a party from an old friend. Long story short, the number of guests halved while he and his three friends were there.

Poison always worked.

Cato quickly scooped up his phone from his pocket and opened the messaging app, getting a little impatient of his friends arrival. He decided to text the one he knew would be the closest.

- Approximate time of arrival?

Theo - not sure people on this bus really starting to piss me off

- Well, dispose of their lives quickly and come here as soon as you can.

Theo rolled his eyes at his friends urgency, pocketing his phone into his black, with stitched-in purple flannel fabrics, jacket. Much like Cato, Theo loathed the human race with every inch of his being, and wished they would all just die. Or, better yet, leave the planet to live on mars so he could be alone. He favoured being alone, no one could annoy him, he didn't have to murder anyone that got in his way, and he could do whatever he desired.

Although, his thoughts would always get the better of him, which was why he needed his friends to calm down the self-deprecating feelings that arise.

His brown eyes moved from the passing view outside to the men who sat at the front of the bus. Even if he was tucked away in the back, they were so loud it was almost like they were right beside him. The bus was packed, every single seat was taken, bar the one right beside him. The glare he would send at anyone who dared to sit there made them turn and stand at the front. How he loved being able to scare people with one look.

He didn't want to cause much chaos, as he would have to get off the bus with everyone else to not arise suspicion, and that would force him to endure climbing up the high mountain Cato just had to live on top of. But, these four men weren't getting off any time soon, and because the driver wore earphones, he didn't even notice them.

Gritting his teeth, Theo pushed his jacket back to pull out the special gun he designed himself from his back pocket, hoisting his left leg up to hide the gun he aimed it directly at the loudest man's neck. It wasn't your normal, average gun, no, the bullets were different. They were small spikes that all held a lethal poison that mixes into your blood stream and kills you in under an hour.

Theo pulled the trigger, the gun letting out a soft "psth" sound as the dart whizzed through the air and stuck into his neck. Smirking, Theo quickly pocketed the small gun and leaned back, watching from the corner of his eye as the man reached behind him and pulled the spike out, staring at it in confusion before turning around.

"Whoever did this, ya better own up now" his gruff voice boomed throughout the vehicle, making everyone quieten down. Theo rolled his eyes at the "authority" the man thought he had. He was as threatening as a fucking kitten. Standing up, Theo thumped down the small stair case onto the ground level of the bus, his boots hammering again the floor with each step he made.

"So, it was you, huh?"

Theo looked him up and down, clicking his fingers that were half covered by his leather gloves. "No" he denied, his defined voice naturally deep yet enticing. Taking the one step closer to the man, Theo stared into his green eyes that tried to harden to act all tough but Theo held an unsettling aura around him - some would say an evil one.

"This is my stop" he motioned towards the doors that opened right on queue. Slapping his shoulder, Theo shot him a smirk that made him lean back slightly. "Have a nice hour" he whispered with a slightly teasing under tone, smacking his shoulder hard one more time before stepping off the bus, doing a two finger salute at the man who glared at him through the window as the long vehicle drove off.

Crossing the street, Theo stuffed his hands into his black skinny jeans' pockets, standing at the edge of the sidewalk where the hill starts. His eyes trailed up it, spotting the large mansion owned by his friend mostly hidden by the tall trees that grew around it. Well, now he'd done it - he couldn't of waited, could he? Now he was gonna have to find another way to get up this stupid hill.

He stood in silence for awhile, ears peeking up at the sound of kids voices, and he turned his head, spotting a cluster of them not too far away. Much to his delight, one of them held a longboard.

Walking up over to them, he waited in silence until they noticed his presence, each of them going silent as they stared at the scary but badass looking man. He reached into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, pulling out a one hundred dollar bill. Handing it to the child with the longboard, he took it quickly, his friends crowding around to see.

While they were busy, Theo slipped the board from the kids grasp without him noticing, using it to skate down the street and towards the hill. He smirked, like taking candy from a baby.

Moving onto the road, he waited until a car passed before he grabbed onto the metal that curved around the back wheel, bending down so he wouldn't be noticed as the car dragged him up. He smirked at a few people who watched him go by, finding their shocked expressions amusing. It was such a smart way of transport, he was sure other people in this big city must do it too, right?

Once reaching the top, he let go off the car, the longboard coming to a stop coincidentally outside his friends house. He stood up, letting the board roll down the hill without a care. To the right, he noticed a few police cars and tape circling off an area he was sure someone was murdered. He wondered what Cato had done now.

Flicking the few strands of hair that poked into his eye balls away, his hands rested in his jacket pockets as he strolled up the path, whistling a faint tune while scanning the exterior. Theo was definitely proud of his friend, and where he was today - in school, people thought he would be nothing - and now? He was the murderer of those people.

But, the police don't need to know that.

Ringing the doorbell, he leaned on a pillar outside the door so he wouldn't be resting on his legs for too long. He was lazy, and they had a busy evening tonight.

