forum Riencarnation of the hearts

Started June 04, 2019 by @Fenrir

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He bit his lip and ran through the crowd to get to the abanded warehouse near the lake. He opened the door with force then closed it back, "So~ What has he done love?" he pecked his lips and walked around the victim eyes him.

He kissed him back then focused his attention to the hostage "take your guess. Its between preying on kids and handing out candy." He snarkily, cutting a thin line of blood on the man's arm

"You didn't! You shouldn't have done that!~ He shook his head. You wanna take this one while I do research on the other three?" he whispered in his ear.

He nodded and glared back up at the man "the fun has only just begun~" Geronimo wimper softly and tried to jerk free from his confines "ah, ah, ah, none of that." Jas said gently, shaking his head "you have to stay still, or I might cut a vein to early and out fun will end."

Have fun darling~." he pulled up a chair and took our papers and a laptop to look at reports and other sightings. He looked up a couple times just to see his baby having fun.

after 3 more hours of torturing Geronimo, Jas finally killed him off. He walked over Axel and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, "find anything yet?" He asked, lips brushing against his ear

His face flushed a little bit, "Her name is Lacey Garner. She was a singer until she got addicted and started to abuse her kids, husband, and friends. Sometimes people on the street. A lot of people said that she is crazy and wants to kill people and she has killed someone and it was her husband, but she got away with it.31 Stonehouse, street That's all I could find on her."

He nodded "you're taking this one." He said, "I meant what I said last time, I don't torture women, even if they kill their family."

he frowned, "I guess that makes sense…" he stood up, "Shall we go then?" he smiled

He nodded, whiping the blood off his knives with his shirt "let's go."

He chuckled, "You realize you just made your shirt worse right? You can't go out with blood stains on your shirt love," he kissed his cheek.

"I'll tell them it's part of an old holloween costume, you'd be surprised how well that works." He kissed him softly "I'll wait for you at home,"

He frowned, “hmmm….alright. Be careful on your way back love!” He yelled while running out the hanger doors.

He nodded "I will, be careful with Lacey." He called over his shoulder. He left the building and hauled himself into a roof nearby "I'll be home, after some errands."

When he was torturing it wasn’t as fun as he thought it would because she was week she was already on his death bed so she died soon and cleaned himself off and started to head home.

Jas had been hired by a family to kill a stalker that night, being offered a decent amount for the finished job. After collecting his payment, he headed home. "Damn…." He muttered, catching himself on a wall in the hall and holding his hand to his side "son of a bitch actually got me…."

He looked down at his phone texting Jas when he saw a trail of blood leading down to there room. He put his phone away and sprinted into their room locking the door. "You left a trail of…." he looked at Jas in the kitchen trying to reach for the kit, "blood…" he covered his mouth in shock then ran over and helped him onto the couch, "Don't. DO. ANything. Until I close this okay?" He closed the cabinet after grabbing the first aid kit. He raised up his shirt and started to clean the wood with a wet towel. "I told you to be careful."

"I know…." He hissed tried to pull away "Im sorry." He glanced down at the wound and laughed "that's not the worst I've had." He leaned back and growled softly as pain courses up his side

"Stop moving. It doesn't matter if it's the worse it matters that you got hurt." He wiped the blood from the side, "You also… promised to….do something with me tonight," he cleaned the rest of the blood off and got out the stuff he needs for stitches, "This might hurt." he put the thread through the needle and started to stitch the wound together, "What where you doing that the wound is this deep?"

"ah so that's what's been on your mind d all day," he laughed softly then winced in pain " just so we're clear, I meant making out, nothing farther." He glanced away "I'm not ready for that."

He kept his focus on the stitches, "Then don't tease me like that! The way you said it….I…" he trailed off with his face blushing. He knotted the thread and cut the thread. He took rubbing alcohol and rubbed it softly and cleaned the products up, "Don't do anything until I say you can okay? You never answered my question either what were you doing?"

"Belive me, I want you in every way possible, but neither of us are ready for that yet. Plus, i'm not done yet with making you completely fall for me." He joked. He nodded at the request to stay put and sighed. "I was hired to kill someone. I didn't realize the guy was skilled in swordsmanship. I haven't practiced in a while so he nicked me in the side."

"Alright…and that was way deep then a nick Jas. You're not going to take on jobs again until this is healed alright.?" but everything back to the way it was and grabbed a mop. "I'm going to go clean the blood outside you left a whole trail. Axel mopped the blood of the floor and wall the moved to outside where he did the same thing. He came back in the room and washed everything then sat down next to Jas. "Don't raise your arm, scratch it, and don't use it until it's healed got it?"

He nodded, it already hurt enough when he tried to sit up, he wasn't about to stretch it by trying to do mundane activities. "I'm sorry about the blood, I know how you get around it." He muttered, leaning his head against Axels shoulder

"No, no you're fine just don't scare me like that again okay?" he kissed his forehead. "The only reason it hurts a lot is that I didn't use anything to numb you. SOrry about that," he kissed his forehead, "If you're tired you should rest.

He shrugged "didn't even feel it," he laughed softly and nudged up against him, findincomfort in his warmth "tell me something, anything that I don't know about you."

He chuckled, "You do feel it more then you say. Well, Well, I wet the bed until the age of three in one life…" he started to laugh at his own words, "I also hate pizza Pringles disgusting. I ate 5 cans of Pringles after lunch every day…."

"…why?" he asked with a laugh "the Pringle thing, not the wetting the bed thing." He curled up next to him, careful not to streach the stitches.

"I mean I like Pringles a lot, so I would get five cans every day, but they were like mini cans from the snack line. They were a dollar each. Then I stacked them up and called them my Leaning Tower of Pringles. 6th grade is the best man" he wrapped his arm around his shoulder ad pulled him closer, "What about you?"

He laughed and winced "you had a weird thing for Pringles." He glanced up "me? Oh uhm…I've never drank alcohol, in any life." He said sheepishly, "it's never appealed to me…ever."