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It was Friday, a rather boring one at that. At least that's what I was thinking as I stepped outside the bar, that I had spent the past few hours in. A cold breeze of fresh air hit my face and I inhaled it greedily. It didn't exactly smell nice in there, especially since it's mostly filled with gross men.
I began making my way through the dark alleyway, heading in the direction of my apartment, which luckily wasn't far from here, when I suddenly heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind me, followed by a few more. "Hey! Where do you think you're going, huh?"
I stopped in my tracks and turned around just to see one of those said creeps that kept harassing me earlier. I have to admit, I did accept the drinks he offered me. It's easy to exploit horny men and it's even easier to make their fragile little ego crumble, especially when they're drunk...
"I didn't buy you those damn drinks for nothing, I expect something in return, too!", he called out, clearly stumbling over his words from how intoxicated he was. There were four men in total, but the one speaking was definitely the most wasted one. No matter what they were planning, they wouldn't get away with it so easily.
I kept my hands in the pockets of my jacket, my hand wrapping around the handle of the dagger I carried with me at all times or at least on Fridays. Cause what they didn't quite know was... They were just where I wanted them. I couldn't hide the excited smile that was beginning to form on my face as one of the men, the tallest, took a step towards me and reached out his hand in an intent to grab me. They were the perfect victims for this night.
Though before I even could've reacted, there was blood shooting out of the place, where the man's arm should've been. 'Who was that?!' There must be someone else... a real threat? His cut off limb fell to the ground with a thump and he pressed his hand on the stump in a helpless attempt to stop the bleeding.
Suddenly, from the corners of my eye, I saw a tall figure emerging from the shadows, holding a scythe over their shoulder. Instinctively I backed away, my grip around the dagger tightened. I had completely blended out the horrible screams of the man with the missing arm and his blood, that was not only covering the floor, but also part of my clothes, which I gotta say, did piss me off. This person, whoever they were, stole my prey...
For a brief moment I thought this figure, which I now assumed to be male, was there to 'save me' as he completely ignored me when he rushed by me slicing both of the other guy's head off in one clean swift of his scythe. But the psychotic laughter he let out as the two lifeless bodies fell to the ground convinced me otherwise. Though now I finally did know one thing: He was just like me... killing for the thrill.
He turned his head towards me and I could see the excited shimmer in his eyes, like taking one's life was the biggest joy in the world. That's where me and him seemed to differ. Although I do like the thrill of seeing the lights go out in my victim's eyes, I prefer to target people who deserve it. I like killing people that harassed me, that'd be a danger to others. But this guy seems completely unhinged, just by the way he's standing there grinning at me like I was some sort of trophy, strains of black hair peaking through under the hood of his brown sweater. Another strange thing was the fact that his entire face and his hands were covered in bandages, whose color must've faded from a pearl white to a dirty beige and ,of course, were... stained with blood.
"You forgot one." I pointed at the drunkest one, who could barely lift himself off the ground to run for his life. I wasn't planning on showing this strange guy my cards just yet, but the way he reacted to my sentence surely confirmed my suspicions that he wasn't there to help me and I got even more careful.
"Don't think you're safe, darling, I'm just saving you for last", he answered, his voice deep and threatening. "Better yet, I'll give you a head start so I'll get to chase you. Please do cry and beg for your life~" His words were followed by uncontrollable cackling and he turned his attention towards the man on the ground, a huge grin still plastered on his face as he swung his scythe down right into his helpless victim's head.
Well, let's just say I didn't run, I didn't even hide. I just stood there and watched till he was done. Besides, I checked the area beforehand and there were no good options to hide and wait for the perfect moment to attack.
The killer turned around, seemingly expecting an empty alleyway in front of him, but his grin faded into a rather confused look as he saw me. "What's gotten into you, huh? So scared you can't even move anymore?" I held up the eye contact with him as he stepped closer to me and noticed that he had two different eye colors, one gold and one brown. It was interesting as I'd never seen a person with heterochromia in real life before. Maybe I'll rip his eyes from his corpse and take them home with me as a souvenir once I'm done with him...
I backed away a bit once he came even closer to me, making sure not to get in the radius of his scythe. This guy had a much larger range than me, but with a weapon as big and heavy as that he definitely wasn't as quick and agile, so I'd just have to wait for the right moment.
"What's up with you? Cat's got your tongue or something? That's no fun at all!" He rolled his eyes at me in annoyance and put the scythe over his shoulder again. This guy was seriously underestimating me and it would be the death of him. "Come on, show me some emotion, cry, scream, beg, anything!" - "You really think I'd be scared of you? I don't give two shits if you kill me honestly, though it would be pretty pathetic to die at the hands of someone like you.", I responded with a disgusted expression. The guy's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. Good, he's getting mad...
"Just to be clear, your death is gonna be extra painful now... unless you finally decide to show me some emotion... I bet crying would suit you very well." - "No thank you, I'd rather die a painful death then. Torture me for all I care." - "Alright then... I gave you a chance..." There it was, my chance. As he prepared to swing his scythe, I quickly dodged and pulled out the dagger from my jacket. The guy managed to react, so I couldn't land a clean hit, but I sliced open his side pretty nicely. His eyes widened and he held his side, blood soaking through his brown sweater and staining the bandages covering his hands. "So that's what you had up your sleeve huh... But now I know you can't surprise me anymore..." I was honestly impressed by how easily he picked up his weapon with just one hand. Physically he must be a lot stronger than me, but now that he's injured I might have the upper hand.
He charged at me again, aiming for my neck, but I ducked and tried to slice up his ankle, though this time he managed to dodge. "Not bad... this might even be interesting~" His mood lightened up again, a smile forming on his face, a less psychotic one even. "What do you mean by that?", I asked, bringing some distance between us again. "Well, you're the first one to be able to dodge my attacks and injure me as well... it only makes me want to kill you even more!" His voice nearly turned into an excited squeal towards the end of that sentence.
Though before either of us were able to make another move there was a loud bang coming from the other side of the alley. My eyes widened as I watched the guy that had just tried to kill me break down in front of me, holding his thigh with a pained expression. "Shit", I cursed and quickly crouched down behind a container that was standing on the side of the alleyway only a few steps away, but before I could hide, a second bullet, targeted at me this time, striped my arm and I gritted my teeth to not make a sound. I hated people viewing me as weak, so I kept quiet and just applied a bit of pressure to the wound.
