Realistic or Modern Stockholm Syndrome (RP Thread)

[Just Lemons]

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Plot
In a world full of hatred, life is never simple. Pain, abuse, murder, cruelty. Humans had no regard for their fellow compadres. They turn on each other and any difference between them and another can cause drastic measures. Colour of skin, race, sex and sexuality. All of which if you are different hate is shot. No longer do we protect and thrive to survive. Instead life is a fight and a blood pool. Men who loved men were attacked viciously. You are to only love a woman, for it is in the bible. Such a silly thing. One man, in particular, took it as his own life goal to irradicate the world of such men. He had his own reasons but nonetheless, this man will coax a man to his home, where he locks them up and tortures them for weeks on end. Then finally, he kills them slowly and painfully. It was the same every time. No emotion, no guilt, no nothing.

What happens when his new project arrives and after a week or so a pang in his heart is felt? What does it mean? It all feels different.

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Characters
Clay | Male | Murderer|Moon_Boy
Felix | Male | Victim | Just Lemons​

 

[Just Lemons]

Felix Montague
“Guilt suffocates me like water consumed you.”

Gender
Male

Age
22

Sexuality
Homosexual - Felix has known he is gay for a while now, once he feels a connection then he feels a connection. He hasn’t always thought this but his brother’s influence holds a part of his heart.

Appearance
Felix is your average man. He was born to french parents yet the only way people would know this is if he speaks French or tells someone. Being more artsy than sporty has not been too harsh on him. He may not have that athletic build but he isn’t puny. He can hold his own if need be and weighs at an average for a 5ft9 man. Most of his height is his legs, they are long but make him look taller than he is. However, his body is not something he cares much about. He would much rather paint than go to the gym. Montague tends to wear blue skinny jeans alongside a sweater or knitted jumper. However, he makes sure it isn't made of wool as he doesn’t like the feeling of it.

When it comes to facial features, a faint dapple of freckles lays under his eyes and the bridge of his nose. It blends into his well-tanned skin yet in the colder months they are more noticeable. Eyes are brimmed with a deep ocean blue which falls into a brighter, more vibrant shade of blue around the pupil. As much as he hates the colour blue he will gladly say his eyes are his favourite feature. The hair that sits on the top of his head is the only well-groomed part of this man. His hair is a light brown, he has it cut fairly short but is long enough for others to see the slight curls in it. The hair at the sides is kept cut to a skin fade, making his face look much slimmer and stronger than it is.

Personality + Backstory
As soon as this French boy was born a smile he gave lit up the room and it still does. It's so goofy, full of life and happiness. He was his parent’s little bundle of joy the day he came home. However, his older brother adored him and Felix looked up to the other, copying his mischievous ways and they were practically inseparable.

They grew up together and their bond only grew stronger as the years passed. At the age of eleven, his brother had surprised him with a boat for them both. A small and simple one. That didn't bother Felix though as it was theirs. Just his and Donnie's. His brother was his best friend and he couldn't ask for anything more than that. At this age Felix loved the sea and idea of travelling by boats so this. This was a dream come true. The two where complete opposites and Donnie more protective than anything. Felix was his little brother and no one was going to touch him. He was loud and obnoxious whereas Felix was quiet and peaceful.
During school, as Donnie was only a few years older, the two would skip class and spend time alone on their boat. Donnie had made Felix promise to never go by himself as the sea was a dangerous place. If the two weren't on this boat and actually in class, Felix would be in his own world; doodling at the back which was the only thing that got him into trouble.

Years passed and their bond grew, they found their interests and both passed in their grades. Felix continued his art and Donnie went ahead to study law. He had finally found something he loved and Felix couldn't be prouder of him. To celebrate them both getting into the places they wanted, they went out into their boat. The two spent hours out there; Felix drawing something with his back to his brother. His brother was messing about and teasing Felix so when he slipped and a splash was heard Felix thought nothing of it. That was until moments later and he had finished. He looked around and called out for Donnie but couldn't find him. Felix went into a panic and couldn't move, he was frozen and sobbing. All he could think was that he didn't want to lose his brother.

His best friend was gone.

To this day it still traumatised him. He can no longer be near boats and large bodies of water without breaking down and having a panic attack. He still blames himself for his brother’s death and if anyone was to call him 'Fel' he would snap at them before crying.
Felix carried on like he knew his brother would have wanted. He continued being himself and trying to be as happy as he possibly could. He continued trying to live his dreams and doing the things Donnie told him he wanted for him when he was still alive.

