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Belong together

Short story By: LunaticLullaby
Horror



A romance/"horror" story about two men living under the same roof trying to live happy lives, but when the only thing standing in the way is eachother, what lengths will they go to to acheive what they want?


Submitted:Apr 12, 2011    Reads: 78    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Insane. That was the only word that came to mind when trying to describe the green eyes looking into his. These emerald eyes were insanely bright and shone with small golden flecks in the morning light. That morning Alexander had woke to a dark mess of hair in his face, though not totally unpleasant, he couldn't help but be annoyed. "Are you crazy or something Devon?! What are you doing in my bed again?" Devon's smile wavered for a moment but quickly returned to its original form, "I came to sleep with you last night!" Normally Alexander wouldn't be so upset, but lately his brunette friend had made a habit of this. Rolling his ice blue eyes and flicking his honey colored hair, he shoved the other out of bed. Landing with a loud thump, Devon quickly stood, stuck out his tongue, and scurried out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "Don't forget you have work in about an hour!" The moment the boy was out of sight Alexander's annoyance subsided, quickly to be replaced with mild confusion. He almost never got angry, especially at his good friend. Sighing he got up and began to get ready for work, quickly forgetting about his current aggravation, deciding to deal with it later rather than sooner. By the time he was ready to head out he'd forgotten completely about his friend and his curious new habit.
In the kitchen Devon began to prepare breakfast, humming a tuneless song as he thinks about his friend's growing impatience with him. 'How awful' he thinks,' Alex should have caught on by now.' Devon and Alex had been friends for a while now and Alex hasn't been taking the hint that Devon wants to be more. The more he thought about it, the more he decided that he was already rejected. Devon felt a dull pain go through his chest at this realization. Random incidents from his child hood began to flit through his mind. The words 'I wish I could forget you were ever born' rang the loudest in his head and he fought to keep his tears at bay. The stinging in his eyes seemed to intensify by thousands as Alexander left the house without a word of goodbye. This really shouldn't have surprised him though, Devon had known from the beginning that what Alexander wants most of all is to get married to a beautiful woman. To have a large home and a nice family to come home to, things that Devon had deluded himself into thinking he could provide. At the smell of something burning he snapped quickly out of his thoughts. As he looked down into his frying pan he saw the charred remains of his breakfast. With a sigh, Devon scrapped the charcoaled eggs into the trash and started to get ready for work.
Working as a waiter at a local diner was already bad enough, today though Devon was in an especially bad mood. He'd spent the entire morning moping around and had eventually got himself sent to the kitchen to wash dishes for the rest of the day. A tap on the shoulder caused him to look up and when he did he was facing a blonde haired blue eyes waitress. "What's your problem? You been lookin' sad all mornin'." She twanged in a heavy county accent. Devon sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day and started to explain, "Well you see, it's Alexander, he- "Oh, I understand!" She interrupted, "He told you he don't like you, right?" "No," he said sadly, "he doesn't even seem to notice that I like him like that." Lane thought about this for a minute before saying, "Well then, why don't you just tell 'em?" Devon rolled his eyes at the redneck waitress, 'Clearly she doesn't get it.' He thought. "It's not that simple," he stated with an air of superiority, "he hasn't even been acting like were friends lately, he so obsessed with finding the perfect girl and getting the heck out of the apartment. He didn't even say goodbye this morning!" Ranted Devon, "Clearly he doesn't even appreciate the effort I put into making our house livable!" Lane suppressed an eye roll, personally she thought that Devon was overreacting, at least a little bit, but she decided to dole out some helpful advice anyway. "I know if it were Jason acting like that I'd have to take tings into my own hands instead of letting things run its course like that, he should at least show a little gratitude, you know? By the way, what do you plan to do when Alex finally gets a girl?" But Devon didn't respond, he had stopped listening at 'take it into my own hands'. Little did Lane know that she had just given Devon a dangerous idea.
Alex stretched his arms and let out a small groan, his muscles were tight from a long day at work, lifting heavy planks of wood and metal for the unfinished house. His stomach growled and he frowned, Devon wouldn't be home for another hour, so until then he would just have to wait. He felt a spike of annoyance just at the thought of his name. Lately Devon had been getting progressively clingier and it was starting to drive Alex crazy! Alexander had been trying harder than ever to meet the perfect girl, and it shouldn't have been so hard, with his charming personality, honey blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular build. Is only problem was the dark haired pest that had attached itself to his hip. In Alexander's eyes, the one thing standing in the way of his dream was Devon. He'd made it his personal mission in life to drive every woman Alex even dared to give a second glance away. Thinking of this, something in Alex snapped. No matter what he did, Devon would just continue to bother, there could really only be one permanent solution… kill Devon. Alex was only a little disturbed at his thought process but didn't let it stop him from going ahead with the planning. He quickly thought up a plan, picking up a pad of paper he began to right the supplies he'd need before he got to business.
