His Protector | DreamNotFound

Chapter 6

TW: blood, death

Last night the police were called on another murder, this time more in the center of the town. Ryan Moore, twenty-three years old, was found after a party was hosted by his friend. No clues on the killer have been found on the body or in the area. Specialists assume this is the same person like all the other recent murders since the same strategy has been used: a slit throat and drained body. If you have any information that has to be shared we ask you to report this at the police station.

George and Karl were both looking at the news on the television screen, holding hands. The picture that had been shown had made both of their stomachs drop, and not because of the pale body surrounded by blood. George would recognize that face from everywhere, it haunted him in his nightmares, along with his father. It was the same guy that had kicked the shit out of him the other day, when Karl had taken him to his house. Karl squeezed his hand, turning his head towards George's. He didn't like Ryan at all, he delivered him more pain every difficult day at school. And sure, he wished he was dead all the time. But this wasn't something he'd wish upon anyone. The brutal photo taken of his rotting body of him laying on the broad street was stuck in his memory. His blonde hair looked less alive and colorful than before, not fitting with the blood-stained clothes at all.

Was he supposed to believe it was a coincidence? The killer seemed to have some odd obsession with him, which wasn't relieving at all. Having a creep following you around and was already terrifying enough, but giving him some sort of healing blood and now killing the person that he had a conflict with yesterday? It was too much for him to handle, especially because all his questions were a puzzle. What was even more frustrating was the fact that the creep was the only one that could answer them.

He buried his face in his knees, ignoring what Karl was saying since he hadn't even noticed he was talking until now. The entire day he and Karl had been playing games, baking cakes, and other stuff to pass time. They got a call from school early this morning. They had a day off, so it was the perfect opportunity to hang out and relax for the day. Well, not that relaxing. He finally thought he could have a day without worrying too much about his problems, to distract him from reality. Karl was nice to be with, he cleared his head from unpleasant memories.

The ancient-looking clock hanging behind him on the wall played its tune, alerting him it was 7 am. He was tired of sitting on the couch and decided to go for a walk to make up his mind. He informed Karl, who asked him to come with George, but he thanked him and told him it wasn't necessary and he needed some time alone. He left the house, carefully closing the door since there was a strong wind going on outside and he didn't want to risk slamming it.

He wandered around the place for a while until he ended up in a park he used to go back in the days. It was the spot he came to escape his family, school, or other things that weighed on him. He laid down beneath the pink petals of a blossom tree, watching them floating around him. He breathed in deeply, the smell of nature and fresh air filling his nose. He savored these moments alone, times he didn't feel trapped in his life. He focused on losing up every part of his body, from his toes to his neck.

He didn't notice the time flying by until he checked his phone. In the distance, he saw the sun falling between two large buildings with a massive amount of windows. The sky was colored with red, orange, and yellow stripes when the last bit of light disappeared behind the surface. Panic began to rise in his chest; he had to walk for at least a good thirty minutes to reach Karl's, and coming face to face with the creep again wasn't something he was looking forward to. Even though George was sure of him not hurting him, as he could have done that more than enough times, he was still terrified. George didn't know what that man's plans were, or where he wanted to go with all the murders, but that didn't matter right now. He just wanted to go to safety.