Traits
| p o s i t i v e t r a i t s |
Creative; due to his artistic and creative nature Felix doesn't like doing things the usual way, he will find fun and better ways to do anything.
Open-minded; Felix will accept what's what and won't make judgments against things. He will let you be you and won't disregard anything. If anything he will love you for who you are more than anything.

| n e g a t i v e t r a i t s |
Shy; Ever since his brother died he kind of closed himself off from the world. He likes to stay to himself and is rather quiet.
Spontaneous; It could be seen as a good thing but if there is something he wants to do he will drop everything to do it. He basically does what he wants when he wants.​

 

[Moon_Boy]

Clay commons
“You are a pretty prince, aren’t you? Shame you won’t live to meet your knight in shining armour."

[ a p p e a r a n c e ]
Short curly, dark brown hair and an angular jaw. He has almond shaped eyes that are a dark green like shrek's swamp. He tends to wear dark clothing to accentuate his figure, but has a white coat which he likes to wear too. He is handsome and attracts the attention of both men and woman. He has a lot of scars over his body from his brother when he abused him.

[ b a s i c i n f o r m a t I o n a n d p e r s o n a l i t y ]
Clay is twenty five years old, Scorpio. He isn’t the tallest, railing in at 5’6”. He lives in LA which he uses to his advantage since there are plenty of bars for him to go to and look for his next target. He is manipulative and has an obsessive and perfectionist mind, causing him to obsess over small details for too long. He couldn't let himself be caught murdering or torturing people, that was for sure.

[ B a c k g r o u n d ]
When Clay was born, his mother and father were loving and kind to him and his brother who was ten years older. His brother was angry to have his parents attention divided and started abusing his brother. When his brother turned fifteen and his emotions went mad, he started sexually abusing him as well. Clays parents were murdered by a gay man and this caused him to hate gay people. Not only had they taken his parents, he now had no protection from the abuse and it got worse. When he was seventeen, Clay killed his abusive brother and started torturing and killing gay people after enticing them home. He wanted them to pay. But deep down, he knew he was just like them.​

 

[Just Lemons]

This roleplay is going to include mentions of abuse, homophobia and will have slight gore. Read with caution. ​

 

[Moon_Boy]

Clay

The walls inside Clays house were white, not a single mark on any of them. Everything was perfectly placed and it looked like a show home. Even the mug that Clay drank from looked like it belonged on the coffee table as a permanent fixture. Clay took a mouthful of it, and placed the mug back were it belonged. It didn’t take long for Clay to start cleaning one last time, making sure the mug hadn’t left a stain on the table. The post came through the letter box and Clay picked it up and put them were he always put his letters; straight into the recycling bin. With his house perfectly spotless, Clay got ready for a night out at the club like he did every now an then. Clay wasn’t going there to have fun or catch himself a lover but was going to find his next victim. Ever since Clay had been left to live with his abusive brother, Clay had hated gay people. A gay person had killed his parents but the police cared more about being called prejudice than convicting him and he had walked free. Years of abuse had shaped Clay to be the murderer he is today.

If you looked at Clay’s house, you wouldn’t be surprised that his house wasn’t the only thing immaculately presented. His skinny jeans and black polo shirt were ironed, and his hair combed into place. He had an image to uphold, after all. And if he wanted to take a victim home tonight he needed to look irresistible. He made sure that his shoe lace bows were tied perfectly centre and as always, he put his left shoe on first. Order. He hadn’t had control until he killed his brother, so he wanted to use his power to create order. Everything had its place, especially those who had caused him pain. Not only had his parents murder’s been gay, but so had his sexually abusive brother, which had always made him angry. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life. He would make them pay for what they had caused. When Clay was ready, he put on his black trench coat that made sure to accentuate his figure in all he right ways which Clay used to bait his victims. He picked up his keys that were always hung on a little hanger attached to the wall. He looked to his one out of place object that only he ever noticed, the broomstick next to the door that he often used to knock out the men he led to his house if he didn’t have anything more efficient or they tried to make an advance on him. He left the house, triple checking that the door was locked and walking down the path, making sure not to step on a crack which was getting increasingly easier since he had lived there for seven years now.