When Devon arrived home, the house was dark; the only thing in sight was their white Persian cat, Teacup. He wandered back into Alex's room and found him asleep. Devon instantly felt regret, he couldn't believe he'd ever thought of hurting him, let alone killing him. 'He's nothing like the others who betrayed me, how could I think of getting rid of my one true love?' Devon was about to turn and walk out the room when a small, folded, yellow piece of paper caught his attention. Curiosity getting the best of him, he picked it up. The paper had a simple title of "Supplies". Skimming down the list, Devon was absolutely shocked. 'Cleaning supplies, stain remover, sulfuric acid…" Devon was a little worried about this odd grocery list and he only had his suspicions confirmed when he saw the paper underneath. 'A paper that says when know one will be at the new building site?! That explains the "grocery list"; he's trying to get rid of me!' Devon felt a strong since of betrayal, he couldn't believe that his own friend would plan to kill him! The only thought going through his head now was 'I have to kill him before he kills me, it's only fair, and if he can't see that we belong together then he deserves to die anyway.' The next morning Alexander and Devon were sitting at the breakfast table, each plotting the others demise. 'I'll get him when he's coming home from work, he'll be too tired to fight me off. Then I'll just…stab him to death? It should be easy enough, know need to be inhumane, I'll make it as quick as possible.' Alex smirked at the irony of his plan, 'stabbing him to death to be humane?' But he didn't really care, this was his only chance to be free from that banshee. While Devon on the other hand was thinking, 'How can I make this as awful as possible? It can't be quick like the others, he has to suffer. It's the only way he can understand what he's put me through …' Devon then decided that it was to quite, so, he began to chatter away about his day yesterday. On and on he talked non-stop. Alex , preoccupied with his thoughts, tried to tune him out. Devon's endless stream of chatter became an annoying buzz at the back of Alex's mind. Finally though, Alex had had enough. Slamming his hands on the table he shouted "Shut up you annoying brat!" Devon sat in stunned silence as Alex stalked out the front door angrily.
'This will be fun.' Thought Devon as he stroked the cat's fur in content. Devon was at home, waiting for Alex to come back from work. He had taken the day off today so that he could finally execute his plan. It had been three weeks since both men had come to the conclusion of killing the other, and Devon had set his date to the same day as Alex's so he would be caught least off guard. Unfortunately for Alexander, Devon didn't know that he had changed his mind. About a week after Alex had made the list he realized what a terrible think he'd been thinking of doing and had gotten ride of all the lists, unbeknownst to him, Devon had already seen the date and time he'd planned. Now as Alexander comes through the door he is met with the usual silence of the house, unaware that the rancid smell in the air is not just another of Devon's cooking experiments gone wrong, but a large bowl of battery acid waiting for him on the other side of his bed room door. Alex began methodically removing his work shoes and jacket, stretching as he usually did before heading off to his bed room. When he opened the door, he froze. There sitting on his bed was Devon, holding a bowl of what appeared to be water. Alex frowned and asked, "What are you doing home? And why do you have a bowl of water in my room?" Devon didn't reply, he just slowly stood up, careful not to spill the battery acid on himself. Just ask he was ready to throw the acid in Alex's face he said, "Will you marry me?" Alex gave him a perplexed look and said, "Umm...No." Devon sighed and thought 'Didn't think so.' Out loud he said, "Wrong answer." Alex opened his mouth to ask what on earth he was talking about when Devon deemed it an appropriate time to pour the acid. Alex let out a blood curling scream as he felt his face start to melt away and his eyes cave in. He fell to the floor as Devon began to chuckle, Alex managed to choke out a mangled "Why?" Before he started to swallow more acid Devon had poured down his throat that had been left in the bottom of the bowl. Alex withered on the floor as the acid ate away at his wind pipe, driving him crazy with the pain. Devon stopped laughing long enough to answer, "Because it was time to take things into my own hands! You were too stupid to see that we belong together; I could have made you as happy as any woman could! It's really such a shame though, this could have been avoided if you had just said yes. It's to late now though, even if by some miracle you lived, your pretty face is all ruined." He said as he pouted, looking at the mangle red mass that used to be Alexander's face. Alexander felt a terrible weight in his chest but his mind was so clouded with pain he could barely form the thought, 'I'm drowning in my own blood…' He only vaguely could hear Devon's words but they were practically inaudible over his own screams, but those were slowly fading as his ability to pull in oxygen was weakening and the pain had become a numbing sensation. His last thought was, '… I guess he really was insane …' As he finally breathed his last breath, the only indication that he had finally died was not that his vision had grown dim; the acid had taken his sight long ago, but that the loud, wet sucking sound coming from deep within his chest had finally ceased.
Earlier, as Alexander had been coming into the house, he'd been so distracted with his daily routine that he'd forgotten to lock the front door. Devon hadn't heard the light knocking that was at the front door as he watched Alexander die. He didn't realize that Alex had invited Jason, a friend from the construction company Alex works, or worked, at. Due to Alexander's earlier forgetfulness, the front door was still unlocked. Jason tested the door knob and found the door to be open. He decided that he would just wait for his friend to come home, or just leave him a note telling him that he had been there. As Jason walked into the house he saw Alex's work boots by the door. Curious he wandered deeper into the house, remaining silent incase he was disrupting something important. His feet became glued to the spot as he heard a voice rant from the other side of a door to his right. He could smell burning flesh combined with something chemical, the smell seeping through the small cracks that separated the door from its frame. He'd only made the decision to call the police when he heard the mangled yet recognizable voice of Alexander screaming. About half hour later Devon was being dragged from the house by several men in blue. A large crowd had gathered outside the building to watch, and as Devon announced what he had did and done before, the group let out a collective gasp. Their shocked murmurs filled the air; many couldn't believe what had happened. Everyone who'd known him had thought that he was a nice guy, full of charisma and charm. Amongst the shocked crowd was a young woman named Abigail, her surprise out shone all others. She had been friends with Devon for several months and had taken quite a liking to him. He had helped her move in and even staid over for a while when her mother died. She realized that even if she believed he was practically heaven sent, it was impossible to know what was really going on in people's heads. She felt completely mortified as she came to this realization, but was comforted by the fact that he would definitely be sent for a very long time. And he was, months later Devon was put on trial and was declared insane with a severe case of Antisocial Personality Disorder; he now spends the rest of his days in Danvers State Asylum, sitting in an all white room with barred windows and a straight jacket securing his arms.