Not too much time passed before the tall, mahogany doors were pulled open, two body guards eyeing Theo up and down before nodding and gesturing with their heads for him to walk in. Sending them both a smirk, he sauntered on past, noticing a few of Cato's workers rushing around the place. These people were the best at their job, and definitely the most attractive, but Theo didn't keep a longing gaze as his boyfriend should be arriving soon.

Without knocking, he tried to open the door to his friends office, sighing after he realised it was locked. "Dude, your life isn't in danger" Theo sighed, but it was no use, not like Cato could hear him anyway. Taking a few steps back, he took out his phone, pulling up his friends contact.

- gonna open the door?

Fucking nerd - You should have warned me of your arrival.

Theo rolled his eyes, hearing the loud click from in front, signalling the door was unlocked and ready for him to walk through. Glancing around him, he pulled his warm jacket closer to his body before pushing open the metal door, spotting his friend sitting at his desk, eyes focused on the work laid out in front of him. Of course he would be doing work, Theo thought with an eye roll.

Closing the door behind him, he let Cato lock the door, moving across the wooden floor to the plush one-seater in the corner beside the long, tall shelf of books. It looked normal, but most of these books had small objects hidden in the pages. One book even revealed a hidden door, but Theo didn't even think about that as he sat down, glancing over at Cato.

"Still adamant about using our fake names?" Theo asked to break the silence, noticing Cato paused for a moment, letting out a long, quiet sigh. Turning his body, his black eyes stared at his friend blankly.

"Has it not kept our identity a secret all these years?" Cato shot back, earning a groan from the twenty-three year old male.

He pushed himself up, leaning against Cato's desk with a frown. "Yeah, but Theo's a shit name! No one knew we existed before, why can't I keep Virgil?"

Cato sighed once more at his friends behaviour, leaning back in his chair. "I will come to an arrangement - we shall use our real names only around each other - understood?" Theo smirked in victory, moving away from the desk and back to his chair. "Thanks, Logan" he replied, easing into the cushion while bringing out his phone.

Logan sighed for the umpteenth time, something he found himself doing often around his friends. "Do not mention it, Virgil" it did feel odd to use their real names after so long of neglect towards them, but they would all agree the names they were given were ones they disliked.

"Do you know when Hugo will arrive?" Logan changed the subject, becoming more agitated that they were taking so long. Especially Ambrose. Virgil hummed, bringing up the chat he shared with Hugo.

"Roman? Yeah, he said he'll be here now" Virgil replied dismissively, making Logan clench his jaw.

"Tell him to hurry up"

Virgil did see that coming, which was why he already sent the text before Logan even asked. The two were surprised when his phone binged only a few moments later, usually Hugo takes an hour to respond.

Princey - On my way, Dearest

Hugo slid between the legs of a man standing before him, jumping up as soon as he could to keep up his momentum. So, he accidentally ran into a gang, and he accidentally started a fight, which accidentally has led him onto a roof, running across buildings to try and get away. It was all accidental.

Okay, maybe he did plan some of it but he didn't plan to be outnumbered!

On his right and left a man and a woman were closing in, and right before him was a colossal leap towards the neighbouring building. Well, he didn't spend nearly all of his time in school doing sports for nothing. And, of course, acting, which becomes handy in sticky situations. But, that wouldn't help him now.

His long coat fluttered crazily behind him as his sprint became faster, and at that moment he truly wondered why he doesn't listen to his friends advice and ditch the coat, but he looks fucking badass with it, so he was going to keep it. Besides, it hid the not-so-camouflaged white shirt and jeans underneath.

Barely dodging by their grasps, he jumped onto the ledge and used all of his strength to boost himself over the very large gap, wiggling his legs a little as if it would help. He wouldn't make it entirely, and would smack right into the building, like he just did, but he smirked as both of his hands had gripped the edge. It still hurt like a bitch, though.

Hauling himself up and over the small risen edge, he groaned in pain, letting himself rest for a few seconds while listening to the Russian the gang members were speaking. Sitting up, they all turned their heads to stare at the man they were chasing for half an hour now. He compressed his smirk into an expression of pain, his hands clutching at his torso as he cried out.

"Shit!" He cursed, rolling onto his hands and knees, coughing roughly as he writhed, gripping at his stomach that glowered in searing pain. Not all of this was acting, he would be able to walk it off without making such a scene but as he always says, where's the fun in that?

Standing up, he hugged his arms around his bruising stomach, turning to the people on the other roof who stared in curiosity.

"I've been wounded, I don't think I'll make it" Hugo called to them, making his body quiver and stumble as he stood up on the edge, arms still wrapped around himself, under the coat. As he cried out incoherently, his hands gripped the handles of two guns hidden in his back pockets.

"Tell my friends that I...I.." he breathed in sharply, looking like he was about to faint when his arms pulled out from hidden under his clothing, pulling the triggers as he shot dead every single Russian gang member that followed him. He smirked, twisting the guns around before sliding them back into their pockets.