Money wasn’t an issue for Clay and that is how he could afford his home and food for himself, as well as an unhealthy amount of cleaning products. Although Clay didn’t have a conventional job, he considered his murder kidnappings a service and took whatever money they had on them. It was no use to them anyway. He would clean any coins he had and put the notes in zip lock bags and only touched them when he had to. He didn’t want to catch anything. Clay had been adding to his murder count for years, his brother being his first victim. He loved it. And since he had practice, he was practically perfect at it. Clay got into his equally immaculate car that he only ever used for his endeavours to the bar. He preferred to walk but walking got him nowhere in picking up boys for his projects. As Clay drove to the bar, he thought about his best chat up lines and rehearsed some of them in his head. It was no surprise that Clay was a natural born charmer, and he used his charm to lore men home and torture and slowly kill them, watching them bleed out slowly and eventually die. There was nothing he enjoyed more than purging the world of these horrid people, the same people responsible for everything that had ever happened to him. They were rotten to the core.

Some people might assume that Clay was religious and used God as an excuse to hate gay people, but that wasn’t the case. He didn’t have time to believe in God. His mind was already plagued with post traumatic stress disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder, so where was the room in his mind for other thoughts? He was too busy obsessing over his addiction: murder and torture. He was addicted to seeing the pain in their eyes, hearing the screams and seeing the fear. The same fear that Clay had felt when he was at the mercy of his brother. Now it was their turn. It was a short journey to the gay bar he stopped at often. He parked in the car park and paid for the ticket before waiting in line. He had no issue getting in. He was handsome so they let him straight in. Clay hated being at the gay bar. Drag queens flaunted all over him and he had to pretend to enjoy it. Not to mention the flamboyant boys who pranced on him but he knew would never come home with him. No, he needed a shy one. One he could manipulate enough, make them feel good enough that their confidence shines through. Or someone who has had a drink or two and is drunk or tipsy. Clay was ready to play his favourite game. Catch the new boy in the club.

As usual when he walked in, the drag queens wolf whistled at him and one of them even said that he looked ‘fabulous darling!’. Clay shot them a forced wink before looking around. His eyes landed on the perfect match. A striking jaw line, freckles and tanned skin. A pretty prince who would never meet his knight in shining armour, as long as he came with him he’d be dead within a week or so, depending on how fun he was to play with. Clay approached him, using his charm to make the first impression.

“Hello, my name is Clay, what’s your’s?”

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[Just Lemons]

Felix

The air was crisp and cold, putting a halt to the rising warmth spring had promised. The day was dull and clouds lurked above, giving the sky a grey tint. The day before was beautiful, it had begun to send out its rays early in the morning, beautiful messengers that could be the bane or light of someone’s life. They crept through the streets, nosing through the cracks in the curtains to sing a song of life. Many ignored their calls, a brilliant day didn’t motivate many to rise at their summons. Some, however, were different. The call of the new day tugged at their beings, up they would hop with a smile at the sight of the new day being promising. Very few were awake before the messengers were sent out, very few waited for the birds to begin to chirp before rising instead of the sun which would rise a few hours after the birds. Now, suddenly all this was diminished. Cold replaced warmth and grey replaced rays of sunlight. That alone dampened the whole atmosphere. It was no longer joyful and creative. It was full of pain and deceit. Little did Felix know there was a reason behind it all.

With the promise of warmth that the warmer months brought, people ventured outdoors more, they became more sociable. For Felix, warm days filled him with glee. He could go outside and draw or see his favourite place to visit. His favourite place was a small park, it wasn’t the best but it was his safe haven. There was a small metal slide with a red ladder to get up it. It was surrounded by black tarmac so the children didn’t hurt themselves so much if they fell. The same material sat around every piece of equipment in the park. Two sets of swings, both with their paint chipping off. The rubber seats would be burning hot under the sun, a lot of people have learnt that the hard way. However, none of those was what Felix chose to go to. Instead, he normally would choose a bench that sat up beside the iron bars surrounding the park. The fence was a barrier to a small field that held different foliage and a small, growing tree. Nature. If he couldn’t go outside he became miserable and it caused a lot of grief.