I turned my head towards the killer that was just a bit away from me. 'Shit' I thought 'What the fuck should I do?' A third shot was fired at the killer and I quickly made a decision, a rather stupid one at that. I peeked around the corner of the container to see the shooter reload his gun and I quickly reacted, throwing my dagger at the man. 'Got it' I thought as the dagger pierced the man's skin and distracted him enough for me to grab the killers arm and drag him behind the container as well. Knives have always fascinated me. There was just something about them that was so beautiful to me that I wanted to learn how to use them, how to properly weaponize them. Ever since I murdered my first victim with a knife I got addicted to the rush of power that came with it. But don't get me wrong, my first kill wasn't exactly intended, it was self defense. I just ended up killing that guy in the process.
"The fuck are you doing?", he whispered, clearly confused. "It's no use to me if you die now... besides, it'd be stupid of you to kill me now", I explained and risked another peak at the man. He had dirty-blond hair and was wearing a white lab coat with bloody stains. I could tell from the expression on his face he was mad I injured him, but even more because I stole his target just now.
"Ohh Isaac, come on out now, won't you~", the strange guy said with a melodic voice. The killer next to me winced as he moved and gritted his teeth in anger. Isaac, so that's his name... "You know you can't run, not with two bullets in your legs!", the weirdo practically sang, followed by an insane cackle, though it still didn't quite come close to Isaac's one. I took a deep breath to concentrate and then looked back at the guy next to me. He was surprisingly serious as he returned my gaze and whispered: "I'll kill him, you get out of here" I shook my head and responded: "Not happening, I'll help you kill that bastard, you're heavily injured after all." - "Trust me, I've fought with worse injuries..." He groaned quietly as he grabbed his scythe and tried to get up. "Wait! let me give you an opening." I can't explain what suddenly got over me to think working together with a guy, who had just tried to kill me a moment before, was a good idea, but there was just something about him... I got mad, when our fight was interrupted and that only partly because someone nearly shot me, but mostly because the man shot him. He was my prey now. I wanted to be the one that killed him.
The guy fired two shots at the container we were hiding behind. He really seemed to like playing with his victims, just like the killer next to me did. I really did not want this to be the end of me, especially not dying to a weirdo like that, so I decided to give us an opening. As soon as I heard the guy's footsteps inching close enough to us, I quickly charged at him, expecting to have a bullet fired at me again, but instead the shooter froze and watched me. But his blank face turned into a bright grin only a moment later. "Gosh, those eyes, this look you're giving me, it's delicious! I want more, give me more of your expression!" Another one of those psychotic cackles followed as he dodged my attack, grabbed me by neck with a surprising strength and slammed me into the ground a chocked cry escaping my throat. Luckily this guy was distracted enough to forget about his gun at all and just kept his eyes locked with mine. That's when I realized how unusual his looked. One was normal, but the other one had two pupils as well as two irises. I've never seen such an anomaly before, though they didn't intrigue me like Isaac's did, they were rather appalling even.
He giggled as he pulled my dagger out of his flesh and held it against my throat. "Those beautiful eyes... I want them..." He repeated the 'I want them' part over and over like a mantra. I was desperately thinking of a plan to escape when suddenly, the toe of a scythe was rammed into the man's head with such force it split his skull in half. I quickly got up onto my feet again and my eyes met the different colored one's of the man that had just saved my life. To be honest, I wasn't sure whether to approach him and help him or to run away and leave him for dead.
Something about the fact that it wouldn't be me that killed him if I let him bleed out now bothered me, so I once again made a rather stupid decision and slowly got closer to him. "I owe you, let me help you with your wounds, I don't live far from here!" He raised an eyebrow in suspicion and he looked like he was trying to decide if he could trust me or not. "As I said, you saved my life, I owe you." After a bit of thinking he agreed with a simple 'Okay'.
As careful as I could, I put his arm around my shoulder to support his injured leg. "So your name is Isaac?" , I asked, trying to make some awkward small talk. "It's Zack, Zack Foster. Don't even think about calling me Isaac, alright?", he corrected and gave me a side eye as I told him my name. Zack nodded, signaling he understood and the rest of the walk was pretty quiet. It seemed like neither of us knew what to say, but it luckily didn't take long till we reached my house and I searched around for the keys in my purse. I quickly unlocked the front door once I found them and helped Zack inside. Honestly I was surprised he even let me help him without any complaints, since he seemed more like a guy that hated anyone that dares to think he needs it.
"Alright, that's my apartment. Make yourself a home", I said and looked up at the killer with a slight smile. Zack looked at me confused and leaned his head to the side a bit. "Why are you so nice to me? I just tried to kill you. To be honest, I'm itching to do it right now with how you're looking at me." - "Why'd you save my life back there then if you wanna see me dead that badly?", I asked with a raised eyebrow and watched as he looked away. "Because I want to be the one that kills you...", he responded slightly quieter like he was embarrassed to admit it. That sentence caught me off guard and he must've noticed my look from the way he reacted. "What?", he barked, his expression now more annoyed. "You really are just like me..." I assumed I caught him off guard as well, since his face turned shocked as well. "What do you mean by that?" - "Well we both like killing and looking at the victims expression while doing it and we both want to be the one that kills the other..." - "You want to kill me, too?" - "Obviously I do. I wouldn't have brought you here if I wanted you to simply bleed out." Zack's confused look turned into a smile, then he started to laugh, just a normal laugh. "We really are quite similar then."
"Alright, let's go to the bathroom and I'll fix you up then." Zack nodded and followed my lead without saying another word, until I asked him to sit down and wait, while I got my first aid kit. He did complain while I was disinfecting his wounds, but eventually shut up and just let me bandage him up. "There you go, another bandage added to the collection", I joked and analyzed a few of the other ones. It really seemed like his whole body was covered in them and I gotta admit, I'd like to ask why, but I don't want to be nosy, especially if it's something traumatic. "Yeah, I got a lot of 'em", he responded, but it did sound rather sad. Once I was done with the bullets in his leg I turned my attention towards his upper body where I had injured him. "Do you mind taking your hoodie off for a minute so I can take care of that?", I asked and pointed at his side. He hesitantly unzipped his jacket and took it off just to reveal his complete upper body was covered in bandages as well. I grew even more curious to know why he had them, but there was something else that surprised me. This guy was jacked. Even through all the bandages that were covering his body you could still clearly see his toned muscles. I was potentially staring for a bit too long, cause he grabbed my face to make me look at him, before he started speaking: "What are you looking at, huh? It's none of your business why I have those bandages, so just take care of the wound and done, alright?" I freed myself from his grip and nodded, before I turned my attention towards his side. Thank god, he just thought I was staring because of the bandages. The wound wasn't that deep, so I was done pretty quickly and he immediately put his jacket back on as I got up again.
