The aftermath.

- Kaizers POV -

Me and Ethan were sitting on the couch. I sighed as I thought at what happened a few minutes ago. When I walked into his room, he was shivering and whimpering in a corner, blood spatters over him. He was just staring at his dead mom's body. I sighed and picked him up, carrying him downstairs and putting him on the couch.

And now we sat here, not a single word spoken between us. He didn't even spare me a glance. Not that I blame him. I'm covered in blood because of his mother's boyfriend. I rubbed my forehead and stood up. Time to get rid of this crime scene...

I put the bodies in trashbags, taped them, and put them in the basement. After that, I threw every single thing that had blood on it in a trashcan. Couldn't forget about cleaning all the walls and shit either...

After 2 hours, there was no evidence of a murder. Well, little to no evidence. I mean, it reaked of bleach, and me and Ethan still had blood all over us.

Ethan... shit.

I walked to the living room and stood in front of him.

"Phone."

...

Nothing. No reaction. Just- nothing. I sighed and reached into his backpocket. I took the phone and smashed it on the floor. I stomped on it, making sure it was utterly useless.

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I called a connection of mine, and he would take care of the rest. Now, I can finally put all my focus and attention on Ethan. I crouched in front of him and cupped his cheek. That seemed to get his attention since he cringed at the wetness of the blood.

"Hey... you okay?"

Again, nothing. I stared into his eyes. They looked... dead. I sighed. It's like a piece died with him when he murdered his mother. Not that I expected less anyway. Not everyone is born to be a murderer, and the first kill is always the hardest.

I stood back up. "I got to go now. A friend of mine will come here and take care of you and... them."

His small head perked up immediately. His adorable eyes got filled with tears as he stuck his small arms towards me.

I sighed. I'm a total mess for this boy.

I walked back over to him and hugged him tight. I buried my face in his neck, enjoying his scent. He silently rested his small, adorable face in my hair and sobbed. I didn't mind if he ruined my hair. I just need him.

Fuck... Thobias. Oops.

I nuzzled in his neck and rubbed Ethan's sides for a bit before I reluctantly pulled away.

"No..-"

I cupped his cheeks. "I have some business I need to take care of, sweetheart. I won't be gone for long, alright? And Lucian will be here to keep you safe. No need to worry."

His face dropped, and his bottom lip trembled. I sighed and rested my forehead against his. I gave a small kiss on his adorable cheek. The urge to kiss his soft lips... god.

I reluctantly let him go and stepped away. "... Lucian will be here in a few minutes. Just stay here, 'kay? I love you."

He just stared at the floor with an empty gaze. I sighed and kissed the crown of his head before I had to walk away with a heavy heart.

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I whistled as I made my way through the forest. I opened the shed door and grabbed a chair. As Thobias' eyes got used to the bright light, he frowned. I grinned and leaned back in the chair. I crossed my arms over my chest as I smiled happily.

"The hell are you smiling for.."

I smirked and shrugged casually.

"Me and Ethan finally got something in common."

He frowned, a hint of curiousness in his eyes. "Oh yeah? What?"

I hummed happily and closed my eyes as I thought about what happened earlier.

"We are both murderers."

Thobias' face dropped. I mean, come on. Everyone would be really fucking surprised, some wouldn't probably even believe it. That's understandable since Ethan is such a sweet boy. I just love babying him. God.

He's mine.

I snapped my head out of my thoughts and smirked at Thobias.

"Yeah. Me and Ethan just killed his mom and her boyfriend. It was really messy, but totally worth it. And aww... my poor baby. He's so depressed right now. And it's all your fucking fault why I can't be with him right now."

I was really in the mood to punch him, so I did. Thobias grunted in pain and let out a small whimper of fear.

I sighed and talked some more for a few minutes, catching up (breaking his heart with talking about how perfect Ethan is.) I feeded him some old ass apple and helped him drink some water. After that, I stood up and stretched my arms above my head, the joints in my back popping. I put the chair away and opened the sheddoor.

"I really should get that skeleton cleaned out..." I mumbled under my breath. I waved byebye at Thobias and Skelly before I locked the door and left

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I had texted Lucian to take Ethan to my apartment. When I pulled up and got out of my car, I already noticed Lucian's car. I quickly made my way inside and saw my poor traumatized baby watching Spongebob. I swear I'll baby him until I die.

"Is he doing better?" I asked Lucian.

"Sure. Just not talking." He answered as he shrugged slightly. I nodded and gave him a pat on his shoulder. I handed him money and thanked him for babysitting.

Lucian was the idiot who kicked the soccerball over the fence when we were in elementary school. I'm thankful for him since his dumbass accident led me to my love. Lucian is the only friend I kept around, and let myself get a teeny bit close to.

How did Lucian find out I was a murderer? He caught me in the act. And he seriously found it interesting. He's a weird one, man. But I'm greatful for him since he helps me with cleaning my murder scenes or babysitting Ethan. He's the only guy I could trust with my Ethan.

Lucian is a 6.0 feet tall guy with white long hair. He usually wears it in his signature ponytail with his black glasses. He's a geek, definitely. He's 23 because he got held back a class in Elementary school. L. Such a loser. Anyway, his style is old money sorta. I guess he's nice, even tho he doesn't show emotions. Fine by me. Emotions cost too much energy.

Lucian took the money and gave a small wave before he left. I walked over to Ethan and flopped down next to him.

"Hey baby."

".. Don't call me that." He said plainly.

Wow. It's like hearing a baby say his first words. Only difference? This is a 17 year old who says his first words after killing his abusive mother who tried to rape him. Not that much of a difference. He's still a little baby to me.

"Fine. Hey loser."

He ignored me and kept watching Spongebob. I sighed and watched along.

"You'll be staying with me for a long while. I'll get your belongings tomorrow."

He frowned and shook his head in protest. I stared at him since I have no fucking idea what the hell he means.

"Use your words."

"I don't want to live here." He said quietly.

I shrugged. "Bummer because you will. Do you want me to sleep on the couch, or can we share my bed?"

"I'm not staying."

I felt my irritation rising. This boy...

"You wanna stay in the house where 2 bodies are?"

His jaw clenched and I scoffed.

"I'll book a hotelroom."

I raised an eyebrow and let out an amused huff.

"You just lost the deal of me sleeping on the couch. We will definitely share a bed now."

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Ethan was laying on his back and I laid half-over him. I hugged him tight as my face was pressed into the side of his head. I smiled and closed my eyes as I tucked us in. This is how it's supposed to be. Just me and Ethan against the evil, dark world. Just us, in pyjamas, laying in comfort and cuddling. It's heaven.

Well, almost. It would've been a 10/10 if Ethan wasn't struggling and squirming underneath me, trying to find an escape.

I chuckled as I pressed a firm kiss in his neck. He did NOT like that and I whined as he slapped the top of my head.

I smiled as I successfully distracted him from the fact that he killed his mother.

This is perfect.

This is my Ethan. Happy and naïve, just how I love it.