Today, he couldn’t do that but then again he hated staying cooped up inside. Maybe it was time to meet people and go places other than his park or the cafe he worked at. He then remembered the gay bar his brother had told him about. He wasn’t always open about his sexuality but his brother helped a lot with it and he could never thank him enough. He missed him dearly and wished he was here to go with him. Felix knew he couldn’t bring people back so in memory of Donnie, he made the decision to go to this gay bar and at least try to make some friends. Maybe even something more. It’s what his brother would have wanted. A small smile came to his lips as he remembered what Donnie would always say.

“You have the stuff so flaunt it. You got to make them want it Fel.” The memory was a happy one and Felix gave a nod. His decision was final. Tonight, he was going to the gay bar and he was not allowed to talk himself out of it. Most of the day had already passed and he had spent it just sitting around. He had been bored out of his mind and now, now it was time to get ready. With excitement and all the energy in the world, Felix shot up from his seat and skipped gaily into his bedroom. He was going to try and make himself look irresistible. He didn’t have all the confidence in the world but after one drink he could act as if he could rule the world. He was an extreme lightweight and didn’t enjoy drinking but one drink was fine. Nothing too strong, just enough to calm his nerves. He tried to treat his body to a semi-good degree. He was proud of his flawless skin. He had no scars or blemishes, only a faint dappling of freckles rested on his face.

Once in his bedroom, Felix grabbed a towel and went off for a quick shower. He made sure to smell nice and couldn’t wait to pick out an outfit. As long as it showed off his features and part of it was a jumper he hoped he would be a sight to be enjoyed. Felix had lived on his own for a year now so guests could come and go. His parents didn’t think he would be able to stand on his own two feet. He had proved them wrong. He was thriving in his eyes. His apartment was always clean and neat, he had gotten himself a nice job that paid well for the time being and managed to always pay his bills on time. Donnie would be proud, Felix thought with a smile for a moment, a sad one soon replacing it. He missed his brother dearly and wished he could see how well he was done. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath in to try and soothe himself. Now was not the time to get upset. It was a nice day and he didn’t want to be sad for all of it. He had learnt that he should try and move past it, he was told Donnie would be happier if he did. Although the guilt of his brother’s death still lingered.

Felix was soon dry and dressed in his light grey sweater, a white button-up underneath this. It made him look smart and presentable while his blue jeans were snug to his skin and showed off his features with no difficulty. A small smirk in approval found his face as he looked in the mirror. If he looked good to himself, surely he would seem even better to others. He wasn’t vain by nature. Normally, he could be quite shy when it came to how he looked. His hair took him much longer than anything else as he made sure the curls fell in all the right places. All of them faces the front and hung above his eyes while the sides and back stayed in a skin fade. He always had the same hair cut and it framed his face perfectly. It gave him an almost softer look.

It didn’t take Felix long to actually finish getting ready and leave the sanctity of his small home. The bar wasn’t far but it was far enough for him to spend a good twenty minutes walking. He had never been inside one before and had only been to normal bars on special occasions with family. He managed to get inside and looked around. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Bright lights blinded him and men were everywhere. His eyes widened a little and he felt a lump in his throat. A lot of them were really attractive and that alone made him feel a bit hot under the collar. He didn’t have much socialising with people so this was a big anxiety trigger. He didn’t know what to do. However, not wanting to just be stood there, he walked over to the bar. Felix could feel more than one pair of eyes watching him.

“One whisky please,” Felix asked the bartender, a charming smile tugging at his lips. All he needed was this one drink. All these nerves will disappear and he could have fun. That’s all that he was waiting for. The glass was placed on the counter so Felix picked it up and took a sip; leaning against the bar as he did so. While standing there, he began to feel ever so slightly more relaxed. Which was why, when a man walked up to him he acted rather normal.

“Hello Clay, I’m Felix,” he introduced himself and smiled softly. He used his wrist to swirl the drink around. He wasn’t at all sure on what to say or do. After all, this was his first time here. Nobody could resist fresh and tasty meat so Clay wasn’t the only man to approach. One another did and wrapped his arm around Felix’s shoulder. He quickly tensed and could smell how drunk the man was. His nose wrinkled in disgust and he was clearly uncomfortable. Yet, he did not move or say a word. Instead, the man spoke for him. He whispered words in Felix’s ear that sent a shiver down his spine. This man was not nice and Felix wanted to move away from him but he was stuck between the bar and the man. He was far from strong so Felix stood there, sipping at his Whisky and glancing up at Clay. He gave a nervous smile and just tried to ignore the man that held onto him.​

 