"You should get some rest. I only have one bed, but the couch will do, too. It's pretty comfortable, ya know", I said as I threw away the bullets I had just removed from the guy's leg that previously tried to kill me. That thought sounded rather hilarious if you ask me. "Alright, sleeping on the couch is better than on the floor of a cold ass concrete building." He tried to get up, but stumbled and instinctively grabbed me to keep balance. When he realized, he immediately let go, looking away embarrassed and I had to reassure him that it wasn't a problem. He was lucky no one could see him blush under all those bandages.
With a little of my help, Zack made it to the living room and flopped down on the couch with a relieved sigh. "I'm gonna get ready for bed then. Goodnight, Zack! I trust you not to stab me while I'm sleeping, cause that'd definitely be too boring!" I laughed and he agreed "Oh it definitely would be. When I'm eventually gonna kill you, I want to see you cry!" - "You're so optimistic, Zack, but don't get your hopes up, I'm not that easy to kill." - "Yeah, yeah, goodnight, idiot." The killer closed his eyes and almost immediately blacked out. He looked a lot more peaceful like this, it was adorable and I carefully pulled a blanket over him, before I got ready for bed myself.
Even though I had a man in my apartment that intended to kill me, I slept a lot better than I usually would. As stupid as it sounded, I felt safer with him there... I didn't feel as alone anymore. After a few more minutes of enjoying the warmth and comfort of my bed, I lazily got up and went to the bathroom that's just across from my bedroom to get ready. Once I was done brushing my teeth and getting my bedhead under control, I hopped in the shower. While I was waiting for the water to reach the perfect temperature, I put on some music, before I stepped under the stream. The water felt great on my skin, but the sting when it hit the wound on my arm was a harsh reminder of the previous night. I'd have to put a new bandage on after this shower, but I just ignored the slight pain for now. I washed my hair and eventually zoned out, quietly humming along to the music.
Once I was done, I changed into some more comfortable clothes and went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I passed the couch on my way, but Zack wasn't there anymore. I looked around, but there was no sign of him, nor his scythe and I caught myself feeling a bit disappointed that he already left... I still had a question I wanted to ask him, besides, his company was kind of nice...
The weirdo from yesterday called him by his name, so they must've known each other. I needed to know more about that. Zack might be in danger if there are more guys like this and I can't let anyone get in my way...
I proceeded to make breakfast and got comfortable on the couch, grabbing my laptop. It was Saturday and I could freely continue writing the piece I'm working on right now. The ironic thing about my job was the kind of books I wrote: Thriller and also a little horror. I receive praise for my detailed and realistic work, when describing a murder or the mind of a psycho. Little do they know I have plenty of experience when it comes to that. After a few hours there was a knock on my front door and I got up to open it. "Zack?" The dark haired man entered my apartment without even asking, put his scythe to the side and let himself fall onto the couch just like last time. "Where have you been? I thought you just left." He shook his head and leaned back. "Nope, it's way too nice here for me to leave. I just went to the place I was staying at before, so I could get this.." He grabbed something from his pocket and held it up to show me. "A necklace?" I stepped over to him and inspected it a bit more closely. It had a few dark stains, which might be dried blood, but besides that it looked amazing. "It's really beautiful!" - "Well, I thought so, too, that's why I ripped it from that one girl's neck, before I killed her. It's pretty much the only thing I own, well besides the scythe and my clothes." He smiled proudly and handed it to me. "Thanks for letting me stay here", he said and looked away when I accepted it and smiled at him. "That's really nice of you." - "Yeah, don't get used to it, idiot", he mumbled and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. "Well, how long are you planning on staying?" Zack just shrugged as a response.
"Oh and I have one more question," I began and Zack opened one eye to look at me, "that guy yesterday, did you know each other? Since he called you by your name and stuff." - "Yeah, I knew Danny. We were in the same asylum. We weren't exactly friends and I did try to kill him once or twice. He must've escaped when the asylum burned down a few weeks ago." - "It burned down? Are there more of those psychos that you tried to kill once or twice?", I asked, trying to evaluate whether there was an actual threat for us or not. "Well there's that one bitch that's probably still alive I guess. The others should be dead though, at least Eddie definitely is, I killed that little bastard last week." - "Sounds like you have some enemies, don't you?" - "Of course I have enemies, I mean in a way, we're enemies, too. We wanna kill each other after all." I chuckled and sat down on the couch as well. "I guess that's true."
I put my laptop on my lap again and continued where I left off, while the nosy killer next to me watched what I was doing exactly. "What are you writing?", he asked, genuinely interested in my work. "It's a thriller about a detective that regularly sleepwalks. One day someone he knows is murdered and he has to solve the case. Here, do you wanna read it? it's almost done!" I shifted the display into his direction, but he just shook his head. "I can't read. Sounds interesting though." - "You cant read?" I probably looked more shocked than I intended to and he turned his head away from me with a pout. "So what? I don't need to be able to read anyways!" He crossed his arms in a petty manner like he'd been insulted. "Do you want me to read some of my books to you some time?" I asked with a smile and he turned his head towards me again. "Okay, but only because your voice is so nice to listen to... You're like the only person I can listen to without immediately wanting to chop their head off." - "Now, that's a compliment. I somehow like your company as well." I scrolled to the top of the document and began reading my novel to the killer, who'd scooched over to me a little. To my surprise he actually paid attention and his reactions were hilarious, though I didn't see the slight smile he gave me when making me laugh.
After a few chapters I felt something heavy on my shoulder and turned my head just to see an adorable Zack asleep leaning against me. How could someone like him look so utterly cute when he's sleeping? I carefully shut the laptop off and put it aside, before I leaned back, just letting the killer sleep. I do have to admit, it felt nice to lay there with him like this. Even though it was only about 4pm, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep as well. I guess I actually felt comfortable with Zack. I never really had a person I could relate to or felt safe with, but with him...