Insane. That was the only word that came to mind when trying to describe the green eyes looking into his. These emerald eyes were insanely bright and shone with small golden flecks in the morning light. That morning Alexander had woke to a dark mess of hair in his face, though not totally unpleasant, he couldn't help but be annoyed. "Are you crazy or something Devon?! What are you doing in my bed again?" Devon's smile wavered for a moment but quickly returned to its original form, "I came to sleep with you last night!" Normally Alexander wouldn't be so upset, but lately his brunette friend had made a habit of this. Rolling his ice blue eyes and flicking his honey colored hair, he shoved the other out of bed. Landing with a loud thump, Devon quickly stood, stuck out his tongue, and scurried out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "Don't forget you have work in about an hour!" The moment the boy was out of sight Alexander's annoyance subsided, quickly to be replaced with mild confusion. He almost never got angry, especially at his good friend. Sighing he got up and began to get ready for work, quickly forgetting about his current aggravation, deciding to deal with it later rather than sooner. By the time he was ready to head out he'd forgotten completely about his friend and his curious new habit.
In the kitchen Devon began to prepare breakfast, humming a tuneless song as he thinks about his friend's growing impatience with him. 'How awful' he thinks,' Alex should have caught on by now.' Devon and Alex had been friends for a while now and Alex hasn't been taking the hint that Devon wants to be more. The more he thought about it, the more he decided that he was already rejected. Devon felt a dull pain go through his chest at this realization. Random incidents from his child hood began to flit through his mind. The words 'I wish I could forget you were ever born' rang the loudest in his head and he fought to keep his tears at bay. The stinging in his eyes seemed to intensify by thousands as Alexander left the house without a word of goodbye. This really shouldn't have surprised him though, Devon had known from the beginning that what Alexander wants most of all is to get married to a beautiful woman. To have a large home and a nice family to come home to, things that Devon had deluded himself into thinking he could provide. At the smell of something burning he snapped quickly out of his thoughts. As he looked down into his frying pan he saw the charred remains of his breakfast. With a sigh, Devon scrapped the charcoaled eggs into the trash and started to get ready for work.
Working as a waiter at a local diner was already bad enough, today though Devon was in an especially bad mood. He'd spent the entire morning moping around and had eventually got himself sent to the kitchen to wash dishes for the rest of the day. A tap on the shoulder caused him to look up and when he did he was facing a blonde haired blue eyes waitress. "What's your problem? You been lookin' sad all mornin'." She twanged in a heavy county accent. Devon sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day and started to explain, "Well you see, it's Alexander, he- "Oh, I understand!" She interrupted, "He told you he don't like you, right?" "No," he said sadly, "he doesn't even seem to notice that I like him like that." Lane thought about this for a minute before saying, "Well then, why don't you just tell 'em?" Devon rolled his eyes at the redneck waitress, 'Clearly she doesn't get it.' He thought. "It's not that simple," he stated with an air of superiority, "he hasn't even been acting like were friends lately, he so obsessed with finding the perfect girl and getting the heck out of the apartment. He didn't even say goodbye this morning!" Ranted Devon, "Clearly he doesn't even appreciate the effort I put into making our house livable!" Lane suppressed an eye roll, personally she thought that Devon was overreacting, at least a little bit, but she decided to dole out some helpful advice anyway. "I know if it were Jason acting like that I'd have to take tings into my own hands instead of letting things run its course like that, he should at least show a little gratitude, you know? By the way, what do you plan to do when Alex finally gets a girl?" But Devon didn't respond, he had stopped listening at 'take it into my own hands'. Little did Lane know that she had just given Devon a dangerous idea.
Alex stretched his arms and let out a small groan, his muscles were tight from a long day at work, lifting heavy planks of wood and metal for the unfinished house. His stomach growled and he frowned, Devon wouldn't be home for another hour, so until then he would just have to wait. He felt a spike of annoyance just at the thought of his name. Lately Devon had been getting progressively clingier and it was starting to drive Alex crazy! Alexander had been trying harder than ever to meet the perfect girl, and it shouldn't have been so hard, with his charming personality, honey blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular build. Is only problem was the dark haired pest that had attached itself to his hip. In Alexander's eyes, the one thing standing in the way of his dream was Devon. He'd made it his personal mission in life to drive every woman Alex even dared to give a second glance away. Thinking of this, something in Alex snapped. No matter what he did, Devon would just continue to bother, there could really only be one permanent solution… kill Devon. Alex was only a little disturbed at his thought process but didn't let it stop him from going ahead with the planning. He quickly thought up a plan, picking up a pad of paper he began to right the supplies he'd need before he got to business.