[Moon_Boy]

Clay

On one hand, Clay was annoyed at the man for getting onto the other man. He was clearly to close for comfort. If anyone did that to Clay, he would be sure to teach them a lesson. He would most likely lore them home only for them to be ultimately betrayed and murdered. It wasn’t like it was hard to see that Felix was uncomfortable. He had no charm, and if that stupid oof praciced his drunken eticate then maybe he would get to bring Felix home instead of Clay being the one who got to have his fun. It reminded him of when his brother used to abuse him even when he was uncomfortable with it and Clay was almost sure that if this man was left alone with Felix he would rape him, and that was something Clay hated more than gay men. Clay sneered at the other man, making sure he was stood up straight. It was like the other man hadn’t noticed that Felix had company. Clay stood a little closer to Felix, trying to show the other man what he was made of.

On the other hand, Clay thought that Felix was weak. He was an adult now and still hadn’t grown out of his childish stages. Clay had overcome his patheticness of his youth and murdered the man who had caused him harm, but Felix couldn’t even tell this man to back of. However, since Clay wanted to take this man home and didn’t want this man to get what he wanted, Clay decided he best step in. He didn’t want a huge confrontation that would ruin his reputation in the community not that he wanted to consider himself apart of it. He considered himself more of a opportunist. He blended in so that he could snatch a catch and murder those he hated. It was great to have places so close by that he could snatch from, take the suckers home and give them what they deserved. Clay would have taken this creep home and killed him instead if it wasn’t for the fact he couldn’t take his eye of the ball. He wanted to take Felix home and play his little game with him. Clay decided that this had to end now since he didn’t have all night.

“Do you mind? Myself and Felix are having a friendly conversation here and your antics are proving to be a fatal distraction.” Clay said to the creep, making his voice drawl and his eyes roll. Clay turned back to Felix and smiled at him with his most convincing smile. He was doing well and was sure that Felix would fall under his spell in no time. This man was just helping him collect his bait. Clay ordered two whiskys, one for him and one for Felix before pulling Felix into a chair and sitting him down before he sat down too. The man was still close to them but Clay tried to ignore them, taking a sip of his whisky and setting the other whisky in front of Felix. He was thinking about all the fun ways that he could cause this boy pain; the slash of a knife, the punch of his fists, the breaking of his bones and the branding of the iron. He had a favourite one, too. He couldn’t wait to use it on Felix’s fresh, clean skin. Clay could feel the urge to pull out a knife and make him bleed where he stood but he knew that he had to be patient if he wanted a good show and if he ever wanted to kill again. “What a creep, getting so close to you. I hope this drink makes you feel a little better. I will help you if there is any more trouble.”

It was then that Clay turned around and saw two men kissing and couldn’t help but turn his nose up at them but passed it up with a smile as he turned straight back to look at Felix. Clay reached into his pocket and pulled out his hand sanitizer and squirted some onto the palm of his hand, rubbing his hands together before putting it back into his pocket. Clay hated mess. The only mess he could stand was the mess of murder. He loved making people bleed and watching the blood stain the floor and since Clay had no problem cleaning he actually enjoyed getting rid of the mess. His second favourite hobby was cleaning but since his first was murder he didn’t think of himself as dull. Clay smirked at the thought. He knew that his life hadn’t been dull and in fact it had been quite the opposite. He had killed his abusive brother and many others so he just couldn’t be considered dull. That weird, creepy old pervert who had harassed Felix.

“So, Felix. Tell me about you.”

 

[Just Lemons]

Felix

A wave of embarrassment came crashing onto Felix’s chest. He was angry at himself for not having the confidence to shove the pervert off of him. He wasn’t used to having to protect himself, his brother, Donnie used to do it for him. They would protect each other and that was the way Felix liked things. Sadness tinged his heart at the thought of his brother, which frustrated him. Stop it, you are meant to be enjoying yourself for once. Felix thought to himself, his eyes locked on the glass in his hand. The creepy man that stood beside him, let his hand travel down Felix’s back, it soon cupping his ass and snapping Felix out of his thought filled trance. His eyes widened and he looked shocked to the core. A small surprised yelp escaped his lips as he flinched back from the touch; the glass falling from his hand and smashing onto the ground loudly. The sound rang through his ears and the smell of whisky became more prominent as it soaked his shoes.

