Stockholm Syndrome (Tokio Hotel/Bill Kaulitz Fanfiction)

The Broken

It's short like my hair ;)

Enjoy and give me your theories, tell me what you gather at the end on the comments!

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He looked at the dirty clothes in the bin; he had thrown them there before getting in the shower.

The only thing on his mind was a simple idea, a simple sentence that helped him sleep at night.

It's all for us.

He threw the match on the bin and watched as the flames consumed the blood stained shirt and jeans, his shoes too and his underwear as well, just to make sure. He was disgusted by the last thing he'd done, they had suffered so much, he didn't like to hear the daughter pleading while her mother bled to dead, he didn't like the way she had cried out in defeat when he touched her and he didn't like it either that the silence was so immense on their home once they had both been cut into pieces.

It's all for us; he repeated to himself in silence, but images ran before his eyes. After all these years, almost twenty years later, he still remembered vividly how that man had killed her. He had been scared and didn't make a sound but couldn't shut his eyes while the screaming and the pleading got louder, the little boy next to him kept quiet too but he tried not to look. He wished he hadn't looked. He wished they were all together, but the man he'd seen from inside his mother's closet was stuck in his mind, and the mystery of who he was would hunt him to the day he died.

He sniffed loudly and roughly cleaned the tear that had escaped through his left eye. He had to find the little boy.

"It's all for us." He got to work on getting rid of what was left inside the bin.

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They had managed to put policemen outside the remaining three women's houses in the list Bill had made after the first murder. It had been hard, the last couple of days he had been going on and on about what was happening but he could only suspect of the husband's and he knew most of them couldn't have made any of that. The forensic had been able to identify the weapon used to cut and stab the bodies, Detective Kaulitz was finally moving forward.

Bill drove without Listing into a hunter's and camper's store, they had all sorts of hunting knives and he knew the owner.

"What canna do for ya t'day boy?" The man behind the counter asked Bill as he looked around the shelves. "Oh, yah... Detective, what brings ya here?"

"Do you sell this sort of knife?" He put a picture of the knife on the counter and the short welsh looked at it for a few seconds before going into the back of the store. Bill waited as patiently as he could and when the short man came back, pulling the messy brown curls away from his greasy face he asked again. "Well, do you?"

"Yes, a very special kind." He showed him the knife; it had a short blade with dented teeth on one side and a sharp smoother blade on the other side. The handle was small and Bill refused to hold it in his hand. "You can survive out there with only this and a smart brain."

"You can, can't you?" The welsh man nodded. "So, can you tell me who have you sold this very special kind of knifes to?" The blonde asked.

"Well..." He looked down at his feet.

Bill crossed his arms over his chest.

"Don't play with me; it's not your day." The welsh man still tried.

"Maybe if you could..."

Bill grabbed the man by the collar, completely ignoring the stares from a couple of boys behind him, they had only gone into the store to find sleeping bags, they were frozen in place when the tall blonde used his strength to pull the owner of the store over the counter by holding the collar of his shirt.