{{Alone with a Killer}} Zombie_In_A_Box & Ciel {{Private}} 18+

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{{Alone with A Killer}}

 

After years of killings, red stains a ghost-town with the blood of it's last victim. Yet, on single man still remains standing as the barren, cold winter front comes forward. As snow swirls and dances through the air, one chilly night, a murderer meets the last person in the town he had slaughtered.

 

 

 

Hannes Köhler

 

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Ezekiel Fernandes

 

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Soft steps were now echoing in the deadly silence of the village. Drop by drop, crimson red blood fell down on the snow, mixing to create a wonderful red color. He'd always liked the color of blood... The young male slowly pushed his sword into the sheath and let out a sigh, watching how a small cloud of mist formed and immediately disappeared in the cold air of this deadly winter day. Now was about time to find himself something to eat... That was how he lived. He travelled from city to city, collecting all of the good things and killing all civilians.

 

He wanted something warm... The man stepped over a brutally murdered body of a young girl and walked into a shop. Ah, open... Easier for him. Ezekiel's face remained emotionless as he found himself some tea and made a whole cup. He wasn't scared of police coming here... He'd killed the local ones first, and all of the telephone lines were cut. He always did that before his killing spree. As the man sat down, he kicked away a dead body laying next to his feet. He didn't ever bother to hide them either. Sometimes he sticked around just to see the reactions of people who found this place...

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Pitter patter, pitter patter....

 

Chilly winter winds wrapped themselves around winding trees throughout the barren little wasteland in a December evening. Flecks of white whispers danced through the air, as if this little town hadn't been decimated. Nearly Christmas Eve and not a carol could be heard for miles. Bells jingled softly as wind washed through them, though there was nobody who owned them. Not even the sound of a happy, squealing child awaiting a gift could be heard echoing through the quaint little town.

 

And Hannes was alright with that, surprisingly. The eerie, dreadful thought that the serial character that had been decapitating and mauling every person he sees actually killed off the last family… it was nice.

 

Hannes lived in a house in the center of town. Now, despite living in the town, he never really was seen going in or out of his house. The lights usually were never on, and no smoke really came from the chimney. He wasn’t one of the people who were going to make the mistake of stepping out of the house at the wrong time. His plan was to catch the killer… and maybe teach him a bit of a lesson. Not kill him… though some sort of lesson would suffice.

 

It wasn’t like he had a telephone; all of the wires in the town were sliced. He couldn’t call for help. So what was a better hobby than trying to catch the murderer who had slaughtered everyone around you?

 

Glancing at the blood-splattered windows that his house bared, he let out a soft huff, his breath coming out as white mist. The cold made his nose turn the slightest bit pink and put a bit of color in his cheeks. His lips were chapped blue… though, he did have a nice, warm cup of tea to satisfy his freezing, quivering lips. With each sip, he let out a rather delighted sigh.

 

He wasn’t particularly scared. He heard the last child in the town get killed; and young girl, one named Lenz. She was in one of the higher-class families who had hired body-guards; he presumed they were dead as well. Though, the last sound total that he heard was the sound of feet crunching in the snow, making their way towards the shop. That was where he presumed the killer was.

 

Hannes decided to wait it out; he’d find the killer.

 

 

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Cold blue eyes slowly closed as Ezekiel relaxed in the chair of an empty cafe. The hot cup of tea felt nice in his hands... He was human too, even if he killed others. Some of the times it was for fun, others it was as a request from someone else. He didn't necessarily kill the whole town - sometimes just one person, or a single family, but... It was the most fun if he could kill them all. Watching how his blade sliced through their bodies, hearing their screams and smelling their blood - that was Ezekiel's life from the moment he killed the first one. The first one, who happened to be his mother. Back then, it was and accident... He was startled when his mom came home sooner than he'd expected and decided to scare him a bit. He fought back with a knife without realizing it was his own mother until the moment her body dropped down, lifeless.

