"And what are you going to do with them after you kill them?" Leon asked, his fists were clenched tightly. "I sell them of course!" Mason said, as if it was the most obvious thing. Leon resisted the urge to write down his name on the slip of paper and let Thatcher kill him but instead nodded as if he knew that.
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“Leon,” Thatcher hissed quietly. This was taking way too long. They found the man who was killing Leon’s friends. Why weren’t they killing him yet?
"We can kill him now," Leon whispered back while glaring at Charles one last time. They had gotten all the information they could about siren hunters and he killed his friend.
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Thatcher took out the slip of paper and a pen, sticking it out at Leon. “Please sign..” he said. He kept his eyes on Clarles, just incase he would think of trying anything.
Leon took the slip of paper and quickly wrote down Charles' name. Charles quickly realized what Leon was doing and tried to lunge at him, forgetting the fact that Thatcher was there.
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Thatcher’s scythe had appeared just a split moment before, and it ended up impaling through Charles’ stomach. He threw him to the ground using it before ripping it from his chest and slicing him again, this time across the throat.
Leon quickly looked away while playing with the hem of his shirt. He had promised his parents he wouldn't kill anyone for a selfish reason yet here he was, killing people for a selfish reason.
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The scythe seemed to shift into a tendril of shadows after Thatcher was done, and it slid back up his arm to where his tattoo was. He looked over at Leon, adjusting his trench coat collar. “I am done, thank you for allowing me to do that.”
"You're welcome, I can drop you off at your hotel if you want me to." Leon offered, glancing at Charles and quickly looking away. He started his motorcycle and put in the directions to his house on his phone, then he put it in a secure place.
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“Drop me off? You just bound me to yourself, and I killed a hunter. They’re going to find out who it was, and more are going to come after you. I’ll stay with you,” Thatcher simply said with a frown.
"……I forgot about that," Leon said, realizing how many people might try to kill them now. "Okay then, you should first check out at the hotel though." He said, taking out his phone so he could put in the address of the hotel.
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“Right,” Thatcher said with a nod. “I should be okay to go back on my own, now. Unless you want me to ride on the motorcycle,” he added with an arched brow.
Leon quickly blushed and looked away. "Okay then, you can come to my house after you check out at the hotel," Leon said, quickly putting his phone in a secure place and driving off to his house.
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Thatcher gave a nod in response, shifting and heading back to the motel. After around a half an hour or so, he was letting himself into Leon’s house. “Do you have a place where I can wash my coat?” He asked upon arrival.
Leon was on the couch with his laptop of his lap, earbuds plugged in, and he took out one earbud. "Yea, there's a washer near the guest bedroom and what happened this time?" He glanced at Thatcher and went back to what he was doing on his laptop.
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“Nothing, I just got Charles’ blood on it,” Thatcher answered, walking away to put his trench coat into the washer and starting it. He came back into the room, a few old scars and his tattoo now visible on his arms. He sat down on the floor in front of the couch, which looked a bit funny considering how tall he was. But he wouldn’t just sit down somewhere, he hadn’t been formally invited to do so. “What are you doing?”
Leon looked at Thatcher again. "Why are you standing there?" Leon asked, looking at his laptop screen and scrolling through the news. He was looking at news, something he rarely did, to see if the world realized Charles was dead or not.
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“It would be rude for me to sit on your furniture uninvited..” Thatcher said, looking at Leon, then back to the screen. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning forward with his chin resting on his palm.
"It's fine, you can sit on the furniture if you want," Leon said. "And apparently the world doesn't know Charles is dead yet," He added, still looking through the news to double check if what he said was true or not.
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Thatcher pushed to his feet, sitting on the couch next to Leon. “It’s probably too soon for anyone to know. They will find out eventually, and it will be obvious that the man was murdered. The both of us will most likely be reported to the police by Mason,” he said.
"But what evidence would Mason have to report on us?" Leon asked, blushing slightly at how close they were. He took out both of his earbuds and put them next to him, still scrolling through the news.
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“We were two mysterious males asking about siren hunters, then no more than an hour later, the body of a siren hunter is mutilated. Seems like a good bit of evidence to me,” Thatcher answered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his back slouched slightly.
"Okay then, makes sense, and now we probably can't leave the house without being recognized because of Mason," Leon said, shutting down his laptop. (I'm srry, for the one-liner)
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(It’s all good)
Thatcher frowned to himself as he nodded his head slowly. He glanced at the shut off laptop before looking at Leon. “Do you have anything to drink?” He asked. Though he didn’t need to eat or drink, he did sometimes, just to pass the time.
"Yep, what would you like?" Leon asked, quickly standing up and going into his kitchen. He opened his fridge and took out a bottle of water for himself then looked around to try and find where his other drinks were.
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“Water should do,” Thatcher answered, looking over to watch Leon. It was growing later in the day, and he wondered if Leon was tired. He didn’t need sleep, so he then wondered what he would do all night. At times, he would have gone out and reaped or helped if a name popped up. But a name wouldn’t pop up because he was bound to Leon. His lips pursed as he turned back to face straight ahead, hands folded in his lap again.
"Okay then," Leon said, taking out another water bottle and closing his fridge. He went over to the couch and gave Thatcher his bottle while he opened his own and took a sip.
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Thatcher thanked Leon, opening the bottle and taking a long drink. He closed the bottle, setting it down on his lap. “Do you need to sleep?” He asked, observing Leon closely.
(srry about that, my dad's flight got cancelled and he had to use my laptop for work)
"Yea, I only need a few hours of sleep," Leon answered, smiling at Thatcher and glancing at the clock. "So, what do you want to do?" He asked as he glanced around his house, thinking of things they could do to pass time.
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(That’s okay)
“Shouldn’t you go to sleep then, if you need it?” Thatcher asked with a light frown. He almost seemed concerned for Leon. He didn’t know how much sleep people should get, so he wanted to make sure that Leon was getting enough sleep.