When Devon arrived home, the house was dark; the only thing in sight was their white Persian cat, Teacup. He wandered back into Alex's room and found him asleep. Devon instantly felt regret, he couldn't believe he'd ever thought of hurting him, let alone killing him. 'He's nothing like the others who betrayed me, how could I think of getting rid of my one true love?' Devon was about to turn and walk out the room when a small, folded, yellow piece of paper caught his attention. Curiosity getting the best of him, he picked it up. The paper had a simple title of "Supplies". Skimming down the list, Devon was absolutely shocked. 'Cleaning supplies, stain remover, sulfuric acid…" Devon was a little worried about this odd grocery list and he only had his suspicions confirmed when he saw the paper underneath. 'A paper that says when know one will be at the new building site?! That explains the "grocery list"; he's trying to get rid of me!' Devon felt a strong since of betrayal, he couldn't believe that his own friend would plan to kill him! The only thought going through his head now was 'I have to kill him before he kills me, it's only fair, and if he can't see that we belong together then he deserves to die anyway.' The next morning Alexander and Devon were sitting at the breakfast table, each plotting the others demise. 'I'll get him when he's coming home from work, he'll be too tired to fight me off. Then I'll just…stab him to death? It should be easy enough, know need to be inhumane, I'll make it as quick as possible.' Alex smirked at the irony of his plan, 'stabbing him to death to be humane?' But he didn't really care, this was his only chance to be free from that banshee. While Devon on the other hand was thinking, 'How can I make this as awful as possible? It can't be quick like the others, he has to suffer. It's the only way he can understand what he's put me through …' Devon then decided that it was to quite, so, he began to chatter away about his day yesterday. On and on he talked non-stop. Alex , preoccupied with his thoughts, tried to tune him out. Devon's endless stream of chatter became an annoying buzz at the back of Alex's mind. Finally though, Alex had had enough. Slamming his hands on the table he shouted "Shut up you annoying brat!" Devon sat in stunned silence as Alex stalked out the front door angrily.
'This will be fun.' Thought Devon as he stroked the cat's fur in content. Devon was at home, waiting for Alex to come back from work. He had taken the day off today so that he could finally execute his plan. It had been three weeks since both men had come to the conclusion of killing the other, and Devon had set his date to the same day as Alex's so he would be caught least off guard. Unfortunately for Alexander, Devon didn't know that he had changed his mind. About a week after Alex had made the list he realized what a terrible think he'd been thinking of doing and had gotten ride of all the lists, unbeknownst to him, Devon had already seen the date and time he'd planned. Now as Alexander comes through the door he is met with the usual silence of the house, unaware that the rancid smell in the air is not just another of Devon's cooking experiments gone wrong, but a large bowl of battery acid waiting for him on the other side of his bed room door. Alex began methodically removing his work shoes and jacket, stretching as he usually did before heading off to his bed room. When he opened the door, he froze. There sitting on his bed was Devon, holding a bowl of what appeared to be water. Alex frowned and asked, "What are you doing home? And why do you have a bowl of water in my room?" Devon didn't reply, he just slowly stood up, careful not to spill the battery acid on himself. Just ask he was ready to throw the acid in Alex's face he said, "Will you marry me?" Alex gave him a perplexed look and said, "Umm...No." Devon sighed and thought 'Didn't think so.' Out loud he said, "Wrong answer." Alex opened his mouth to ask what on earth he was talking about when Devon deemed it an appropriate time to pour the acid. Alex let out a blood curling scream as he felt his face start to melt away and his eyes cave in. He fell to the floor as Devon began to chuckle, Alex managed to choke out a mangled "Why?" Before he started to swallow more acid Devon had poured down his throat that had been left in the bottom of the bowl. Alex withered on the floor as the acid ate away at his wind pipe, driving him crazy with the pain. Devon stopped laughing long enough to answer, "Because it was time to take things into my own hands! You were too stupid to see that we belong together; I could have made you as happy as any woman could! It's really such a shame though, this could have been avoided if you had just said yes. It's to late now though, even if by some miracle you lived, your pretty face is all ruined." He said as he pouted, looking at the mangle red mass that used to be Alexander's face. Alexander felt a terrible weight in his chest but his mind was so clouded with pain he could barely form the thought, 'I'm drowning in my own blood…' He only vaguely could hear Devon's words but they were practically inaudible over his own screams, but those were slowly fading as his ability to pull in oxygen was weakening and the pain had become a numbing sensation. His last thought was, '… I guess he really was insane …' As he finally breathed his last breath, the only indication that he had finally died was not that his vision had grown dim; the acid had taken his sight long ago, but that the loud, wet sucking sound coming from deep within his chest had finally ceased.
Earlier, as Alexander had been coming into the house, he'd been so distracted with his daily routine that he'd forgotten to lock the front door. Devon hadn't heard the light knocking that was at the front door as he watched Alexander die. He didn't realize that Alex had invited Jason, a friend from the construction company Alex works, or worked, at. Due to Alexander's earlier forgetfulness, the front door was still unlocked. Jason tested the door knob and found the door to be open. He decided that he would just wait for his friend to come home, or just leave him a note telling him that he had been there. As Jason walked into the house he saw Alex's work boots by the door. Curious he wandered deeper into the house, remaining silent incase he was disrupting something important. His feet became glued to the spot as he heard a voice rant from the other side of a door to his right. He could smell burning flesh combined with something chemical, the smell seeping through the small cracks that separated the door from its frame. He'd only made the decision to call the police when he heard the mangled yet recognizable voice of Alexander screaming. About half hour later Devon was being dragged from the house by several men in blue. A large crowd had gathered outside the building to watch, and as Devon announced what he had did and done before, the group let out a collective gasp. Their shocked murmurs filled the air; many couldn't believe what had happened. Everyone who'd known him had thought that he was a nice guy, full of charisma and charm. Amongst the shocked crowd was a young woman named Abigail, her surprise out shone all others. She had been friends with Devon for several months and had taken quite a liking to him. He had helped her move in and even staid over for a while when her mother died. She realized that even if she believed he was practically heaven sent, it was impossible to know what was really going on in people's heads. She felt completely mortified as she came to this realization, but was comforted by the fact that he would definitely be sent for a very long time. And he was, months later Devon was put on trial and was declared insane with a severe case of Antisocial Personality Disorder; he now spends the rest of his days in Danvers State Asylum, sitting in an all white room with barred windows and a straight jacket securing his arms.