I woke up a few hours later and sat up with a yawn, before I realized where I was. I was laying in my bed. Did Zack... carry me to my bedroom and tuck me in? The thought of him carrying me made my cheeks heat up just a bit and I quickly shook my head to get that picture out of my head. What the fuck was this guy doing to me. It'd suit him more if he dragged me here by my foot and threw me into my bed, rather than carefully pick me up and lay me down. Could he even be gentle if he wanted to? He seemed like the guy to hurt you even when he didn't intend to. I looked at my phone to check the time: 7:37pm. I stretched a bit and got up to go to the bathroom. Once I brushed my hair I went to the living room again to look for Zack. He was still asleep on the couch, so I tried my best to be quiet as I made my way over to the kitchen to look for something I could eat for dinner. I sighed when I searched threw my entire fridge and didn't find anything I wanted, so I decided to do some grocery shopping. Besides, I'd have to make dinner for two tonight, so why not cook something nice today?
I made sure to grab my keys, wallet and phone and stepped outside, locking the door behind me again. I started heading to the nearest grocery store, which wasn't far away from my apartment, though I didn't notice a pair of devilish eyes, watching my every move from a distance. "Now, this is going to be interesting...", they whispered, too far away for me to hear...
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-Zack's POV-
I woke up from one of the best naps I've had in a while and looked around. I was still laying on her couch, but the house was suspiciously quiet... maybe she was still asleep. I carried her to her bedroom earlier, so she could sleep in peace, without me accidentally kicking her off the couch or something. I gotta admit, she looks pretty cute like that and I can't remember the last time, someone looking cute didn't make me itch to kill them. But with her...
I yawned and lazily got up from the couch. I passed her bedroom as I was walking to the bathroom. The door was open and I risked a peak inside, but her bed was empty. She must've left to go somewhere. My eyes narrowed as a few different scenarios shot through my head. Was she in danger? Surely not, she's surprisingly tough, she'll be fine. I tried to shake off this ugly feeling that something was wrong, but my gut told me to be careful. If anything happened to her...
Trying to distract myself I explored the apartment a little, though that got boring pretty quickly once I've seen everything, so I just sat down on the couch again and turned on the TV. It's been ages since I last had access to a TV and it wasn't a pleasant time. I didn't understand some of the dumb shit that was airing, but sometimes I managed to find something interesting like this time. It was a random movie and I kept it on, even though I didn't know what it was about, since I started watching in the middle of it, but it had some fights and lots of gore, which I obviously liked if done correctly.
(I'm changing the writing style for this scene, because I find it too confusing otherwise :) )
A while later I heard the door open and slam, followed by a loud thump. My senses immediately heightened and I rushed to the door, grabbing my scythe, ready to slaughter any intruder that dared to break into this apartment, but then I realized who it was. I dropped my scythe and got on my knees in front of the girl. Your condition made my heart ache and I could feel the rage boiling up inside me. You were badly injured and it looked like you had been beaten. There was blood soaking through your shirt on your right side and I lifted it up a bit just to see a deep flesh wound, which looked like it came from a knife. "Tell me what happened, idiot! Who the fuck did this to you?" I gritted my teeth at the sight in front of me. "Zack...", you managed and the look in your eyes made me even angrier. "I got away... she tried to kill me." You coughed between words and I tried to comfort you as much as I could by carefully pulling you onto my lap and holding you in a hopeless attempt to make you feel a little safer. "She said... something about 'sending you a message from Cathy Ward' I think she wanted to... send you my severed head or something... not very creative." That name alone was enough to make my blood boil, but seeing what that bitch did to my prey made me feel an emotion, stronger than I've ever felt. Without thinking I quickly picked you up and laid you down on the couch. "I'll kill that fucking bitch... No one gets away with hurting what's mine..." I growled and looked at your face once again. I couldn't risk leaving you behind. What if you bleed out while I'm gone? Fuck. Being torn between wanting to protect someone or to kill the person that hurt the one you want to protect was shitty, but I valued your life more. I had to make sure you were safe. I had to protect you.
"Ohh Isaac~" A seemingly sweet voice chanted behind me. My eyes widened and I turned around, but it was already too late. I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and my vision turned black.
When I woke up my vision was still blurry for the most part, but I could make out a few features of the bland room I was in. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through my body again and it cleared my head a little. Shit, I remember now... where are you? Panicked, I looked around and tried to move, but I realized I was completely tied up. Shit, shit, shit. I couldn't break free from the restraints. I inspected the room a bit more and it seemed to be an abandoned factory, bland and grey with cracks creeping their way into the walls.
"Zack..." I heard a familiar voice next to me and quickly turned my head, just to see my idiot tied up on a chair, just like me. Thank god you were still alive, but I had to get us out of here somehow. I tried even harder to break free from the chains that were binding my hands and feet to the chair, but it was no use. Cathy has always been good at shit like this. She loved playing with and torturing her victims even more than I did. I wouldn't put that much effort into it, but she gained pleasure from the pain others experienced.
"Well, well, well... look who's finally awake. Took you long enough, Zack." Cathy's voice echoed from across the room as her figure emerged from the shadows from the other side of the room with a big grin plastered on her face. "Now... let's play a game, sha'll we? I've been watching you for the past few days and I have to say it was quite amusing to see you two go from enemies to working together to kill Danny. Like some kind of twisted romance story. But I think you two should finish what you started..." The psychotic grin on her face grew when she saw your and my worried look. It was the first time I ever cared about someone other than myself and that must be amusing to her. I know that I didn't know you for long and my first intent was to kill you, but the time we spent together was enough to know that I'd changed my mind. Though I have no idea what this weird feeling in my chest is, I know I don't want to lose you.
"I even treated her wounds, so it'll be a little fairer. After all I don't want her to die before the show even started." She giggled and pulled out two daggers, placing them in front of either of us, before she returned back to a safer distance. She turned her head to the girl that was tied up next to me and smiled. "You might have noticed that I gave you something to speed up your healing earlier... well I also infused you with a little something else." - "What did you do to me?", your voice was shaking in anger and the ugly feeling in my gut grew even more. "Congratulations, you're my first test subject for the little potion I recently mixed... you'll do anything I'll ask you to." - "As if I'd take any orders from you. I'm not your fucking dog!" - "Oh, but you are!" Cathy whistled and I could see you space out like you've lost control over yourself.