“Oh for fuck's sake, you klutz,” a voice snapped at Felix from the other side of the bar. It was the bartender and he did not look amused. His accent was thick and he was brawny, much like a lot of the men here. His beard was thick and his skin covered with tattoos. He was quite frightening but Felix didn’t let it phase him much. He didn’t blame it on himself, he blamed it on the pervert that had a grip on him. Nonetheless, he muttered a shy apology. From then on, he didn’t pay much to any attention to the bartender, not even looking at the man. He was more focused on Clay. His heart pounding as he watched him step closer, it was no doubt that the man was attractive. The way his brown curly hair fell and how his eyes held a mystery to them. It just enticed Felix. It was him he wanted to talk to, not this gross creep touching him up. He had the urge to slap him across the face or even cut a certain something off but that was a bit distasteful for him.

“Oh really? I think you are proving the fatal distraction. I already pulled shotgun on this one here,” the man spoke, pulling Felix in closer to him and squeezing his ass with his hand. That was it, Felix had enough. He wasn’t some toy that people could choose and fight over. He was his own person and had a say in who he spent his time with. His eyes narrowed and with a swift turn, he was out of the man's grip. Felix raised his arm and with all his force, slapped the creep across the face. The slap echoed much like the glass and left a visible red handprint. The shock on his face was priceless, so priceless he had to stifle a laugh. Against how shy he was acting a moment ago, slapping someone was a large turnaround. Then again he did have a short fuse when it came to anger. His eyes narrowed at the man before speaking up.

“Do you mind?” His voice was harsh and his attention had come off of Clay for a few moments. This was quickly changed as his arm was grabbed. His head snapped in the direction of whoever it was, he was prepared to snap as he was now a bit on edge and aware of himself. That one drink definitely started to take a little bit of an effect as he was now more confident in the way he held himself. However, he still felt a little uneasy about what had happened. The mans words repeated in his mind and he shivered. He couldn’t ever repeat them, they were foul and he couldn’t believe people like him existed. There were so many bad people in the world and at times Felix would stay in the comforts of his home just to get away from the world he was forced to live in. There were rapists and murderers, there were kidnappers and people seemed to get a kick out of causing harm on others. It was disgusting.

His eyes met Clay’s deep green ones, somehow finding safety in them. If he could, he would laugh at himself and shake his head but he couldn’t. God Felix, you only just met the man, he could be a serial killer for all you know. He thought, trying to make sure he was careful. Little did he know the irony behind his thoughts. No longer, however, did he want to jump down Clay’s throat and attack him verbally for grabbing his arm. Honestly, he was pretty grateful. He may have been able to stand up for himself a little but he knew that was the limit of his confidence. He knew he wouldn’t be able to just walk away. No, that was too scary. He could never turn his back on an enemy. So with Clay taking him out of the situation, he felt safer in that sense, like he was honestly trying to help and not take advantage of him like a lot of the men here would do. As they sat in one of the nearby booths, Felix tried his best to ignore how close they were to the creep still. However, it wasn’t long before a grunt was heard and footsteps led away from them. Leaving Clay and Felix to talk amongst themselves. Felix looked up and watched the drunken lowlife stumble over to some other man. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for whoever had to encounter him and whoever would fall for his trap and end up going home with him. He tried not to think about that and instead turned his attention on the man that helped him out. He offered a smile and held the glass in his hand, he didn’t know if he should drink it or not, his body wasn’t used to drinking and normally one drink was enough to change him. Then again, Clay was nice enough to have bought it for him so surely it would be rude not to drink it?

“Thank you Clay, it was really kind of you to help me with him, and thanks for the drink,” he spoke with a calm and happy tone; hesitantly bringing the glass to his lips and swallowing some of the liquid; feeling the keen burn on his tongue and throat. He savoured it and allowed the sensation to relax him. To hear that Clay would be willing to help him if anything else were to happen, his heart fluttered. How could this man be so kind? It made Felix want to know everything about him, he wanted to see what he was like. “Thank you so much.”