Insane. That was the only word that came to mind when trying to describe the green eyes looking into his. These emerald eyes were insanely bright and shone with small golden flecks in the morning light. That morning Alexander had woke to a dark mess of hair in his face, though not totally unpleasant, he couldn't help but be annoyed. "Are you crazy or something Devon?! What are you doing in my bed again?" Devon's smile wavered for a moment but quickly returned to its original form, "I came to sleep with you last night!" Normally Alexander wouldn't be so upset, but lately his brunette friend had made a habit of this. Rolling his ice blue eyes and flicking his honey colored hair, he shoved the other out of bed. Landing with a loud thump, Devon quickly stood, stuck out his tongue, and scurried out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "Don't forget you have work in about an hour!" The moment the boy was out of sight Alexander's annoyance subsided, quickly to be replaced with mild confusion. He almost never got angry, especially at his good friend. Sighing he got up and began to get ready for work, quickly forgetting about his current aggravation, deciding to deal with it later rather than sooner. By the time he was ready to head out he'd forgotten completely about his friend and his curious new habit.
In the kitchen Devon began to prepare breakfast, humming a tuneless song as he thinks about his friend's growing impatience with him. 'How awful' he thinks,' Alex should have caught on by now.' Devon and Alex had been friends for a while now and Alex hasn't been taking the hint that Devon wants to be more. The more he thought about it, the more he decided that he was already rejected. Devon felt a dull pain go through his chest at this realization. Random incidents from his child hood began to flit through his mind. The words 'I wish I could forget you were ever born' rang the loudest in his head and he fought to keep his tears at bay. The stinging in his eyes seemed to intensify by thousands as Alexander left the house without a word of goodbye. This really shouldn't have surprised him though, Devon had known from the beginning that what Alexander wants most of all is to get married to a beautiful woman. To have a large home and a nice family to come home to, things that Devon had deluded himself into thinking he could provide. At the smell of something burning he snapped quickly out of his thoughts. As he looked down into his frying pan he saw the charred remains of his breakfast. With a sigh, Devon scrapped the charcoaled eggs into the trash and started to get ready for work.
Working as a waiter at a local diner was already bad enough, today though Devon was in an especially bad mood. He'd spent the entire morning moping around and had eventually got himself sent to the kitchen to wash dishes for the rest of the day. A tap on the shoulder caused him to look up and when he did he was facing a blonde haired blue eyes waitress. "What's your problem? You been lookin' sad all mornin'." She twanged in a heavy county accent. Devon sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day and started to explain, "Well you see, it's Alexander, he- "Oh, I understand!" She interrupted, "He told you he don't like you, right?" "No," he said sadly, "he doesn't even seem to notice that I like him like that." Lane thought about this for a minute before saying, "Well then, why don't you just tell 'em?" Devon rolled his eyes at the redneck waitress, 'Clearly she doesn't get it.' He thought. "It's not that simple," he stated with an air of superiority, "he hasn't even been acting like were friends lately, he so obsessed with finding the perfect girl and getting the heck out of the apartment. He didn't even say goodbye this morning!" Ranted Devon, "Clearly he doesn't even appreciate the effort I put into making our house livable!" Lane suppressed an eye roll, personally she thought that Devon was overreacting, at least a little bit, but she decided to dole out some helpful advice anyway. "I know if it were Jason acting like that I'd have to take tings into my own hands instead of letting things run its course like that, he should at least show a little gratitude, you know? By the way, what do you plan to do when Alex finally gets a girl?" But Devon didn't respond, he had stopped listening at 'take it into my own hands'. Little did Lane know that she had just given Devon a dangerous idea.
Alex stretched his arms and let out a small groan, his muscles were tight from a long day at work, lifting heavy planks of wood and metal for the unfinished house. His stomach growled and he frowned, Devon wouldn't be home for another hour, so until then he would just have to wait. He felt a spike of annoyance just at the thought of his name. Lately Devon had been getting progressively clingier and it was starting to drive Alex crazy! Alexander had been trying harder than ever to meet the perfect girl, and it shouldn't have been so hard, with his charming personality, honey blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular build. Is only problem was the dark haired pest that had attached itself to his hip. In Alexander's eyes, the one thing standing in the way of his dream was Devon. He'd made it his personal mission in life to drive every woman Alex even dared to give a second glance away. Thinking of this, something in Alex snapped. No matter what he did, Devon would just continue to bother, there could really only be one permanent solution… kill Devon. Alex was only a little disturbed at his thought process but didn't let it stop him from going ahead with the planning. He quickly thought up a plan, picking up a pad of paper he began to right the supplies he'd need before he got to business.