 

That was when he ran away from home... From his family, if he could even call them like this. Most obvious reason was because he didn't want to face his father after killing his wife, but also... He enjoyed it. He enjoyed the pain he caused... For a ten year old, wishes were everything. If he wanted or liked something, he got it. Always. So, from then, his cold life began... Travelling from town to town,he offered himself to kill someone in exchange for money and a place to stay. Most of the time he only got his money, though... So he began carrying around a simple tent. He had enough supplies to make food and clean water, and he took various things from the towns he'd slaughtered. It was a rather easy thing to do when everyone was dead.

 

When Ezekiel was done with his tea, he grabbed himself a cinnamon bun - yes, something as simple as that - and began walking out. He'd go around through the houses and see if there was anything valuable there. Most of the time he collected some money and golden or silver stuff to sell in the black market. Everyone loved shiny things... Just like crows. Black Market was where he got most of his customers, too. Some betrayed him - and died afterwards themselves. He was called the Silent Crimson. He worked fast and quietly, always leaving a lot of blood behind him. It was no wonder where the name came from.

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Letting out a rather quiet sigh, seeing the white mist from his mouth coming out due to the cold, the man stood up. Hannes wasn’t really feeling up to sitting on the chilly wooden floor that made him feel uncomfortably numb. Stretching slightly, he put his pistol in his pocket, and his throwing knives in the other. Throwing knives were good for long distance so to speak… they were decent if you got really up close to slash someone’s throat. But still, he thought they were good as a back-up if he ran out of bullets. He felt determined to find this murderer and maybe show the man a taste of his own medicine. Stretching, he grasped some rope and put the bundle into his hoodie-pocket. He was almost positive if the other male wouldn’t go down without some sort of fight.

 

Quietly, he walked over towards his door, finishing his tea and placing the cup on the counter. Opening his door, it made a rather annoying creaking sound in the dead silence that this nearly barren town offered. His dark blue eye glanced around. His other eyes laid beneath his hair. Glancing around, he noticed that there was nobody…living walking around. Just corpses scattered everywhere, that would be rotting if they weren’t frozen solid, their eyelids frozen open, glazed, dead orbs were staring emptily at him as he tread through the high snow.

 

This man was known as the “Silent Crimson”, and although he found the name ridiculous, he inhaled heavily and breathed out. He found little pet names like that stupid.. they were just murderers. They didn’t deserve a name or any news about them, the people killed deserved to be more so remembered than the killer themselves. He found it idiotic that more people remembered the killer than they did the innocent victims who lost their lives to a greedy, selfish, manipulative bastard.

 

 

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In the silence of the dead town, even while quite far away, Ezekiel managed to catch the sound of the creaking door. Immediately, the cinnamon roll was dropped down onto the ground, he fixed his mask and readied his sword, taking it back into his hand. Apparently he'd missed someone.. Oh well, that could be fixed easily. One slash was all he needed to kill... Be it to get rid of his prey's head, to slash his stomach and abdomen or simply slice him in half. This sword was quite new, too... He could be sure it would get the hit correctly.

 

Ezekiel began walking towards where he heard the sound until he reached the center of the town. There was one person standing. How?.. The blue-eyed male frowned behind his mask as he hit behind a house, quietly observing the dark-haired male. He had to sneak up to him somehow... He had to kill him as well. The short guy let out a soft breath, this time mist not coming thanks to the bandages covering his mouth. This way he kept his identity secret, without anyone realizing who he really was... Even if he murdered with the same appearance, once he changed his clothing and took off his mask, no one could tell it was the Silent Crimson.

 

His blue eyes narrowed slightly as he continued observing the human. If he got a bit closer, he may be able to slash his head off without much trouble... The white-haired male stedied his stance and lowered his sword a bit so it wouldn't catch a ray of sun and give out his location. He would stay quiet and finish his job properly. He had to do that much... He wanted to do that much. He wouldn't feel completely satisfied until he killed this guy off as well.

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Hannes simply decided that he’d just stand there. He wasn’t going to move. He was just going to stand there, and wait. His black hair ruffled the slightest bit as a chilly winter wind brushed though his hair with ease, loose strands folding in a new way, revealing his other eye. He decided it was the best idea, so he could hear what direction the other was coming from. Parting his lips the slightest bit, he glanced around. White mist came from his mouth as he waited rather patiently, his mind solely focused on the noises and sights around him. He was rather determined. He wouldn’t go down… without a fight, that is.

