Dementophobia || Sanders Sides

6. Morning Spite

This book is just me writing all of my more gorey thoughts. That's literally what happened here.

TW: swearing, talk of gore/death, talk of gangs, Stalking, threats, Arguing,

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Roman, both surprisingly and unsurprisingly, didn't try to run in the night. And somehow, he managed to keep from touching Virgil's things.

Virgil had expected something to be touched. Anything. Even if it was just the bedside table. Roman was a stalker with an obsession, of course he would touch something. Yet, not a single thing in the room was out of place as far as Virgil he tell.

More surprising than the fact that he hadn't run, Roman was making breakfast. It had all of the qualities of a domestic lifestyle, with none of the love and care. Waking up to someone who was your stalker making you breakfast after having watched you kill someone wasn't domestic in the slightest. It was more like a plea for more time alive than it was a silent showing of affection.

"Are you trying to poison me, or are you actually making breakfast?" Virgils voice was groggy as grasp of sleep slowly slipped off of him. Roman rolled his eyes, flipping over the eggs he was frying. Virgil couldn't remember the last time he'd bothered with making breakfast.

"I'm frying eggs. If I'm going to be stuck here I might as well make something to eat."

"I mean, you could've tried to run. I'm actually surprised you didn't."

"I felt safer here after last night," Roman said. He switched off the stove, dividing the eggs between two plates and handing one to Virgil.

"Why the hell would you feel safer with someone who murdered someone else in front of you?" Virgil took a bite of the eggs. He didn't care about the possibility of poison at this point. He was hungry, and there was food. Might as well get something out of this. Plus, they didn't taste half bad. "That makes no sense."

"I would've been in more danger in my own apartment."

"So who was that person? You seem to know them."

"I don't know them specifically," Roman said. "But I did recognize the tattoo on their wrist." There had been a tattoo on their wrist? In all honestly, Virgil hadn't been paying that much attention.

"Then tell me what you know, unless you don't value the blood in your veins." Roman rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his food.

"All you had to do was ask. Threatening people has to get tiring."

"Just tell me the god damned information."

"Fine, fine," Roman muttered. "That idiot was from one of the two main gangs, Talon Smoke."

"I've never even heard of them. What do they want with you?" Virgil asked.

"Uhm.... my twin might be the leader of the opposing gang, the Sewer Rats. The two gangs might also be in a giant feud at the moment." Roman laughed sheepishly. "I technically wasn't supposed to be in this city, since it's controlled by the Talon Smoke gang, but you were pretty and I got attached. It's not a surprise that Talon Smoke figured out I was here eventually."

"Oh dear god," Virgil muttered. "You got in the middle of a fucking gang feud because you thought I was pretty? You're far dumber than I thought."

"Hey, you should be glad that you're even still alive!" Roman protested.

"And why the hell would I have been dead?" Virgil paused, narrowing his eyes. "Come to think of it, you said something about everyone else you stalked dying. What, are you some murderer?"

"I didn't kill anyone! It's not my fault that my twin is protective and he doesn't like that I become obsessed with people to the point of stalking!" Virgil groaned. He wanted to slam his head into a wall until he forgot everything that had just happened.

"You're a stalker! That is completely your fault!" Virgil snapped. "I almost don't blame him for having them killed!"

"You're being unfair." Roman was pouting, and Virgil hated it. He wanted to carve a smile into his face, if only to keep the expression off of his face.

"You stalked me," Virgil hissed. "Your twin seems to have more sense than you do in that regard. What the hell is going to happen now? I killed that idiot last night, and now you're telling me he was part of some major gang! Think about what that could cause!"

"Well I didn't know you were a murderer!"

"You know you were in Talon Smoke's territory! Something would have happened either way. If I wasn't a murderer we both would be who knows where!"

"I didn't think that far ahead." Roman huffed. "We'll be fine as long as they don't figure out where your apartment is. Talon Smoke especially likes to take revenge for lives lost, so we're pretty much screwed if they know where we are."

"You are so lucky I don't work today. Now I have to deal with this shit."

"It'll be fine."

As soon as the statement left Roman's mouth there was a series of slow knocks on the door to the apartment.

"Shit."

864 words.