When Devon arrived home, the house was dark; the only thing in sight was their white Persian cat, Teacup. He wandered back into Alex's room and found him asleep. Devon instantly felt regret, he couldn't believe he'd ever thought of hurting him, let alone killing him. 'He's nothing like the others who betrayed me, how could I think of getting rid of my one true love?' Devon was about to turn and walk out the room when a small, folded, yellow piece of paper caught his attention. Curiosity getting the best of him, he picked it up. The paper had a simple title of "Supplies". Skimming down the list, Devon was absolutely shocked. 'Cleaning supplies, stain remover, sulfuric acid…" Devon was a little worried about this odd grocery list and he only had his suspicions confirmed when he saw the paper underneath. 'A paper that says when know one will be at the new building site?! That explains the "grocery list"; he's trying to get rid of me!' Devon felt a strong since of betrayal, he couldn't believe that his own friend would plan to kill him! The only thought going through his head now was 'I have to kill him before he kills me, it's only fair, and if he can't see that we belong together then he deserves to die anyway.' The next morning Alexander and Devon were sitting at the breakfast table, each plotting the others demise. 'I'll get him when he's coming home from work, he'll be too tired to fight me off. Then I'll just…stab him to death? It should be easy enough, know need to be inhumane, I'll make it as quick as possible.' Alex smirked at the irony of his plan, 'stabbing him to death to be humane?' But he didn't really care, this was his only chance to be free from that banshee. While Devon on the other hand was thinking, 'How can I make this as awful as possible? It can't be quick like the others, he has to suffer. It's the only way he can understand what he's put me through …' Devon then decided that it was to quite, so, he began to chatter away about his day yesterday. On and on he talked non-stop. Alex , preoccupied with his thoughts, tried to tune him out. Devon's endless stream of chatter became an annoying buzz at the back of Alex's mind. Finally though, Alex had had enough. Slamming his hands on the table he shouted "Shut up you annoying brat!" Devon sat in stunned silence as Alex stalked out the front door angrily.
'This will be fun.' Thought Devon as he stroked the cat's fur in content. Devon was at home, waiting for Alex to come back from work. He had taken the day off today so that he could finally execute his plan. It had been three weeks since both men had come to the conclusion of killing the other, and Devon had set his date to the same day as Alex's so he would be caught least off guard. Unfortunately for Alexander, Devon didn't know that he had changed his mind. About a week after Alex had made the list he realized what a terrible think he'd been thinking of doing and had gotten ride of all the lists, unbeknownst to him, Devon had already seen the date and time he'd planned. Now as Alexander comes through the door he is met with the usual silence of the house, unaware that the rancid smell in the air is not just another of Devon's cooking experiments gone wrong, but a large bowl of battery acid waiting for him on the other side of his bed room door. Alex began methodically removing his work shoes and jacket, stretching as he usually did before heading off to his bed room. When he opened the door, he froze. There sitting on his bed was Devon, holding a bowl of what appeared to be water. Alex frowned and asked, "What are you doing home? And why do you have a bowl of water in my room?" Devon didn't reply, he just slowly stood up, careful not to spill the battery acid on himself. Just ask he was ready to throw the acid in Alex's face he said, "Will you marry me?" Alex gave him a perplexed look and said, "Umm...No." Devon sighed and thought 'Didn't think so.' Out loud he said, "Wrong answer." Alex opened his mouth to ask what on earth he was talking about when Devon deemed it an appropriate time to pour the acid. Alex let out a blood curling scream as he felt his face start to melt away and his eyes cave in. He fell to the floor as Devon began to chuckle, Alex managed to choke out a mangled "Why?" Before he started to swallow more acid Devon had poured down his throat that had been left in the bottom of the bowl. Alex withered on the floor as the acid ate away at his wind pipe, driving him crazy with the pain. Devon stopped laughing long enough to answer, "Because it was time to take things into my own hands! You were too stupid to see that we belong together; I could have made you as happy as any woman could! It's really such a shame though, this could have been avoided if you had just said yes. It's to late now though, even if by some miracle you lived, your pretty face is all ruined." He said as he pouted, looking at the mangle red mass that used to be Alexander's face. Alexander felt a terrible weight in his chest but his mind was so clouded with pain he could barely form the thought, 'I'm drowning in my own blood…' He only vaguely could hear Devon's words but they were practically inaudible over his own screams, but those were slowly fading as his ability to pull in oxygen was weakening and the pain had become a numbing sensation. His last thought was, '… I guess he really was insane …' As he finally breathed his last breath, the only indication that he had finally died was not that his vision had grown dim; the acid had taken his sight long ago, but that the loud, wet sucking sound coming from deep within his chest had finally ceased.
Earlier, as Alexander had been coming into the house, he'd been so distracted with his daily routine that he'd forgotten to lock the front door. Devon hadn't heard the light knocking that was at the front door as he watched Alexander die. He didn't realize that Alex had invited Jason, a friend from the construction company Alex works, or worked, at. Due to Alexander's earlier forgetfulness, the front door was still unlocked. Jason tested the door knob and found the door to be open. He decided that he would just wait for his friend to come home, or just leave him a note telling him that he had been there. As Jason walked into the house he saw Alex's work boots by the door. Curious he wandered deeper into the house, remaining silent incase he was disrupting something important. His feet became glued to the spot as he heard a voice rant from the other side of a door to his right. He could smell burning flesh combined with something chemical, the smell seeping through the small cracks that separated the door from its frame. He'd only made the decision to call the police when he heard the mangled yet recognizable voice of Alexander screaming. About half hour later Devon was being dragged from the house by several men in blue. A large crowd had gathered outside the building to watch, and as Devon announced what he had did and done before, the group let out a collective gasp. Their shocked murmurs filled the air; many couldn't believe what had happened. Everyone who'd known him had thought that he was a nice guy, full of charisma and charm. Amongst the shocked crowd was a young woman named Abigail, her surprise out shone all others. She had been friends with Devon for several months and had taken quite a liking to him. He had helped her move in and even staid over for a while when her mother died. She realized that even if she believed he was practically heaven sent, it was impossible to know what was really going on in people's heads. She felt completely mortified as she came to this realization, but was comforted by the fact that he would definitely be sent for a very long time. And he was, months later Devon was put on trial and was declared insane with a severe case of Antisocial Personality Disorder; he now spends the rest of his days in Danvers State Asylum, sitting in an all white room with barred windows and a straight jacket securing his arms.