Then Cathy pressed a button and the restraints freed my limbs from their grip. I quickly grabbed the dagger and charged at the psychotic woman, but she just chuckled as I held the blade up to her throat. "If you kill me, she'll never be herself again." I hesitated and she used the chance to yell your name with an order "Kill him!". She looked back at me with a giggle, before she explained: "I knew you wouldn't kill each other willingly... you're way too in love with her and it makes you weak, Zack." Love? What did Cathy mean by that? I'm pretty sure I'm not even capable of feeling something like that, I just figured this thing I felt was a simple obsession. I had to let go of Cathy when you attacked me from behind as I had to dodge. Even though you were injured, you were still quick as ever and I had to watch out if I wanted to end this a different way. "Idiot, what are you doing?", I whispered as you started another attack. Your eyes were so empty... there was no spark like there usually would be and it made my heart ache. I had to do something.
I called out your name in a hopeless attempt to stop you from continuously attacking me, but it was no use. It looked like you weren't in control over your own body and your only goal was to end my life, which mirrored in your precise attacks. This girl was seriously strong. If this wasn't a fight to the death I would've enjoyed it a lot, but I couldn't attack you myself. I couldn't risk injuring you or getting my throat slit, so I just kept dodging every of your tries. "Come on, Zack. It's boring if you just keep dodging. Attack her, injure her, kill her. Do what you were made to do!", Cathy said followed by a high-pitched cackle, which rung in my ears. "Do as I say or I'll force you to!" I gritted my teeth, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the girl in front of me, trying to kill me. "What the fuck do you even want, Cathy?", I barked back at her, before I finally managed to get a hold of you and disarm you, throwing the dagger somewhere to the side as I grabbed you and pulled you closer to me, trapping you in my arms in a helpless attempt to stop you. Even though I restrained your arms, you still tried to free yourself to attack me again. "Well, why not? I find it amusing to watch a coldblooded killer like you crumble and break." I started growing more hopeless with less and less ideas of ways out of this stupid situation. Fuck. I looked down into your eyes, when I saw something. They weren't as empty as just a moment before... It was a stupid thing to notice, but I loved looking into your hypnotizing eyes, that way I could make out every change in them. Suddenly you stopped struggling and looked back up into my eyes as well. Slowly they started to clear up and I felt a mere shimmer of hope. Maybe the little potion Cathy had injected you with would wear off quickly? Cathy did say you were her first test subject, so it might be flawed. So... I had a very stupid idea. "Don't kill me for this, alright idiot?", I mumbled before I let go of your arms and gently placed mine on your waist instead. I lowered my head down to be able to reach you and connected your lips with mine in a gentle kiss. As I said, I notice the little things about you and I saw your eyes clearing up quicker when you looked at me, so the one working brain cell in my mind had the grandiose idea to distract you with a kiss.
-Your POV-
It was like I woke up from a dream or more like a coma. I could see Zack's face like through a thick fog and my vision slowly started to clear up the more I looked at him. I never realized how handsome his features were, even with the bandages covering most of them, but the most mesmerizing were his eyes. I could look at them forever... When I first saw them I wanted to rip them out and take them with me as a souvenir, but now I'd rather take the guy that came with these eyes home with me. Weird, how much your opinion about a person can change in just a day. Wait a second... Where the fuck are we? My body didn't respond to my brain, but some things started coming back to me now. Cathy and the injection... Right, she wanted me to kill Zack. But I can't recall anything after that... She must have brainwashed me in some way.
My eyes were still locked with Zack's when he mumbled something. I couldn't hear his voice clearly, but he said something along the lines of me not killing him for what he was about to do and then I realized what he meant, when I could suddenly feel his lips on mine. Instinctively I closed my eyes and kissed him back and I had to admit... it felt really nice. But Zack pulled away again way too quickly and went after the woman that just made us fight like puppets. He must've noticed that she was trying to flee, so I was left standing there, not knowing what to do or how to react. What I did realize though, was that I had to help Zack, besides, I couldn't let him have all the fun.
I picked up the dagger that was laying a few steps away from me and followed after Zack, who managed to capture Cathy and keep her in place, restraining her while she was trying to free herself from his grip, without success though, which wasn't surprising, given how strong Zack was. "Let me go, bastard", she barked at the killer, but he obviously didn't budge. Instead he looked at me and a his lips formed into a smirk. "So, what do you want to do with her, huh?" - "As much as I want to see her dead, I think we should maybe make it a little bit more painful. What do you think?", I returned the questioned and looked at him with a sadistic grin. "I agree." He smiled and dragged the woman over to the two metal chairs me and him were chained to just a few minutes earlier. He sat her down and restrained her as well, so none of her pathetic attempts to escape were of any success. "I should've just used a fucking gun. You've changed Zack, but don't worry, you'll get bored eventually and kill her.", Cathy spat out. "You really should have. But too bad, you won't be alive to see if I finally kill her or not", Zack responded and held the blade up to her throat, though this time she wasn't able to defend herself. He hesitated though and slightly tilted his head as he looked at the psychotic woman. "No this is too boring... You should be begging for me to end it quickly." He pulled the dagger away and nodded in my direction. "I want to hear a detailed apology for everything you did to her." - "Fuck you, Isaac." That response was followed by a choked scream as Zack rammed the dagger into the woman's palm, blood starting to leak from the wound. Cathy gritted her teeth in anger and unthinkable pain as she looked at the both of us with pure hatred. "I said apologize.", Zack repeated, his voice cold and just as full of hatred as Cathy's eyes were. When she still didn't oblige, the killer slowly pulled out the dagger of the woman's flesh and stabbed her other palm with it, which earned another painful scream from her.
"Fine", she mumbled and looked at me, "I'm sorry. There you happy now?" - "Not good enough. You should be begging for forgiveness", he responded and looked at me. "Fine... I'm sorry... Please forgive me", The woman struggled with her words like her pride was hurt. Zack was about to land the next strike, but I held him back. "Hey, why should you have all the fun, huh?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he chuckled, gesturing me to go ahead. I placed my blade against the woman's fragile throat, though I didn't add enough pressure to break the skin. Instead, I let the dagger wander along her carotid up to her face and the fear on her face grew more and more. "Don't you dare to ruin my perfect face, got that?!", she screeched and I tilted my head to the side a bit. "Oh come on, why so serious?" I grabbed her face and placed the tip of the dagger on the corner of her mouth, beginning to slice it open, before I switched to the other side of her mouth, forming a big, bloody smile on her face. She squirmed and tried to free herself, but my grip only tightened. "There, much better!" I smiled at the look of horror on Cathy's face, deep red blood leaking from the wound as tears slowly started to form in her eyes. "You think she's had enough now? I'm getting bored", I said as I turned towards Zack and he agreed. "Well, I guess this is goodbye then, Cathy. Sweet dreams, bitch." With that I slammed the dagger into her neck. Seeing the lights go out in her eyes definitely made this one of my most satisfying kills. Revenge really is sweet.
