“Daren?” Jamison asked through tears, realizing that Daren had just ascended to the roof.

“Jamison!” Daren breathed “I’m so sorry, I was out of line,”

“You’re damn right you were out of line! You try and fuck me in the bathroom, when you have a girlfriend, who happens to my best friend, and you think a little sorry is going to magically fix things?” Jamison screeched. Daren was going to bring up that Jamison only mentioned that Daren was currently involved, but nothing about how Jamison was also involved, but Daren soon realized that it was a bad idea, as Jamison was already mad enough.

“I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” Daren tried

“Really, because I thought you knew you needed me ever since you first saw me.” Jamison mocked.

“I was just, caught up in the moment.”

“Oh, so you were just horny.”

“That’s not what I said.” Daren stuttered

“But it’s what you meant!” Jamison howled.

“Please!”

“Fuck off!”

“Jamison!”

“Are you deaf, or just stupid? Fuck off!” Jamison screamed. He ran down the stairs, leaving Daren alone on the roof.

“Shit.” Daren exclaimed as Natasha immerged from the stairwell.

“Daren?” She asked nervously, “What happened?”

“I’m sorry.” Daren sighed

“What did you do?”

“I…I…” Daren started. He told Natasha everything, causing her to start to cry.

“How, how could you? Bastard! You try and fuck my best friend in the fucking bathroom? What is wrong with you?” Natasha bellowed. She found a broken piece of brick and threw it as hard a she could at Daren’s head. Her aim was true, but she lacked power. The brick hit Daren right between the eyes, causing blood to trickle from the open wound. Natasha ran down the stairs, her hand covering her mouth as tears flowed freely from her red eyes.

Jamison caught the 12:57 bus that ran near William’s high school. He got off and found William in the field eating lunch. He ran up to him, and grabbed his waist from behind. William jumped, and turned around, pulling Jamison into him. Jamison held William as tight as he could, letting out all the tears he had.

“Are you ok?” William asked, looking Jamison in the eyes.

“No.” Jamison cried.

“Come on, I’ll take you to my house.” William led Jamison to his house, and took him up to his room.

“Hello?” Came a voice from the next room.

“Jonathon? It’s William. What are you doing home?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Except I’m older.”

“Except I’m not the one with a companion.” Jonathon laughed.

“My little brother.” William explained. He pulled Jamison toward him, holding him close, letting Jamison’s tear fall onto his shoulder. A knock came at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Jonathon yelled.

Jamison jumped as he heard a shot, followed by a dull thump. He leapt off the bed, and ran down the stairs, right in front of William. Jonathon was on the floor, blood flowing from his fourteen year old neck. His limps jutted out at odd angles, and his eyes were clouded, but expressed a look of fear and confusion.

“Nathan!” Jamison screamed as he leapt at his ex, knocking him to the ground. Nathan struggled against a furious Jamison. William held his little brother, feeling for a pulse, hoping, praying.

“Dead” he said flatly.

“He was a fucking little kid!” Jamison screeched, striking Nathan’s cheek with his fist.

“I didn’t know! I thought he was…I thought he was him!” Nathan spat in William’s direction, and pointed to cocked pistol. Jamison struck Nathan’s arm, causing the gun to go off, but not after it changed had direction.

Jamison crumpled into a heap, blood trickling from his shoulder. He gripped his arm and shouted in pain. William ran and scooped him up, laying him on the couch. He ran to the phone and called 911.

“Hi, I’m at 1222, Madison Avenue, my little brother got shot in the neck, and my friend, my friend got shot in the shoulder, he’s bleeding badly. Thank you.” William hung up. He stared at Nathan, who was still lying on the ground.

“You little fucker! I warned you.” He kicked Nathan in the ribs, and rolled him through his house and down the basement stairs. With a mighty heave, he picked him up, and trough him in a turned off refrigerator, gagging him with a rotten apple. He ran back up stairs just as the ambulance and police arrived.

“Where is the perpetrator?” The police questioned.

“He ran off, but I saw who it was.” William explained what happened, leaving out the sex, and leaving out hi stuffing Nathan into a refrigerator.

“I see.” The police took him downtown and interrogated him. It was determined that he was innocent. He went home and flew down the stairs; he found Nathan right where he left him, with a look of sheer terror in his eyes. William pulled Nathan out of the refrigerator and flung him to the floor. Locating some rope, he bound his wrists to a water pipe, leaving Nathan suspended in mid air.

“You little fucker! You show up at my house, wanting to kill me, but you kill my brother, and wound Jamison!”

“You think Jamison actually loves you? You were just a hot fuck, just like Daren, why else would he put out after just meeting you?”

“Daren?”

“He didn’t tell you? He slept with Daren today at school, in the bathroom.”

“You’re lying.”

“Then why are you so mad?”

“Shut up or I swear to god I’ll kill you!”

“You’ll kill me anyway.”

“You’re damn right you mother-fucking maggot!” William found a hammer, and with great force and accuracy, smashed Nathan’s wrists, shattering them each with one blow. Nathan’s kneecaps followed, each on splitting with a horrible crack. William picked up some more rope, tied it to the hammer, and swung, contacting Nathan’s stomach, legs, and chest. William ran upstairs.

William descended the stairs, with a monstrous gleam in his eyes, and a long serrated edge kitchen knife in his hand. He sawed at Nathan, removing his fingers and toes one by one; Nathan’s screams filled the air, and fuelled Williams’s murderous rage. William took the knife and made small incisions in Nathan’s stomach; he leaned down and let the blood drip onto his face.

William surveyed the basement and grinned. He emptied a can of gasoline around the basement and up the stairs. He discarded the can, and walked up to his room, sleeping, with the blood still on his face.

William awoke the next morning with a knock at his door. He went dowstairs, and opened the door to find Jamison, bandaged up, but there none the less. Jamison covered his gaping mouth when he saw the blood on William’s face.

“It’s not mine.” William grinned.

“You didn’t!”

“The little fucker got what he deserved!”

“William! Ever since we’ve been together, you’ve gotten… creepy.”

“No!” William screeched retrieving Nathan’s gun from his pocked and pointing it at Jamison. “You’re not leaving me now!” with his other hand, he lit a cigarette lighter, and Jamison noticed the gasoline on the floor.

“William!”

A bang echoed through the air. Jamison fell to the ground, and realizing he was fine, looked to see William, with blood running down his chest. Daren leapt from the bushes he was crouching in and quickly moved Jamison before William fell to the ground, the lit lighter hitting the pool of gasoline.