He knew there was more in the gang, but if he could take out - one two three... - ten of them on his own, he didn't suspect they would bother him. With a smug expression, he slid down the ladder attached to the building and blended in with the crowd, taking the bus to his friends house. He slid out past a few people, like he did to get in, getting away with not paying as he crossed the road and up the marble path.

To his right, he spotted the police tape and wondered what Cato had done.

Knocking on the wooden door, he wondered how many of his friends were here. He does love to be fashionably late, and if he knew Cato and Theo, they were already there - Ambrose, on the other hand, had no care in the world, some would even call him crazy - and he was, a bit - but nevertheless, he was a good friend, and to Cato, the boyfriend he needed to keep him a mostly normal human being.

And vice versa for Ambrose.

Hugo's attention was caught when the door opened, he did a little seductive look at the two hot guards who ignored his behaviour, looking him up and down before nodding and letting him in. As he passed, he spoke: "take a picture, it'll last longer" with an added wink before sauntering up the staircase and down to Cato's office, shooting sly smirks at a few workers who passed by.

Nearing the office, he eyed the door up and down, reaching up to press on a certain indent, pushing a few of the metal bars in a certain order before he heard the famous clicking sound. He did his three-tap knock before heading in - the knock was to make sure he wouldn't get shot for walking in unannounced to either of his two friends. Theo glared at his boyfriend who hit the door closed with his hip, turning his anger towards Cato who already knew what was coming.

"Why can't I know the secret code-or whatever"

"Because me and Logan here are best friends, we've known each other the longest" Roman explained like he always did. Roman was never up for the fake names, but as it was Logan's idea, he agreed, but only ever used them when he knew it was a safe area. Logan let it slide, but was stricter with the other two. They were younger, and more likely to make a mistake compared to Roman or himself.

Sometimes he couldn't believe it when he called Roman more mature, but in situations the four found themselves in often, it was true.

"Ugh" Virgil muttered, crossing his arms. Roman only smiled, pulling off his coat to hang it on the hanger, sauntering up beside his boyfriend to stare down at his annoyed expression. Although adorable, Roman knew he had to make it up to him. Leaning closer, he placed a trail of kisses from his cheek to his collarbone, feeling the goosebumps that arose on his skin.

"I love you" he whispered delicately. Normally, in relationships that last so many years you get used to the "I love you's" and although still hold a lot of meaning, they don't make your heart flutter like they used to, but for Virgil that was the opposite, and Roman knew this. Roman was the first - and probably last - person to ever say those three words to him, and on that day he never felt more cared for, or loved in his life - he would never forget it and would carry that feeling with him to his grave. The same heart racing, blush-forming, butterfly swarming feeling those three simple words would inflict.

With a smile, the smile only meant for the man he loved, he turned to Roman so they could share a long kiss. While mixed up in it, Virgil barely noticed his body being lifted and laid back down onto Roman's after he sat down on his seat. Virgil leaned back, noticing he was sitting in Roman's lap and sighed, sending a look to Roman but enjoying it all the same. Leaning into his chest, Roman coiled his arms around his body, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of his head.

Logan had watched the entirety of that scene with an emotion-devoid expression, feeling the need to actually barf in the trash can beside his desk to harden the idea that he never wanted to witness anything like that again. Shuddering, he picked up his phone, now only awaiting the presence of his boyfriend. That is, if he's still alive. He's...careless, and would do anything if asked to, which was why he was currently dancing against a mans lap, the crowd around them cheering loudly while watching.

Ambrose loves Cato more than a man has ever loved someone before - which was why this lap dance meant nothing to him, only doing it so he could murder him easily. After coming back from the city of England, a distant friend of his invited him to this bar which he was in now. He knew from the start he was being invited to his death, as every single human in this building wanted him dead, but he stupidly didn't care about that, he only cared about the man he was grinding against.

The distant friend had informed Ambrose that this man was spreading rumours that they had sex - the mere idea making Ambrose's blood boil to the point of evaporation. But, he didn't let himself show it, no one knew he knew of their intentions, and even if they all hated him, they were gonna enjoy watching him move against the man that was going to kill him. Turning around, Ambrose gripped onto the mans shirt, sending him a look forceful with fake lust. Although, he didn't know it was fake, and now he was horny, what was the trouble in having sex and killing him afterwards?

Everyone laughed and cheered as Ambrose pulled the man away and upstairs to the guest bedroom, closing the door after pushing the man inside. Ambrose vowed to never kiss another man but Cato, so instead he made teasing movements until the man hit the bed and fell against it, his hands resting on his ass, squeezing the flesh toughly.

Ambrose sighed silently, only Cato knew how to do it right.