Hannes wasn’t exactly in it for the terms of “revenge”… more so what he called “justice”. A twisted form of justice. Although the principles of it, Hannes didn’t really agree with, he did have his own sense of the term “justice”. To him, political justice was just a bunch of principles made by those who have power to get what they desire. His form of “justice”…well, that would just unfold shortly, if this all went the way that he wanted it to.

 

 

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A soft 'tch' came from Ezekiel's hidden mouth. The man wasn't moving. Why? Did he know he would get killed if he did? The short male let out a soft sigh as he moved away without making any sound. He could try to change the tactic. He put his sword away and took off his mask, revealing his smooth, milky skin and big blue eyes. The boy put on the most scared expression he could muster as he ran out, panting as if he'd run a long time already. Truth was, there was still a small blad hidden in his pocket.

 

His eyes filled with tears when he saw Hannes. The murdered quickly ran towards him, his expression as honest as could be. Eyes filled with fear and tears, his hands clenched into fists by his sides, the boy choked down a sob. "E-Everyone is..." He muttered between quiet sobs. Yes, acting was a skill needed in his job. And he'd mastered it completely in his years of murdering everyone. As his shoulders shook, the boy stared at the ground and snow at his feet. "We..." He seemed as if he was trying to say something, but failed. Another sob left his mouth as tears rolled down his face. As long as he succeeded on his act, he didn't care what he would have to do.

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Hannes huffed quietly as he heard the footsteps, the ones that sounded like they were of a small child… it was the killer. He knew that. When he looked… he could tell, though he wasn’t going to make that apparent at first. There was nobody left that was alive in this town. The last family that was alive was home to two adults, and three little girls… and that child definitely didn’t look like a little girl to him. He wasn’t particularly stupid. He wouldn’t come out here and fall for some killer’s stupid trick. He had made smart moves up until this very point, which avoided getting killed. Carefully, he slipped one of the knives into the sleeve of his hoodie, knowing that he was probably going to need it.

 

Putting on a rather small smile, he pulled up his rather heavy, layered scarf around his neck and adjusted his hat the slightest bit. Turning around to face the little “boy”, he felt a sickening feeling in his gut. This man was disgusting… a vermin… a disgrace to mankind. A greedy bastard who’s hobby was the mar the flesh of other humans for his own pleasure. Hannes didn’t like those kind of people. And yet he didn’t find sympathy for the other. But yet again, he never felt sympathy for anyone, really. He was a cold man, who never really tended to display how he felt. He could be violent, but in a tactical manner. He only acted aggressively if needed to. Despite the fact that he seemed like a rather…naïve man, at least when it came to looks, he was actually rather intelligent. If he wasn’t smart, he wouldn’t have lived this long, now would he?

 

Staring at the little “child”, he didn’t really say anything, just looked at him through the one eye that wasn’t covered. The truth being… that his other eye that was hidden was just a glass eye. He had his eye gouged out as a teenager by someone, who was at the time, similar to the Silent Crimson. Now, he didn’t blame the Silent Crimson for this… though he did blame the Silent Crimson for all of this dumb shit that he decided to do. He hated this man…. He might have his own reasons. But in the end, it all boiled down to the fact that the other loved doing it. If they hated it so much, they would find a way to stop doing it. He wasn’t specifically “hurt” by the fact that the other killed these people… these people were hardly even associated with Hannes. It didn’t really affect him… though it did affect the world around him. That kid killed could have been a parent to the next ruler, that doctor could have found the cure for AIDS, and yet… this man eliminated any chance of that happening. And that is what Hannes hated the most.