After Cathy's body was disposed, Zack and I finally got back to my apartment and I honestly wasn't sure what to say to him. After everything was over I remembered what had happened between me and him earlier... I couldn't tell if he just kissed me to clear my head or because he actually liked me or maybe both. I opened the door to my apartment and stepped in, closing the door again once Zack entered as well. He'd been just as quiet as me and it seemed awkward, until he finally started speaking. "So... I'm sorry about the kiss, I just wanted to help you. Also all that shit Cathy said about love, well... I've never felt something like that before, but I get this weird feeling in my chest whenever I look at you or think about you. I can't tell what it is, but it feels nice... and it's crazy that I don't immediately want to kill you, when you smile or laugh." He stepped closer to me and placed his bandaged hand on my cheek as he looked down at me with this special desire in his eyes. "I just know that I can't stop thinking about you and kissing you, so... I'd really like to do it again if you let me..."
I just nodded as a response as I watched him getting closer to me, before I felt his lips on mine for the second time. I closed my eyes and gently kissed him back, but the kiss soon turned into a rougher one. Zack's other hand wandered along my side down to my waist and gave it a squeeze, before he pulled me even closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Fuck, I've known this guy for two days, but this just felt so damn right. Our lips only parted, so we could catch our breath and I looked into his eyes just to see them filled with lust as he returned my gaze. God, what was this guy doing to me? I could feel a shiver running down my back from the way he was looking at me.
We were both silent for a moment, before I made a suggestion: "Maybe we should take this a little further..."
Chapter Text
-smut warning-
A spark appeared in Zack's different colored eyes and his lips formed a devilish smirk as a response to my suggestion. Without hesitation he smashed his lips on mine once again and as soon as they touched, I felt myself melting into the kiss completely. In contrast to before, the killer was a lot more dominant now as he held me in an astonishingly tight grip, like he was afraid I'd run away if he let me go. When we parted I let my tongue run over his bottom lip and he took the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth, playing around with mine for a while, till we parted again.
Zack moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along my jaw, down to my collarbone, where he left a few small marks, before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of my neck, earning a surprised moan from me. I could feel his smirk against my skin as he heard the sound I let out, but he didn't bother to acknowledge it and just carried on with his actions, while his hand started exploring my body, wandering along my side, down to my hips and finally- to my thighs, which he gave a tight squeeze, resulting in another gasp from me. "You like it when I'm rough with you?~", he teased and licked alongside my carotid artery. "No, you just caught me off guard", I managed to come up with a reasonable excuse that didn't let me seem like a total masochist. "Oh, don't lie to me, idiot... I hate liars. Just admit you like it.", he countered with a smirk, as he looked me in the eyes again. "Fine- I do like it. Just shut up and continue, alright?", I responded and just got a laugh from him in return. "Don't get cocky now, that confidence won't last too long~" His words sent a shiver down my spine and something told me he was going to make sure of that, he was a man of his word after all.
Suddenly my feet were lifted off the ground and I gripped onto the killer to keep balance as he carried me to the bedroom, where he basically threw me down onto the bed and hovered over me. "I don't think I've told you before, but... you look beautiful." He gave me a genuine smile, which was pretty contagious. "You too, you know." I gently laid my hand against his cheek as I returned his gaze and I could see something change in his eyes, something primal. "That's it. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't even be able to think about anyone else ever again." His voice was deep and nearly sounded like a threat, but he did catch me off guard quite a bit, which was probably visible, judging by how warm my cheeks felt. He didn't even give me time to say anything in return as he reconnected our lips in a heated kiss that turned rougher by the moment.
He supported his weight with one hand next to my head, while his other one made it's way under my shirt, letting his fingers run over my skin and eventually up to my chest, cupping it harshly, though my sounds were muffled up by the kiss. The rough bandages were something I definitely wasn't used to, but it surprisingly wasn't as odd as I suspected. The killer broke the kiss, just to pull my shirt above my head and throw it somewhere to the side. His lustful eyes wandered over my body, inspecting it so closely it made me feel even more naked under his gaze, even though I was still wearing a bra. He reached into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a knife and for a split second, there was a wave of fear washing over my body. Was he actually gonna kill me now after everything that happened? It would've been pretty smart I give him that, but I did feel a certain ache in my chest at the thought of him betraying me. "Don't worry, idiot, I won't hurt you. If I wanted to kill you I would've done it earlier." Zack must've seen the confused look on my face, but his words were a relief to me. After all he was right. Why risk his life if he wanted to kill me anyways?
He carefully pressed the knife against my neck, making sure not to break the skin as he dragged it down over my chest and in one swift move, cut my bra in half. "Hey, that shit is expensive!", I berated him, but he just shrugged. "I'm not gonna waste my time trying to open that thing, they're harder to get off than breaking into a safe." The killer just received an eye roll in return, which made him pout in a petty manner. "You're lucky I can't stay mad at you, Zack." His mood immediately changed and a devilish smile formed on his face, before he leaned down and began massaging my breasts. "I'll make it up to you, I promise~" I let my fingers run through his hair and entangled them in his dark brown strains as he turned his attention to my right nipple, starting to suck and nibble on it, while still massaging the other one.
After a bit, he switched sides, obviously enjoying the quiet noises I let out. He wanted to hear more, wanted to hear me scream his name until even the neighbors knew who I belonged to. "Zack..." - "Yes, darling?" I smiled at the nickname he gave me. There was this giddy feeling in my stomach... like butterflies maybe. It was nice to hear Zack say something nice for once.
"I need more, please..." The grin that was plastered on the killer's face really gave away how excited he was. Sadistic piece of shit. "What do you want me to do then, hm? I'll do anything you want me to... you'll just have to ask nicely~" - "Fine... Please- touch me, Zack. I need to feel you inside me...", I managed and his smile only widened as I looked away, embarrassed. "Your wish is my command", he chuckled and turned his attention back to my body, leaving a trail of soft butterfly kisses on my stomach, till he reached my pants. He quickly pulled them off, together with my underwear, so I was laying under him, completely exposed. The killer was eyeing me like a predator watching his prey with such lust, it gave me goosebumps. "Fuck, you're so goddamn perfect", he whispered and inspected me closer. No mole or scar was left untouched by him and I noticed how much it fascinated him. He seemed to like those 'imperfections'. Maybe it had to do something with his bandages?