Then, Clay asked Felix to tell him about himself. He gave a shy smile and a small shrug. There wasn’t much to him and he didn’t know what to say. A lump rolled up into his throat and his hand went to the back of his neck, feeling the heat. A part of him felt this incredible need to impress this man in front of him and nothing he could say about himself would cause him to like Felix. A lie? No, Felix couldn’t possibly lie. He never lied and hated those who did. It just wasn’t right to take those who trusted in what you said for granted. It was probably his worst pet peeve. Felix chuckled quietly and shook his head; leaning back into his seat and looking over Clay once more.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you but there isn’t much to tell, I’m pretty boring you see. I guess the only thing that's cool per se is the fact I own a boat but yeah that's it,” he spoke nervously a small chuckle once more. “What about you Mr.Clay? I’m sure you are far more interesting than plain old me.”

 

[Moon_Boy]

Clay

Clay couldn’t help but feel rage at that man. Sure, Felix was gay and thus Clay thought of him as vermin, but he hated rapists the most. They were worse than vermin, they were the shit on the sole of your shoes, the gum stuck in your hair. Clay smiled at Felix, finding it hard not to imagine him tied to the chair in his basement as Clay ripped the skin from his flesh and the flesh from his bones. He was thirsty for blood and thought that red might just suit Felix. Felix didn’t look like most of the people he killed. Felix had actually taken the time to pick out clean clothes and his sweater was a beautiful light grey, although Clay would have matched it with black jeans, he found that Felix actually pulled it off with some more standard blue jeans. The collar of his white shirt was tidy, unlike most who wore a scruffy collar. He might actually regret making a mess of this tidy chap.

“Me? Well, my mother and father both died when I was younger, so my brother raised me for a lot of my childhood, but that’s about it.” Clay told him. He found that the more interesting he was, the more likely there was to be a body at the end of the week. Clay took a swig of his alcohol and couldn’t help but realise how little Felix wanted his. Clay thought it best not to buy the boy anymore. Clay was always one to know the way to do things the right way and knew not to take short cuts. All he needed was to convince and to act until the very last scene. “I don’t believe that’s all there is to you, I look forward to learning about you, Felix.”

"Don't you worry about those horrible people alright, Felix? You'll be alright." It didn’t take long for Clay to grab a hold of peoples hearts. He was charming, handsome and people often put trust in him. He knew he had to make this man trust him, just like he made the others trust him. Clay made sure to look confident when he was out so that people didn’t take him as a fool and started to respect him. Clay knew that he was handsome, he had been told it over and over again. He was lucky to be handsome considering his role and knew it would be harder if he was a creepy looking man like the one who had hit on Felix. Clay made sure he was sat straight and didn’t let his hands touch any surface. Who knew what kind of germs were sitting on them. He adjusted the Chloroform in his pocket, excited for the moment he would be able to use it and drag Felix down into his basement to begin his fun. Felix had no idea what Clay was planning and that was all part of the fun. The betrayal held in the eyes of his victims was priceless to watch. He loved breaking them down, telling them how much he hated their kind and killing them as their screams filled his ears. It was often like a symphony. Clay was obsessed with it.

“Do you have any passions, Felix?” Clay asked him, trying to show interest in him. Clay had learnt the craft of kidnapping through years of front line experience. Other than his brother, all of his victims had been lured to his home, each of them believing that Clay was gay and intrested in them romantically or sexually. However, when each of them woke up in his basement, they were terrified. None of them lived to tell the tale. Felix reminded him of another boy he had killed, one of the first. He was all smiles and didn’t actually come to the bar too often. He had done himself up, making sure he was neat and didn’t know how to stick up for himself too well. Clay wondered where the similarities would end. “How far away do you live? I hope you brought a car it’s raining out there.”

This was it, the way to get him home with him. If Felix didn’t have a car, all he would have to do was get him in his car and then he was his. This trick hadn’t failed him yet. Not everyone was willing to rush, so Clay would rush for them. All Felix had to say was that he walked here or that he got the bus, because a car was better than a bus and a walk in the rain. Clay knew all he had to do was be what other people considered normal and everyone would feel comfortable. Felix was smart to an end, it seemed. His trust seemed to be easily obtained and also easily removed, so Clay just had to play his cards right. Clay was ready for this, he hadn’t been able to kill anyone for almost a month now. The last murder had ended too quickly after they wouldn’t stop screaming. He didn’t even plead his case. He was pathetic. Clay just hopped that Felix would put up some kind of fight.

“If you like, I can give you a ride home.” Clay said, nonchalantly. He may have a few whisky’s in him, but he wasn’t even tipsy so he felt safe driving the two of them home. And then the games would begin. Clay’s hunger was finally going to be satisfied.