 

The rather lithe man didn’t bend down to comfort the tiny male… he didn’t particularly want to comfort him, actually. He just smiled at the other. Though it took all of his restraint not to just try and kill him then and there. “Aww, I’m sorry little boy, did your mommy die?” He didn’t really know that the other’s mother was actually dead. He was just being a dick, really. He held a rather mocking tone in his voice, “Stop being a little brat and get over it. We wouldn’t want your eyes to freeze close because you’re acting like a toddler, now would we?” He had always been a bit of an ass. But he didn’t really care. Maybe if he just pissed this man off enough… yes, that might work. When somebody worked through rage, they were blinded by it, just making them weaker if you hit the right parts in their mind. He gripped the knife in his hand rather loosely, getting ready to throw it. He wasn’t going to get any closer to the other unless he had to, really. He was smart enough not to do that… he heard reports of the other using some sort of blade; not a gun, but a blade. And unless the other had good aim, the other couldn’t do much to him. He just decided to wait to see what the other’s next move was…

 

 

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Ezekiel's breathing shook at the question he received. Act... Just an act... A few sobs left his mouth as he nodded, his hands helplessly gripping onto his own coat. "Dead..." He repeated, his voice shaky and filled with sadness. He knew that the other probably just guessed it, but it still hurt a bit. That was what got him into this in the first place. The death of his mother. The few tears that rolled down his cheeks weren't even faked, and for a moment he really felt like a small, lost child. He wanted to get his life back...

 

But then he remembered how good it felt to kill.

 

And this guy would be another kill of his. The act clearly wasn't goo enough for him. Ezekiel's expression quickly got to his usual neutral one as he swiftly pulled out his knife and attempted to slash the other's side, no emotion left on his face. "Die." He spoke quietly, tossed a small glance upwards and then thrusted the blade forwards. Just another man, just another kill.

 

Or so he thought.

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Hannes glanced at the other, and enjoyed the reaction that he received from the other, really. He was just like a little, helpless kid. And sadly, he found himself finding it amusing. The other was kind of pathetic after all. He waited to see the reaction that he got out of the kid.

Though, when he saw the other running towards him, the dagger sticking out in his direction, he held the knife that he had in one hand, and then prepared his other hand to grab the dagger. He felt the blade make a cut through his leg, drawing blood, dripping down his leg quickly as he then used his hand and grasped the blade and the other’s hands, feeling his hand bleeding out on the knife. He wasn’t going to let injuries ail him. In a mtter between life or death, he’d rather have a few cute on his body instead of having his wrists or throat slashed by this greedy bastard. He just needed to tie up this guys’ arms and legs and then take him to his house. From there, he figured out what he was going to do…

 

 

 

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Ezekiel's eyes widened as the dagger was grabbed by the other's bare hand. Was he insane?! No one should ever grab a blade like this! Dammit, this guy probably was crazy. While he was occupied with his thoughts, the white-haired male felt his hands being grabbed. As his expression turned into a shocked one, he tried to kick the man - and his legs were too short. How fun. He was caught not because he failed with murder, but more like because he was short.

 

The blue-eyed male felt fear and anger mixing up inside of him as he struggled to be let go. "I'll kill you!" He yelled out, his eyes shooting lightning towards the other man. He'd get away somehow... He wouldn't be killed... Right? Fear suddenly struck his heart as he thought of the possibility of him dying. Truth be told, that was his biggest fear. Ezekiel couldn't accept the fact that he could die. He, a person who killed, he wouldn't ever die!

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Now, Hannes wasn’t precisely crazy. No, he just knew the means that he needed to survive. He’d do something crazy if he knew that meant survival. “How pathetic.” He said rather quietly under his breath as he shoved the other into the cold, unforgiving ground. There were corpses everywhere, staring directly at the two, or staring off into the sky, their blood frozen out of their wounds. The German man took the rope of out of his pocket as he pinned the other down with one of his feet rather harshly. Taking out the rope, of which was bloodied by his hand, he first used some of it to tie the other’s hands. Before moving towards his feet, he took the knife out of the other’s hand and threw it off somewhere, hitting some sort of bucket. Moving down, he tied the same rope from the other’s hand, to the other’s feet. If this killer wasn’t flexible, this was probably going to hurt like hell. Once finished, he looked at the other with a rather…. Clever smile as he remarked, “For a greedy little bastard who decapitates grown adults, you’d think that you’d be able to kill me too, no?”