Eventually he moved down to my thighs, leaving kisses and a few marks everywhere, till he finally reached my core. I could feel his hot breath against my already soaking folds as he leaned down, letting his tongue explore my most sensitive area. He found my clit almost immediately, which did surprise me a bit as he didn't seem like the type of guy to have much experience when it came to sex, but I assumed he mostly paid attention to my body language. He focused on that special spot as he noticed how heavy my breath got, when his tongue made contact with it and I tugged on his hair as a response, which earned a deep groan from him.
Zack pulled away again, resulting in a whine from me, since I so badly wanted him to continue, but instead he started rubbing my clit with his fingers, the sudden contact making me arch my back a little. He moved his fingers further down and slowly pushed two of them in, curling them inside and starting a scissoring motion, while his tongue found it's way to my sweet spot once again. The sensation made me claw my fingers into the killer's hair and I let out a louder moan, which felt like a reward for Zack, but that obviously wasn't enough for him, so he picked up a slightly faster pace with his fingers, making sure to reach different spots to check which one made me moan the loudest.
Because of all these different sensations he was giving me, it didn't take long until I felt a knot building up as he brought me further and further towards the edge. My breathing got heavier and I let out a few moans now and then to assure Zack how much I was enjoying this. "Fuck, Zack... I'm close." He just continued on with his actions, till he finally pushed me over the edge, my back arching as a loud cry of his name escaped my lips. Hearing his name out of my mouth like that just made him want me even more. He worked me through the orgasm, slowing down his movements, before he stopped entirely and slowly pulled his fingers out again.
"God, I can't wait much longer. I fucking crave you" Zack quickly stripped himself of his hoodie and pants, till he was only in his boxers. His whole body really was covered in those bandages and I sat up to inspect them closer. It was only fair if I got to look at his body as closely as he got to look at mine. I let my hands wander over his shoulders, resting them on his chest and looked into his eyes. For a moment I was captured in them, they really were beautiful. "I just want you to know... I like you and nothing you might see as an imperfection or yours could make me like you any less... It's fine if you don't want to show me what you look like, but just know that it won't change anything, okay?" His gaze visibly softened and his hand reached up to cup my cheek. "I don't think you'll like what you'll see if I take the bandages off... You'll hate it. I look like a fucking monster." The last words he spoke were quiet and filled with sadness. "I promise you I won't, Zack, seriously. I do not care what you look like!", I tried to convince him, but he wouldn't budge. "No, what if you're not attracted to me anymore then..." The hopeless look he gave me really broke my heart and I tried to reassure him once again that that would never be the case. I could clearly make out his features, enough to tell that he definitely was handsome, at least to me. "Zack, you just made me cum like it was nothing, you really think I'd give up on countless amazing orgasms, because of something like that?" The killer pouted and I could tell he didn't want to discuss this any longer, so I obliged. "It's okay, let's not talk about this right now, alright?", I suggested and he nodded as a response, showing me a small smile.
Apparently Zack just wanted to go back to having sex, judging by the desperate look he gave me as he carefully pushed me back down onto the comfortable mattress. He freed himself of his boxers as well and crawled on top of me again. I wasn't sure whether I should look a little further down or not, but I have to admit... the curiosity was getting to me, so my eyes wandered over his body down to his- "Oh shit, I did not expect that", I whispered and he followed my eyes with a confused look on his face. "What? Something wrong?" - "No, no, it's just... very impressive." I gulped and my eyes met his again, where I was, of course, greeted by a devilish smirk. "Impressive?" He chuckled and leaned down to leave a few soft kisses on my neck.
Instead of answering I reached over to the drawer of my bedside table and grabbed a few condoms that I then handed to Zack. "You know, just to make sure." He nodded and took them without any complaints, opening one of them right away. I've heard of some men trying argue that it felt better without it or that they have a 'great pull out game', which was honestly ridiculous to me, so I was glad Zack didn't think like that. I watched him roll the rubber into his cock and I had to squeeze my thighs shut to relieve some of this aching desire I was feeling. Fuck, just the thought of this man fucking me relentlessly, was enough to make me crave him even more. I wanted him, I needed him.
"You ready, darling?", He asked and I internally wanted to scream at him to fuck me already, but I just nodded instead and opened my legs to let him access my body fully. "God, please hurry up, I can't wait..." My request was followed by a chuckle as the killer positioned himself and gently pushed the first few inches inside. "As you wish, my dear." Without a further warning he thrust the rest of his length deep into my core, making me nearly scream his name. "That's a good girl, let the neighbors know who you belong to~" He began moving his hips in a rather gentle rhythm, which I did appreciate as I still had to get used to this man's size. "Fuck, I never thought it would feel this fucking good...", Zack admitted, followed by a deep groan. He soon picked up a faster pace and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
What did surprise me though was, how vocal Zack actually was in bed, but I loved it, I loved knowing that he enjoyed this just as much as I did, because it felt fucking amazing. He closed his eyes and it seemed like he got lost in the pleasure completely from how rough his thrusts suddenly got. I clawed my fingernails into his back as I let out more and more moans and cries. His name left my lips like a mantra I assumed that just riled him up even more, like he had the urge to own me entirely and make sure no one ever pleasured me as much as he did. He was pounding into me with such force, I feared I was gonna break eventually, but that was a risk I'm willing to take. This man was seriously able to turn me into a moaning mess just from the way he touched me, the way he fucked me.
The pleasure suddenly multiplied when I felt his thumb on my clit, rubbing it gently in contrast to his rough thrusts. My breath became heavy as I could feel another orgasm inching closer and closer, my back arching and my nails digging into the killer's skin as I finally came, tightening around his cock. "Fuck~", Zack let out and a few more thrusts pushed him over the edge as well, riding out his orgasm with a much slower rhythm. He rested his head on my shoulder in an attempt to catch his breath a little and I did the same, pulling him as close as humanly possible.