Ambrose leaned down to his lips, almost kissing him but he pulled back, lips grazing down his jawline to his neck where his sharp fang-like teeth bit into the skin, drawing two lines of blood. Pulling up, he smirked at the man's confused expression. Little did he know, his "fangs" just ejected deadly poison into his body, it didn't take long before his eyesight was going blurry.

"What...what did you do!" He demanded angrily but his words were slurred and sloppy. Ambrose giggled, standing up and moving away from the man who tried to follow but just fell to the ground. He fumbled for his gun, and Ambrose let him, easily manoeuvring his body to dodge past the poorly aimed bullets.

Ambrose watched as his hand clenched up, his entire body following suit until he was just a shrivelled up man laying on the ground, unmoving. He was in pain, but couldn't do anything about it. Ambrose smiled, skipping over to him so he could stare into his shaking eyes that stared back fearfully yet angrily. Ambrose stroked his cheek with a sad but smug smile.

"Awh, Kiddo, didn't your mother ever tell you to stay away from strangers?" Ambrose teased, patting his cheek before standing up and dancing over to the window, fixing his cardigan over his shoulders. Turning back to the man, Ambrose sent him a smile. "Don't worry, you'll be dead in five!" With that, he pulled open the window and slid out into the side ally, making a quick and easy escape down the street.

He loved idiots! They were so easy to trick!

Humming in happiness, Ambrose skipped up the hill towards his boyfriends mansion, wanting to kiss him and to remind him he was his. And no one else's. Of course he would tell Cato about what happened, he might get jealous but he would never get annoyed at his love, he would hopefully be proud!

Reaching the marble path, he glanced to his right to see police cars and tape. He grinned in pride, knowing that was all Cato. Bouncing to the door, he didn't have to knock before the door was opened for him. As there were cameras set up everywhere, Cato's workers saw Ambrose, and to Cato's request, made his life as easy as possible.

By the time he reached Cato's office and metal door, it was being opened for him, and he ran in, jumping into the arms of his boyfriend who caught his body easily. "LOGY BEAR!" He exclaimed loudly with a giggle, the two sharing a long kiss as the door closed with a click.

"Salutations, Patton - I hope you arrived with no trouble?" Logan questioned, setting down the man who instantly sat on Logan's lap after he returned back to his chair at the desk. Moving his arms around his neck, Logan's hands rested on his waist gently. Smiling sheepishly, Patton shared one more kiss before explaining.

But, before he could Logan used his fingers to open Patton's mouth - he obliged, feeling Logan pull out both of his fake fangs. "I have told you to remove this after you use them" he quipped, watching sadness sweep through Patton's bright eyes.

"Sorry, Logy" he murmured, meeting Logan's eyes again after he lifted his head up. "It is alright, now, what happened?" Patton brightened up again, ready to explain to Logan the events that happened not too long ago when he let out a gasp, jumping away from Logan's lap to rush up to his friends who were still cuddling. "Hey, Roman! Hey, Virgil!" Patton giggled, not entirely forgetting about the fake names, but he loved his friends names, (and everything about them) so he was gonna use them.

"Greetings, Padre" Roman replied back, letting Patton hug the two tightly. Cato watched on with a dark expression, but knew he shouldn't have been jealous, yet he couldn't help it. Patton was his, and only he was allowed to hold him like that, only with his friends was he lenient, as he knew how much Patton loved them like they were his own kids, and he wouldn't want to take away their hugging privileges, either way it still made him mad, so he turned his eyes back to his work to block it out.

"Sup, Pat" Virgil nodded his head slightly, sending a smile to the man who giggled, ruffling his hair gently. "Nothing much! I killed a man earlier!" This gained Logan's attention, he stood up and went over to his boyfriend, staring at him questioningly while waiting for him to explain. Smiling, Patton wrapped his arms around Logan's neck once again, his favourite position.

"Remember Lenny?" Patton asked to jog his memory. "He invited me out!" Patton carried on, "to the pub, and I went" watching anger flare in Logan's eyes, he didn't become too worried, the anger was completely directed towards Lenny, coming up with different ways to murder him ruthlessly. No one invited his boyfriend out unless Logan was coming, too.

"Didn't he try and kill you?" Roman piped up, Patton nodding eagerly. "Yeah! They all wanted me dead!" He giggled, as if it were something to be ecstatic about. Logan clenched his jaw, staring at him pointedly. "And you still went? You could have died, Patton" Logan scolded, making Patton pout and lean in closer.

"Yeah, but I killed the man who said we had sex together!" Patton smiled widely, speaking in a sing-song voice. Logan sighed, but he couldn't be mad at Patton, he was like a child, and probably didn't realise the entire danger of that situation. Logan just wished he would be more careful.

The four talked for awhile - the conversation lasting mostly between Roman, Virgil and Patton while Logan worked at his desk, readying for their next assignment. They don't work for anyone, but someone they all knew relatively well was murdered a few months ago, and said persons mother had stopped at nothing to find who the murderers were - once she did, she realised she couldn't get revenge herself, so she contacted Cato and explained everything.