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Ezekiel's breathing hitched when he was suddenly pushed to the cold ground. His breath was suddenly pushed out of his lungs as he let out a growl, trying to tug his hands out of the ropes. Thirteen years of murdering and he gets caught by some random guy?! The foot on his body was restricting him from any movements, as well as causing a lot of pain. As he was tied up, the white-haired male tried to understand what was really going on. He was being tied up, and the possibilities of him being killed were really high. Ezekiel felt like he should cry, but he didn't. He growled at the snarky question he received, turning his head away on purpose. The position he was in wasn't that bad... His body was really thin and flexible indeed. The boy refused to answer, his teeth clenched tightly in his mouth. He'd kill this guy at some point... He really would!

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Hannes laughed quietly as he watched the other thrash about. It was rather droll, actually. The little “kid” thought that he could really get away with something like this and never get caught? He must be stupid. He wasn’t going to be letting the other go free any time soon. Which also meant that he wasn’t going to be allowing him to anytime soon… he wasn’t stupid enough to do anything like that so soon, especially since he had just captured him, and the man would probably be out to slick his throat. Lifting him by the knot between the feet and the hands where he tied them together, he smirked the slightest bit to himself, musing out-loud as his hand bled into the rope, swinging the other back and forth rather low to the ground, occasionally letting the other’s face hit the ground or anything really, he didn’t care if the other got hurt, “Hm….what should I do to you…” His eyes twinkled the slightest bit in wonder, “Should I slit your throat and let your bleed out… decapitate you… or maybe torture you and let you suffer…” He cackled a bit before he continued, “I might keep you around for awhile…but yet again, who would want to company of a fucking bastard?” He knew that he wasn’t going to kill the other…. Right away that is. He’d consider it… but he was thinking of better things in mind. He’d break the boy, and build him back up… use him and abuse him so to speak.

 

 

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A soft grunt left Ezekiel's mouth as he was picked up in that way - his arms and legs were now bending a bit uncomfortably, and his waist felt not-that-nice now. As he was swinged back and forwards, the white-haired male tried to stop himself somehow, but he still ended up hitting his face into the ground. How pathetic... He ended up with a cut on his lip that tainted the snow a beautiful red color... He bit down on that lip as Hannes began talking. This guy was even more crazy than he thought... "Fuckin' let me go..." He hissed, his blue eyes glancing upwards to glare at the man. They were filled with pure hatred and anger, blood slowly dripping down his chin. He had to escape somehow... He didn't care how, he just had to escape!

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As the other stared up at him with such hatred, Hannes gave him a rather sadistic smirk as he muttered, “Me, give you mercy? Let you go? Please give me a good reason as to why I would do that? I heard children beg for their lives, for their future, before he slaughtered them. I’m pretty sure they had hopes and dreams. One would be a cop, the other a surgeon. I’m sure they aren’t some greedy bastard who takes away the life of other’s at their own amusement. So I’m not letting you go, you fucking brat. Go cry to mommy or daddy if you want to snivel like a coward when someone finally catches you, because you are the most pathetic little “kid” I know.” The raven found the other amusing, in a rather sick way. He hated the “thing” that he was carrying. He wished that he could kick his teeth in and then pour salt and lemon juice on the cuts. Though, he was too good to do that to someone. Finally making it to the house, he opened the door, and then closed it behind him, locking the door. “Now I have the perfect room for you.” Carrying the murderer towards a room left of another room, he opened the door, and made his way in. It was a small room, maybe closet-sized. It had a cage in it, just big enough for him. Opening to crate with a rather sinister smile, he muttered, “A cage for a nasty animal… no, you don’t even deserve to be called an animal. Animals are much nicer than you on an occasion.” Throwing the other into the cage, he locked the door on it, not cutting the ropes off his wrists, just letting him lay there in an uncomfortable position. The door on the cage was only able to unlock from the outside, so there was no chance of getting out unless the metal cage was broken somehow. “I hope you enjoy your visit~”

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Ezekiel felt as if his eyes would soon start shooting flames and lightning at the other man. He didn't do it for his own amusement... "It's my job to kill them." He hissed out, for a moment something like tears shining in his eyes before he quickly turned his head away. "My mother is dead." The white-haired male growled out, once again beginning to struggle to be let go. He wanted to get away already... God, if he could just run off, he wouldn't even kill this guy now. There wasn't a point in even doing that!