Insane. That was the only word that came to mind when trying to describe the green eyes looking into his. These emerald eyes were insanely bright and shone with small golden flecks in the morning light. That morning Alexander had woke to a dark mess of hair in his face, though not totally unpleasant, he couldn't help but be annoyed. "Are you crazy or something Devon?! What are you doing in my bed again?" Devon's smile wavered for a moment but quickly returned to its original form, "I came to sleep with you last night!" Normally Alexander wouldn't be so upset, but lately his brunette friend had made a habit of this. Rolling his ice blue eyes and flicking his honey colored hair, he shoved the other out of bed. Landing with a loud thump, Devon quickly stood, stuck out his tongue, and scurried out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "Don't forget you have work in about an hour!" The moment the boy was out of sight Alexander's annoyance subsided, quickly to be replaced with mild confusion. He almost never got angry, especially at his good friend. Sighing he got up and began to get ready for work, quickly forgetting about his current aggravation, deciding to deal with it later rather than sooner. By the time he was ready to head out he'd forgotten completely about his friend and his curious new habit.
In the kitchen Devon began to prepare breakfast, humming a tuneless song as he thinks about his friend's growing impatience with him. 'How awful' he thinks,' Alex should have caught on by now.' Devon and Alex had been friends for a while now and Alex hasn't been taking the hint that Devon wants to be more. The more he thought about it, the more he decided that he was already rejected. Devon felt a dull pain go through his chest at this realization. Random incidents from his child hood began to flit through his mind. The words 'I wish I could forget you were ever born' rang the loudest in his head and he fought to keep his tears at bay. The stinging in his eyes seemed to intensify by thousands as Alexander left the house without a word of goodbye. This really shouldn't have surprised him though, Devon had known from the beginning that what Alexander wants most of all is to get married to a beautiful woman. To have a large home and a nice family to come home to, things that Devon had deluded himself into thinking he could provide. At the smell of something burning he snapped quickly out of his thoughts. As he looked down into his frying pan he saw the charred remains of his breakfast. With a sigh, Devon scrapped the charcoaled eggs into the trash and started to get ready for work.
Working as a waiter at a local diner was already bad enough, today though Devon was in an especially bad mood. He'd spent the entire morning moping around and had eventually got himself sent to the kitchen to wash dishes for the rest of the day. A tap on the shoulder caused him to look up and when he did he was facing a blonde haired blue eyes waitress. "What's your problem? You been lookin' sad all mornin'." She twanged in a heavy county accent. Devon sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day and started to explain, "Well you see, it's Alexander, he- "Oh, I understand!" She interrupted, "He told you he don't like you, right?" "No," he said sadly, "he doesn't even seem to notice that I like him like that." Lane thought about this for a minute before saying, "Well then, why don't you just tell 'em?" Devon rolled his eyes at the redneck waitress, 'Clearly she doesn't get it.' He thought. "It's not that simple," he stated with an air of superiority, "he hasn't even been acting like were friends lately, he so obsessed with finding the perfect girl and getting the heck out of the apartment. He didn't even say goodbye this morning!" Ranted Devon, "Clearly he doesn't even appreciate the effort I put into making our house livable!" Lane suppressed an eye roll, personally she thought that Devon was overreacting, at least a little bit, but she decided to dole out some helpful advice anyway. "I know if it were Jason acting like that I'd have to take tings into my own hands instead of letting things run its course like that, he should at least show a little gratitude, you know? By the way, what do you plan to do when Alex finally gets a girl?" But Devon didn't respond, he had stopped listening at 'take it into my own hands'. Little did Lane know that she had just given Devon a dangerous idea.
Alex stretched his arms and let out a small groan, his muscles were tight from a long day at work, lifting heavy planks of wood and metal for the unfinished house. His stomach growled and he frowned, Devon wouldn't be home for another hour, so until then he would just have to wait. He felt a spike of annoyance just at the thought of his name. Lately Devon had been getting progressively clingier and it was starting to drive Alex crazy! Alexander had been trying harder than ever to meet the perfect girl, and it shouldn't have been so hard, with his charming personality, honey blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular build. Is only problem was the dark haired pest that had attached itself to his hip. In Alexander's eyes, the one thing standing in the way of his dream was Devon. He'd made it his personal mission in life to drive every woman Alex even dared to give a second glance away. Thinking of this, something in Alex snapped. No matter what he did, Devon would just continue to bother, there could really only be one permanent solution… kill Devon. Alex was only a little disturbed at his thought process but didn't let it stop him from going ahead with the planning. He quickly thought up a plan, picking up a pad of paper he began to right the supplies he'd need before he got to business.