They all knew of his death before hand, but as they weren't close none really cared - nevertheless, they were all craving murder, and seeing as Roman only kills people who have committed a crime, this was perfect for all of them. They left Logan's mansion around eight thirty, Virgil had to slap Roman a few times when he caught the flamboyant man staring at a few workers as they walked through the halls down to the garage.

It held all of Logan's expensive vehicles, each and every one of them black - except for a small, cute car in the corner which was a light blue. Patton asked for it, and Logan instantly obliged. He would do anything for his boyfriend. Besides, they only used the car when they left the house for normal outings.

"Hugo, you are driving - Ambrose and Theo, you're in the back" Logan ordered, walking around the side of the car to the passenger seat. Roman instantly brightened up, slipping into the drivers seat hurriedly. Out of them all, Roman was the best driver, heck, Virgil didn't even know his to drive. If needed, Roman could get away from a rough situation at high speeds without crashing, then again he could be easily distracted, especially if a good song was on the radio.

One time, they decided to use Roman's car, and all of them were nearly killed because Roman was passionately seeing "under the sea" - never again did Cato let Roman use his car in get-aways.

Virgil huffed, crossing his arms in the seat, glaring at the back of Logan's head. "Why do you always get the front?" He hissed, but every time he asked he always received the same answer, even if it wasn't correct. Mostly, anyway. He will say he found it demeaning, which he did, but it was the main reason. When he was a child, he and his parents were in a taxi driving home. Because Logan had been a good boy, they allowed him to sit in the front.

Unfortunately, the street they were driving on wasn't the safest, the driver stopped paying attention for one second, and another car smacked into the side of the one they were in. It demolished the back end of the car, instantly ending his parents lives. If it was the drivers fault, or the drunks fault, Logan didn't know - he was only a child - and the only survivor. No one knew of this except Roman - the two were friends when this happened, yet even if it was a traumatic, dark time, it brought the two closer, as Roman had no parents of his own.

Logan would tell Patton and Virgil one day, but it seemed whenever he talked about himself he...hated revealing any information. Nevertheless, he was practicing and learning, to improve the trust and friendship he had with Virgil, and to strengthen the relationship he had with Patton.

He truly did love Patton, and vividly remembered the first day they met. Roman found him after he walked out of a bar, drenched in blood. It was late out, and quite far away from the village the bar belonged to, so Patton could easily walk away without being found. He had a knife in his hand, dripping with the dark red liquid of the dead - his eyes were dilated, and Roman could have sworn he was insane, which was why he found him intriguing as fuck.

He opened his car door and stood up, catching Patton's attention. The two stared at each other for awhile, the arm that held the knife slowly rising to point at Roman who held his arms up defensively, ready to end Patton's life if he needed to. For his own safety, of course. Besides, he didn't even know Patton's name at this point.

"Greetings" Roman spoke up, taking a few small steps towards the man who titled his head, glasses smudged with blood, making it kind of hard to see, but he could tell this man wasn't from this village, nor was he a police man, so he let down his guard a little, skipping up to the man with a grin.

"Hey, Kiddo!" He exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. If this man wasn't running away in fear from his appearance, Patton thought he could be friend potential, and he hadn't had a friend in years. Roman smirked, leaning on his car to take in Patton's body fully. His clothes were stained to no repair, every inch of him deep red. His hazel eyes tracked up to the bar, noticing how it seemed empty of life, unlike a few hours prior.

He murdered....everyone.

Pushing away from the car, Roman gave Patton a look, his feet slowly taking him across the barren street to the building. Patton followed after him, placing the knife into his back pocket. He wondered if this stranger would be proud of his work, as that's what he wanted, praise. Everyone else finds this stuff inhumane, while for Patton's it's one of the few things he can do well, along with baking cookies.

His parents never praised him when he would draw dead people, and definitely didn't praise him when he showed them the body of his school's head teacher. He had acted homophobic towards one of his childhood friends, and Patton didn't like it. They called the police, but the time they arrived Patton was long gone. He was able to fake his death, and now he roamed countries, trying to find anyone that would be his friend, and praise his work.

Roman had slowly twisted the doorknob, actually a little hesitant. He didn't mind anything gory, and he was sure this would literally just be a blood bath, but something about the idea of an entire population of a bustling pub being murdered by a...seventeen, eighteen year old boy was...unsettling.

Roman always disliked the idea of killing someone if they were innocent, but he never judged or tried to stop his best friend Logan, he would just never do it personally.

Either way, he pushed the thoughts aside and used his body to open the door, jaw dropping a little at the sight. Every single girl that was in the bar at the time were strung up from the ceiling, butt-naked, blood dropping from the knife wound stabbed directly through their heart. As for the men, each of them laid under a woman, mouth open, catching their blood in their mouths as their own blood pooled around their bodies. Roman didn't think he could see a spec of the floor that wasn't converted in the liquid.