 

All the while they were making way to Hannes' home, Ezekiel continued on struggling. He'd loosen the ropes at some point, he knew it! A low growl left his mouth at the man's words, yet he was still surprised when he was suddenly tossed into a cage. A cage! The boy landed with a soft 'oof' and, unable to properly keep his balance, fell down on his side. He never thought that he'd end up in such a way...

 

The blue-eyed male felt tears collecting as he finally closed them, his lips pursed tightly. If he refused to say anything, the man would leave, right? Then he could just try to loosen the ropes and maybe somehow unlock the cage... His hand should be thin enough to fit through the bars, right? So... Then all he would have to do was run. He'd get his disguise and sword, and then he would never ever come back to this place. Yeah, this sounded like a good plan...

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“Heh, your job? No, your job is to be a greedy bastard. I don’t see how it’s your job, brat.” Said Hannes rather simply, a rather low noise coming from his throat as he glared at the other, crossing his arms across his chest as he let out a low chuckle, “You think you’re entitled to take the life of another? Are you serious? You must have some weird fucking medical condition if you’re really that stupid.”

 

Glancing around the room, he let out a rather low huff, his own breath visible in the room. The only thing that made it so that there was at least a little bit of light in the room was the fact that the door was open. Once he closed it, the room would be pitch black. There was no windows in the room either.

 

Turning around the slightest bit and making his way towards the door, he sighed, “Maybe if you’re good, I might feed you or give you water…maybe, I don’t know. It depends on if I feel like you’re entitled to food.” Hannes mocked the other with a small smirk as he left the room. He wasn’t going to give the brat the luxury of a pillow and blanket. He was going to let him sleep in the cold, chilly room. Why should he have a speck of remorse for him? Anyways, he needed to go patch up his hand.

 

Leaving the room, he locked he door behind him from the outside before he made his way off towards the kitchen to find the medical kit so that he could stitch up his hand.

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Ezekiel's hatred towards the man just grew with each second he was talking. This man knew nothing about why he did that, or who he was for real. The white-haired male kept his eyes closed and his lips pursed tightly as if to make sure not a single word slipped past his lips.

 

Even when Hannes basically threated to not give him any food, he didn't react in any way. At least, he didn't show it in any way. Inside, however, he felt immense fear. He didn't want to die from something like starvation! God, he probably won't even resist the food, no matter what he got at this point - he could take the goddamn insults, but he wasn't about to die.

 

When Hannes left, the pitch black darkness completely surrounded him. He hated darkness. As he struggled out of the ropes, Ezekiel could swear he heard the cries and sobs of the ones he'd killed. He saw their lifeless eyes and their bloodied bodies, and... He realized he was scared.

 

So, when he finally managed to get out of the ropes, the white-haired male shuffled into the corner of the cage, pulling his knees to himself and his arms around them. While he was alone... No one would see him cry, right?

 

His arms tightened around his knees as tears began rolling down his cheeks. Honest, true tears, at that. He didn't usually cry, but what else could a human do when he was so near death? What could everyone else he killed do? Ezekiel barely held in his sobs - he didn't want to be heard, anyway.

 

He couldn't do anything else than kill those people, though. He never finished even middle school, and this was the only way he could earn money. He wasn't going to be like one of those people who sold their body for living... He just wasn't.

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In and out and in out… the needles went through one side of his wound and out of the other, binding up the rather brash cut with small strokes of thread. Inhaling deeply, he took the small scissor as he finished the final knot on the end of the string, cutting off the excess thread that dangling from it. Putting the needle and thread away, Hannes stretched.

 

Now, he wasn’t cruel to the point where he’d actually not feed the little brat. Hannes had that amount of sincerity. Though, he was going to punish him… and he knew of a pretty good, yet humiliating way to be punished. And Hannes owned just the right amount of power to do it.

 

Quietly, he gathered some crackers and some water and went back to the other’s room, opening the door, and putting it in the cage. He noticed that the other got free of the ropes, though he didn’t do anything about it. He had slipped the crackers and water through the bars of the cage. He was actually curious as to what this boy was about.