Slowly he pulled out again and tied off the condom tossing it to the trash, before he grabbed the next one. I somehow managed to calm my breath a little and tried to decide whether this man was actually going to break me tonight or if I'd get out of this alive. "Fuck, I've never felt this good in my entire life", I managed with the voice I still had left, after all this man just made me scream. "Me neither... You're just too damn amazing. I just want to ravage every single fucking inch of your perfect body, so you know you're mine forever...", he responded as he put on the second condom and leaned over me again. "Please do, Zack, seriously." - "Careful what you wish for. I can barely control myself with you... But I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I fuck you any harder" He placed a gentle kiss on my lips, which I greedily returned, pulling him closer to me again. "It's okay... I want you to fuck me till I won't be able to walk properly anymore~" The killer gulped and hesitated, but he agreed. "If you tell me to stop, I'll stop immediately, okay?" I nodded and captured his lips in another romantic kiss, while Zack didn't waste any time and pushed himself inside my core once more.
This time it didn't take him as long till he reached the rough pace from before, but he still managed to focus on my clit while basically rearranging my insides. My eyes rolled back as I let myself go, completely at the killer's mercy, just leaning into the overwhelming pleasure I received. The way Zack relentlessly slammed into me over and over again made me nearly lose my grip on reality and I just wanted to stay in this moment forever, not focusing on anything but Zack. "Fuck~ how are you so damn good at this?", I managed between a few choked moans, but I didn't get a response. When I first met this guy, who would've thought that he'd be fucking my brains out two days later.
It didn't take long until I reached my third orgasm of the day, but to my surprise or rather shock, Zack wasn't quite done yet. Even after riding out his own high, he went straight for a third condom, putting it on, before he suddenly grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely keep myself up, but his firm grip on my hips gifted me a little support as he started thrusting into me once more. I rested my head on a pillow, gripping it tightly as his pace turned rougher and rougher. Tears started forming in the corners of my eyes from all the overstimulation, but it just felt way too good to stop.
I let out a choked moan as I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my ass. Zack had probably slapped me hard enough for it to leave a bright red print of his hand. He must've liked the sound that escaped my throat, when he spanked me, because he did it again and again, the tears in my eyes now starting to roll down my cheeks as I desperately tried to keep myself up. Zack leaned his head back and closed his eyes, seemingly forgetting everything around us, while he was pounding into me like his life depended on it. "Zack, fuck~", I cried out as the killer got a hold of my hair and pulled it harshly. I could only focus on this incredible pleasure this man was giving me as he slammed into me without any mercy, though I did ask him to after all.
After a while I could feel this familiar sensation burning up in my stomach and I bit into the pillow I was holding in a deathly grip, but once Zack realized it muffled up my sweet moans, he yanked my head back up by my hair, just so he'd be able to hear me scream his name when I'd finally cum. He needed me to cum first, before he'd allow himself to feel that high as well. My name escaped his throat and it sent shivers down my spine... now I knew why he liked it so much when I said his name. "Zack, I'm so goddamn close, please... don't stop", I cried out and he leaned down to my ear "I wouldn't dream of ever stopping, before you're a moaning, crying mess~" His voice was deep and echoed in my head. "Fuck, yes... I'm gonna-" Before I could even finish my sentence the knot in my stomach exploded and a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over my body. I could feel Zack reach his orgasm at the same moment as I did and proceeded to let us ride out our shared high, before he stopped his movements entirely.
He slowly pulled out again and disposed of the protection, before he laid down on the bed beside me with his head turned in my direction. He noticed the tears on my cheek and his loving look turned into a worried one. "I'm sorry... Did I go too far?", he asked and wiped the tears away with his thumb. I cupped his cheeks and gave him a quick kiss, before I responded. "Don't worry, alright? I loved every second of it... Though I do think it's sweet that you care." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me. "You're really the only person I care about and I'd kill anyone that dares to lay a finger on you." - "You're the only person I care about you, too... and I'd also kill anyone for you." I chuckled and left a few soft kisses on the killers face, making him smile. It's hard to believe how his smile changed from a psychotic grin to a genuine, loving smile whenever he looked at me.
"We should really get cleaned up now though, shouldn't we?", I suggested and Zack agreed, before he swiftly picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. "I'd run you a bath if I knew how to..." The man looked around the room for something that might belong in a bath and well the gesture was sweet, but I had to give him a whole lot of instructions. When the bath was finally ready, he gently lowered me down into the water and I let out a relieved sigh, when the warm water touched my skin. "Just call me when you're done and I'll get you, alright?" After a while I was done relaxing in the water and honestly just wanted to be in Zack's arms again, so I called out his name and he came sprinting like he'd been waiting for me to get out. He lifted me out of the water again and sat me down on the edge of the tub. "I could've probably gotten out on my own, but I love it when you carry me." - "Well I could carry you all day long if that's what you want, idiot." He chuckled and wrapped a towel around my shoulders, so I could dry myself off.
I carefully stood up and wrapped the towel around myself. My legs were still shaking, but not to an extent I wouldn't be able to walk anymore. "You know, we should go buy some clothes for you tomorrow, can't have you wearing the same stuff everyday. I do have some very oversized clothes you could borrow." - "I already looked through your closet and found something my size, I was bored as shit." - "Of course you did, you probably went through every cabinet, didn't you?" It was more an accusation than a question, but Zack didn't quite pick up on that and just shrugged. "Duh, what else should I do, when you're not around?", he countered and I just shook my head. "Anyways, I'm pretty tired, we should probably go to bed", I said, followed by a yawn. Before I could react, the killer picked me up again and headed back to the bedroom, where he put me down on the bed, which, to my surprise, was even made. He then handed me a shirt to wear and flopped down on the bed beside me. "You don't wanna get dressed?", I asked with an eyebrow raised and he just shook his head. "Nope!" He watched me as I put on the shirt he'd handed me and laid down, facing him.
After Zack pulled the blanket over both of us and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close to his chest and resting his chin on my head. "Just sleep now, idiot." - "You know I liked it better when you called me 'darling'." I looked up at him, but he avoided eye contact out of embarrassment. "Whatever, darling..." He finally looked back into my eyes and I gave him a soft smile, which he returned, followed by another kiss on my forehead. "I honestly can't believe how we went from trying to kill each other to cuddling", I said with a chuckle and Zack agreed. "I can't believe I can like someone as much as I like you..." He pulled me even closer to him and basically trapped me in his arms. "Me neither... I like you a lot." I closed my eyes and snuggled against him, so I couldn't see the excited smile that was plastered on his face, but I could hear his heart racing in his chest, which made me smile just as much. "Goodnight, Zack.." - "Goodnight, darling."