Softly closing the door, he turned to Patton who was staring at him questioningly. Clearing his throat, Roman shrugged, lifting his arm towards the door awkwardly, he was...speechless, to say the least. How could one teenager do this? He was going to speak, but his voice was cut off by the sound of cars. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed Patton's wrist and took him across the street, quickly ducking behind his car as the vehicles drove into the parking lot.

Turning to the stranger, Patton watched closely over the street, knowing if they didn't move now they - he would be caught. Roman sighed, pulling open his car door and pushing Patton inside - he could get a new car after this. "Wha-?"

"I am helping you, so shush" Roman cut him off, lightly closing the door before rushing to his side, lowly starting the ignition and pulling onto the street. Leaving the lights off for now, the car rolled towards the pitch black road ahead, mostly surrounded by a thick forest of trees.

As soon as Roman heard a scream, he slammed on the pedal and and flicked on the light, getting away from the scene as quickly as he could. He used the scream to cover up the noise of his car, so the people who found those bodies might think the murderer was still in the village.

After that, Roman and Patton became friends, and a week later Roman had introduced Patton to Logan. He wasn't entirely pleased Roman let a stranger into his house, and office, but he trusted Roman, so he silently listened to what he had to say. At this moment, Patton was bobbing on his feet, wearing a skinny pair of black jeans and a tight fitted blue t-shirt. He normally wouldn't wear this but it was the only thing Roman had that Patton liked.

"This" Roman gestured grandly towards Patton who giggled. The noise alerted Logan who stared at the boy for a few moments, somehow his heart now sitting in his throat. "Is the boy who was behind the Bar Massacre!" Roman exclaimed loudly, waiting in silence for Logan to say something, anything. The man knew what Roman was talking about, and did feel a little...surprised. He saw the pictures of the crime scene, and wondered how a boy like this could do something like that.

Arising from his chair, he paused in front of the boy who stared back giddily, excited to possibly make a new friend. "Well, I will admit that was impressive" Logan adjusted his glasses while speaking, "it is something to be proud of-" Patton gasped loudly, his adorable-adorable? Eyes widening when he heard Logan utter the words.

"You're...proud of me?" Patton whispered in glee and shock - Logan glanced at Roman who shrugged lightly, nodding his head as a motion for Logan to agree. Sighing, the tie-wearing man turned to his desk, ready to sit back down and forget this boy ever existed. Yes, Logan had to admit to himself he was cute, but he seemed to...bouncy, and up in the clouds for Logan's taste.

"I suppose I am, yes-" Logan replied, not expecting two arms to wrap around his waist tightly. He tensed up completely, horror washing over Roman's face as he watched the scene that seemed to slow down to almost a stop. Patton went to thank him, but instead let out a yelp as Logan clutched the back of his head, tilting it back and pressing a gun to his outstretched neck, ready to shoot when he...stopped.

He couldn't. For some reason, his finger wouldn't press down on the trigger.

Staring into Patton's eyes, he could tell there was fear flooding through them, something about the boy made Logan weak, which theoretically would want to make him kill him more, but Logan let him go, slumping into his desk as Patton scrambled away, hiding behind Roman who wrapped an arm around him securely.

Logan looked up and glared, but he couldn't tell if he was glaring at Patton, or Roman for holding him in such a protective way.

"You didn't...shoot" Roman whispered, almost too shocked for words. Every single person who has dared to hug, or touch Logan were shot, and yet he spared Patton...not because he was Roman's friend but because...

Roman's gasp filled the silent room as he let out a string of laughter, pointing at his clearly angry friend.

"You like Patton!"

He denied it at first, but in the end it was true. They shared their first kiss in a ball room dancing building - Yes, there may have been a few dead bodies littered around them, but for the two it made the romantic moment better. Since that day, Logan had sworn to protect Patton in every way he could, and Patton loved him for it.

Since Patton had joined their murder-ring, he noticed how sometimes Roman would stare at them longingly whenever they would cuddle, or share short kisses - he quickly realised Roman was lonely, relationship wise, and Patton wanted to change that.

Sometimes when Roman and Logan were both busy he would go "searching" for someone compatible for Roman. Aka, someone cute who also enjoyed murder. It took awhile - exactly one year - but eventually he did. It was his and Logan's one year anniversary, and much to Patton's delight they visited the aquarium to celebrate. While staring at the jellyfish, Patton caught a glimpse of someone in the reflection - he couldn't make out the persons face, but could tell he wore dark clothing, and was by himself.

Slowing turning around, Patton watched as the person walked by a family consisting of a mother, father and four kids. The father was holding a cup of water, and when he wasn't paying it much attention, the person, Patton noting was a boy, sprinkled some white dusk into the liquid.