 

Sitting down on the floor, keeping a distance from the cage, he glanced at the other. Why was he in a ball in the corner? Was he crying? That little brat had no right to cry, really. He killed a bunch of children, teenagers, adults, and elderly. He shouldn’t have the right to cry.

 

“Oi, kid,” He looked into the cage, a blank look plastered to his face. He didn’t offer the other any sick thrill, any pleasure that he got from watching the boy cry. He didn’t feel bad, but he also hated to think of this… thing crying. “Why are you crying…and also… why do you do what you do to people? What makes you think that it’s right?”

 

He was curious as to what made this child think that it was perfectly okay to decapitate someone and steal their goods. Didn’t he have any morals whatsoever?

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Ezekiel's body tensed up the moment he heard Hannes coming back into the room. Shit. The white-haired male bit down on his lip to stop the tears, his breathing a bit shaky as he kept his face hidden. Did he come to kill him already? He didn't want to die yet... He wasn't going to die yet.

 

When he was sure that he wasn't crying anymore and he'd wiped his tears into the sleeve of his shirt, the boy lifted his head slightly, just enough to be able to look at Hannes. Wait.. There was food on the ground. Quietly, Ezekiel reached out for the plate and pulled it closer, not eating anything yet. Really, he was like some frightened animal just taken in by a new house.

 

"Why would you care?" He questioned back, his voice cold as usually. The blue-eyed male glanced away after a bit, a quiet sigh leaving his mouth as he pushed his body into the furthest corner of the cage. "I already said it was my job." He added quietly, staring at the crackers by his side. He'd eat those after this guy left... If he left, that is.

 

"Besides, I'm not a kid." The white-haired male said quietly as the arm left around his knees tightened. He'd be dead soon, he knew it... Guess it was what he got for all of this.

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"You never explained to me why you consider it your job to kill people, kid. You;'re not some god-sent messenger to come and slay people who come against your views, now are you?" muttered the young man, rolling his eyes as he said, "So tell me about it. I'd like to know about this little thing in the cage over hear."

 

Nearly laughed at what the other said, he mused, "I call anyone a kid if they behave like one, and you behave like a middle-school aged brat with no more of the intelligence of a sixth grader." Rolling his eyes the slightest bit, he sighed, "Anyways, you kind of look like a kid, too."

 

Drawing his knees up to his chest, he let out a rather small huff as he wrapped his arms around his legs, letting out an icy breath. He was rather cold, though he wasn't going to state that any time soon.

 

 

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Ezekiel's lips pursed into a small frown as he let out a shaky sigh and looked away. Guess it wouldn't do any harm to explain... And maybe then the other would actually let him go. "It's simple. People know my killing skills are good, and I have no other way to ear money. I live like that." He said quietly. The white-haired male didn't even know how to explain it properly...

 

The blue-eyed male bit down on his lip at what Hannes said next. It was unfair... "I was forced to leave school at ten." He muttered out and closed his eyes, wrapping his other arm around his knees as well. "I can't help the fact that I'm short." The man added quietly, his small body shivering the slightest bit.

 

Ezekiel was getting cold as well, to be honest. It wouldn't take long for his lips to turn blue and his body to tremble uncontrollably. He'd rather die in some over-sized pan than suffer in cold until he froze to death. That was why he always killed his prey quickly... At least they didn't suffer.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

“Oi, that’s just called being an asshole. That’s not your job to kill people, it’s just because you’re a greedy idiot who doesn’t know how to do anything by yourself.” Stated Hannes with a rather flat voice, bemused. “If you learned better, you wouldn’t “have” to kill others to get what you want. If you tried to get someone to help you and help you learn more, maybe you could get some sort of job and make some money to live on your own.”

 

Crossing his arms the slightest bit, he leaned against the wall, yawning rather tiredly. Rubbing one of his eyes, he glanced at the other again and muttered, “That explains why you act out on stupidity. You have no more than a 6th grade education at best, if you’re even lucky enough to have had that.” Stretching, he then stated, “Though, I can deal with your height. It’s cute, I suppose.”