When Devon arrived home, the house was dark; the only thing in sight was their white Persian cat, Teacup. He wandered back into Alex's room and found him asleep. Devon instantly felt regret, he couldn't believe he'd ever thought of hurting him, let alone killing him. 'He's nothing like the others who betrayed me, how could I think of getting rid of my one true love?' Devon was about to turn and walk out the room when a small, folded, yellow piece of paper caught his attention. Curiosity getting the best of him, he picked it up. The paper had a simple title of "Supplies". Skimming down the list, Devon was absolutely shocked. 'Cleaning supplies, stain remover, sulfuric acid…" Devon was a little worried about this odd grocery list and he only had his suspicions confirmed when he saw the paper underneath. 'A paper that says when know one will be at the new building site?! That explains the "grocery list"; he's trying to get rid of me!' Devon felt a strong since of betrayal, he couldn't believe that his own friend would plan to kill him! The only thought going through his head now was 'I have to kill him before he kills me, it's only fair, and if he can't see that we belong together then he deserves to die anyway.' The next morning Alexander and Devon were sitting at the breakfast table, each plotting the others demise. 'I'll get him when he's coming home from work, he'll be too tired to fight me off. Then I'll just…stab him to death? It should be easy enough, know need to be inhumane, I'll make it as quick as possible.' Alex smirked at the irony of his plan, 'stabbing him to death to be humane?' But he didn't really care, this was his only chance to be free from that banshee. While Devon on the other hand was thinking, 'How can I make this as awful as possible? It can't be quick like the others, he has to suffer. It's the only way he can understand what he's put me through …' Devon then decided that it was to quite, so, he began to chatter away about his day yesterday. On and on he talked non-stop. Alex , preoccupied with his thoughts, tried to tune him out. Devon's endless stream of chatter became an annoying buzz at the back of Alex's mind. Finally though, Alex had had enough. Slamming his hands on the table he shouted "Shut up you annoying brat!" Devon sat in stunned silence as Alex stalked out the front door angrily.
'This will be fun.' Thought Devon as he stroked the cat's fur in content. Devon was at home, waiting for Alex to come back from work. He had taken the day off today so that he could finally execute his plan. It had been three weeks since both men had come to the conclusion of killing the other, and Devon had set his date to the same day as Alex's so he would be caught least off guard. Unfortunately for Alexander, Devon didn't know that he had changed his mind. About a week after Alex had made the list he realized what a terrible think he'd been thinking of doing and had gotten ride of all the lists, unbeknownst to him, Devon had already seen the date and time he'd planned. Now as Alexander comes through the door he is met with the usual silence of the house, unaware that the rancid smell in the air is not just another of Devon's cooking experiments gone wrong, but a large bowl of battery acid waiting for him on the other side of his bed room door. Alex began methodically removing his work shoes and jacket, stretching as he usually did before heading off to his bed room. When he opened the door, he froze. There sitting on his bed was Devon, holding a bowl of what appeared to be water. Alex frowned and asked, "What are you doing home? And why do you have a bowl of water in my room?" Devon didn't reply, he just slowly stood up, careful not to spill the battery acid on himself. Just ask he was ready to throw the acid in Alex's face he said, "Will you marry me?" Alex gave him a perplexed look and said, "Umm...No." Devon sighed and thought 'Didn't think so.' Out loud he said, "Wrong answer." Alex opened his mouth to ask what on earth he was talking about when Devon deemed it an appropriate time to pour the acid. Alex let out a blood curling scream as he felt his face start to melt away and his eyes cave in. He fell to the floor as Devon began to chuckle, Alex managed to choke out a mangled "Why?" Before he started to swallow more acid Devon had poured down his throat that had been left in the bottom of the bowl. Alex withered on the floor as the acid ate away at his wind pipe, driving him crazy with the pain. Devon stopped laughing long enough to answer, "Because it was time to take things into my own hands! You were too stupid to see that we belong together; I could have made you as happy as any woman could! It's really such a shame though, this could have been avoided if you had just said yes. It's to late now though, even if by some miracle you lived, your pretty face is all ruined." He said as he pouted, looking at the mangle red mass that used to be Alexander's face. Alexander felt a terrible weight in his chest but his mind was so clouded with pain he could barely form the thought, 'I'm drowning in my own blood…' He only vaguely could hear Devon's words but they were practically inaudible over his own screams, but those were slowly fading as his ability to pull in oxygen was weakening and the pain had become a numbing sensation. His last thought was, '… I guess he really was insane …' As he finally breathed his last breath, the only indication that he had finally died was not that his vision had grown dim; the acid had taken his sight long ago, but that the loud, wet sucking sound coming from deep within his chest had finally ceased.
Earlier, as Alexander had been coming into the house, he'd been so distracted with his daily routine that he'd forgotten to lock the front door. Devon hadn't heard the light knocking that was at the front door as he watched Alexander die. He didn't realize that Alex had invited Jason, a friend from the construction company Alex works, or worked, at. Due to Alexander's earlier forgetfulness, the front door was still unlocked. Jason tested the door knob and found the door to be open. He decided that he would just wait for his friend to come home, or just leave him a note telling him that he had been there. As Jason walked into the house he saw Alex's work boots by the door. Curious he wandered deeper into the house, remaining silent incase he was disrupting something important. His feet became glued to the spot as he heard a voice rant from the other side of a door to his right. He could smell burning flesh combined with something chemical, the smell seeping through the small cracks that separated the door from its frame. He'd only made the decision to call the police when he heard the mangled yet recognizable voice of Alexander screaming. About half hour later Devon was being dragged from the house by several men in blue. A large crowd had gathered outside the building to watch, and as Devon announced what he had did and done before, the group let out a collective gasp. Their shocked murmurs filled the air; many couldn't believe what had happened. Everyone who'd known him had thought that he was a nice guy, full of charisma and charm. Amongst the shocked crowd was a young woman named Ab




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