"Patton, look, the fish is devouring it's child" Logan piped up, when getting no reply, he looked over at his boyfriend to see him intently watching something else. Glancing over his shoulder, he followed his line of sight towards a boy who leaned against the fish tank opposite, smirking at the family in between.

Curious, Logan turned around fully and crossed his arms, watching the father drink some of his water. He looked fine for the first few seconds, then a confused expression flashed over his face, almost instantly being replaced by pain as a hand clenched his stomach, his other hand dropping the cup.

His groans echoed around the room as he fell to the ground, people nearing to see what was going on, not noticing the darkly dressed boy slip through the fire exit down the hallway.

Snatching up Logan's hand, Patton turned to him, wearing a bright expression. "Come on" he urged, excitement lacing his voice as the two hurried by the building crowd, waiting until a few staff workers whizzed by before pushing open the door and slipping out. In the distance, they spotted the boy heading towards the bus stop on the street, and the two rushed over- Well, Patton rushed over, Logan walked casually behind him.

"I saw what you did" Patton's voice caught the boy's attention, he looked up to see a man leaning on the wall of the bus stop, eyes twinkling with...happiness? This guy was happy he murdered someone? Nevertheless, he was a stranger, and Virgil didn't do well with strangers.

Nodding his head in acknowledgment, he returned back to his phone, not expecting the man to take a seat beside him. "I'm Patton, what's your name?" Virgil hesitated, shuffling away a little anxiously. What did this man want? If he was interested in murder, so what? Virgils always worked along, and this...up-beat, stereotypical father-clothed dressed guy wasn't going to change that - unless he was willing to help in ways he couldn't help himself.

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"I...Virgil" he sighed, reaching out to shake Patton's hand. "Ooo~!" He grinned, "that's an awesome name, Kiddo!" Virgil rose one eyebrow, wondering if this strange man always treated people like they were his kids.

"Patton, it is clear he does not want to talk to you" another voice piped up, making him flinch and whirl around to face another man who now stood in the entrance to the bus stop, unlike the gleeful stranger, he was more calm and stoic, wearing dark toned clothing and a tie rather than bright colours and a cardigan placed neatly on his shoulders. Virgil glanced between the two quickly, praying his bus would arrive soon, but with one glance at the board, he would still have to wait another ten minutes.

The sound of sirens caught their attention, a little down the road threw police cars pulled up to the aquarium. The second man sighed, taking off his glasses to clean the lenses.

"How I dislike the police force" he muttered under his breath, fixing his glasses back on his nose before returning to the matter at hand. Patton pouted for a moment, staring at Logan pleadingly.

"Wouldn't it be fun to have another member, though?" He whined, standing up to lean against Logan's body. His eyes stared at him for awhile with a blank expression, clearly showing how much he wanted death.

Virgil snorted a little, covering it up with a cough, but he blushed all the same. Patton grinned at him, winking at Logan suggestively. "That sounds like a giggle Roman would love" he commented teasingly, watching realisation dawn on Logan's perfectly sculpted face.

"Are you implying we befriend this..." Logan turned to the boy who still sat there silently, staring in confusion. "amateur murderer for Roman's love life?" Virgil glared at him for that, ignoring the "love life" comment to focus on the amateur murderer insult.

"I'm not an amateur, I've been doing this since I was a kid-"

"Really? Well, your work in the aquarium makes it seem that was your first time" Logan shot back, not keen to people who interrupts his conversations, especially with Patton.

Patton slapped his arm gently, giving him a warning look. "Be nicer" he whispered, giggling lightly at the annoyed groan he let out. Pinching his nose, he relented.

"I will admit your work in there wasn't the worst, but you can do better. Even in places where there are not, always imagine a camera is facing at you in all directions - in that aquarium? I am sure the police have already examined the footage, and have the face of the murderer - which is you" Logan ranted, facing the boy who shrugged loosely.

"I don't exist" was his reply, shrinking away a little at Logan's ludicrous grunt. "You do not exist?" He repeated, again receiving a warning nudge from Patton who returned to the seat beside Virgil, sending him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah..." he sighed, "my parents didn't tell anyone they had me" He further explained, picking at a loose thread in his jacket. "I'm not in any databases, I was home schooled...etcetera" he trailed off, not noticing Patton and Logan glance up at each other for a few moments.

Patton watched Logan fold his lips into a straight line, and he knew what that meant. Grinning, he nearly jumped up and down in excitement. Logan was going to let him join! That is, if he wanted to.

"Look" Logan glanced up through the murky plastic wall of the bus stop, seeing more police vehicles pull up, and a body bag being taken from the building.

"Even if that is true, it doesn't mean you are entirely protected - you can stay with us until the police aren't on such a high alert - it us up to you whether you stay or not" Logan proposed, quickly adding something on when he saw doubt flashing through his eyes.

"I am also curious of that poison you used - tell me what it is, and you can stay"

"How do I know you're not...secretly...a detective or something" Virgil watched Logan pull out a gun once hidden in his back pocket, leaning on the outside of the stop. Because it was quite far away from the action, Logan could easily shoot without being detected.

Closing on eye, he aimed at the head of a police officer, pulling the trigger after letting out a deep breath. The bullet shot through the air, landing deep inside the man's skull. He fell to the floor, everyone around him screaming and ducking in fear.

Reentering the shelter, Logan pocketed the gun, feeling a little smug at Virgil's shocked expression. "We are both murderers too - Patton was behind the Bar Massacre last year" Logan pointed out, lifting his head up to spot his car sitting in the far end of the parking lot.

"That was you?" Virgil exclaimed, watching Patton nod and giggle. "Yep! Are you proud?" Virgil spluttered, feeling a hand being placed on his shoulder.

"I will advise you say yes - if you hurt him, I will destroy you" Logan gritted out, standing back up straight to see him nod and nod again at Patton who jumped up happily, pulling the boy into a warm hug.

"Thank you, Kiddo!"

As Logan's deal put, Virgil stayed at his house until the heat died down, during that time Virgil and Roman has gotten considerably closer. At first, they argued like cats and dogs, Logan even considering shooting them both to end the nightmare, but after an incident resulting in Virgil actually getting shot, Roman cared for him until he was healthy again.

Logan remembered the moment they first shared a kiss, actually. He was standing in the doorway to Virgil's borrowed room, said boy sitting up in his bed, his top half bare, showing off the thick bandages wrapped around his stomach where he was wounded.

"Why are you helping me?" Virgil questioned quietly, staring at Roman who sighed, reaching out to gently take his hand in both of his warm ones. "Because I care" he chuckled weakly, staring at the boy softly.

"I thought I lost you, I was...terrified" Roman murmured gently, unable to look at Virgil as he spoke, gently dragging his thumb across the pad of Virgil's hand. The younger boy blushed, staring at the side of Roman's perfect fucking face.

"I'm sorry, the way I treated you is unforgivable" Roman sat up, tucking his chair closer to the bed, finally meeting his vulnerable gaze. "But I like you, and I don't want our first few months spent together to define us" Roman explained the best he could, deflating slightly when all he got in return was silence.

"I understand if you don't return my feelings-"

"I like you, too" Virgil murmured, and from the doorway Logan could feel a smile fleet across his lips, turning around so they could be alone. But, when he didn't hear any talking as he retreated, he glanced over his shoulder to see his best friend kissing the man he truly liked.

Return to the present, Logan barely listened to his friends conversation as they tried to plan out what they were to do. They had arrived at the destination, but Logan payed it no attention, instead staring at his friends for awhile in silence. How...did he get so lucky?

Before, it was only him and Roman, and during that time they barely hung out during murders, only spending time together when they weren't busy, which wasn't often, and now it's turned into this...his two close friends and boyfriend, all planning out how they were going to strike.

"I love you...all" Logan coughed out, gulping a little afterwards. They all went silent, staring at him in complete shock. Logan says this to his boyfriend, but rarely, and now he's saying it to all of them?

He sighed a little, explaining his little out burst. "Do not take this as a sign of me "going soft"" he pulled a disgusted face at the mere thought, "I am only saying this because...I could lose any of you in a moment, and I would forever regret it if I do not tell you now" he stiffened up a little, but he doesn't regret saying what he did.

Patton moved forward in his seat, reaching out to rub his arm comfortingly. "You won't lose us, Logy"

Logan let out a breathless, humourless chuckle, shaking his head gently. "It is rash statements like that that make me feel worse. I will lose all of you one day, especially with the work we are doing. I merely wanted to tell you now incase I do not get the chance to in the future" opening the car door, he slipped out for some fresh air, closing the door quietly behind him as he crossed the pavement to the little area of trees, leaning on the bark to clear his thoughts and focus on the mission.

He didn't get much chance too before he was wrapped up in a hug from his caring boyfriend. "We love you too, Logy" he whispered, pressing his lips to his in a short but sweet kiss.

"My emotionless nerd is finally going soft!" Roman grinned, walking up to them with Virgil in tow, he was smiling too but it was more of a smirk. "Say that again and I will kill you" Logan replied back, arms loosely placed around Patton's waist.

Roman made a "pft" sound, leaning on a tree opposite with his arms crossed. "You couldn't kill me!"

"You are right - instead, I will force you to shoot and kill an innocent man" Roman gasped in horror, holding a hand over his heart at Logan's threat he knew he would go through.

"What about an innocent kid?" Virgil suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I do not kill kids - or help in doing so" Logan dismissed, feeling Patton lean against his chest, giggling.

"I don't kill animals!" He piped up, each of them turning to Virgil afterwards. He shrugged, glancing away for a moment.  "I don't...not kill people"

Logan felt physical pain from that response, pushing a few strands of his hair back in place.

"Come on" he sighed, walking towards the building.

"Let us kill some people and order take out"

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