Third Person(Author's POV)
"Foxy, hurry up!" Garrett called out to his best friend in the entire universe, Flynn, or as he likes to call him, Foxy. "Damn, wait up!" Foxy told him. Whatever, Garrett thought. The two boys were running home. To Flynn's house for a sleepover. They've known each other for the past 3 years(when they were seven). "You're so fast, it's like you teleport..." Foxy said, sheepishly. "So what? Your fast as shit aswell." Garrett reminded the other child. "So, Garrett..... I've been meaing to ask you this..... why do you hate your brother, Freddy." "What the fuck makes you think I hate him?" "Well, for one you call him Farty.... you also tend to push him down the stairs when we leave school with him. And... I just feel like it's awful that you MAKE me pick on him, too." "Look, if you wanna keep talking like I hate my little brother, I won't sleepover at your house." Assfuck, was what Foxy really wanted to say right about now(then, past verse).The two fell into silence, with the tension being awfully thick. Garrett sneezed, out of the blue. "Gesundheit... " Flynn excused his friend. "We're here, GarGar." Flynn said in a goofy voice, make Garrett chuckle. "Okay, Fox-Boy." He remarked. Foxy was rummaging through his pockets for his keys.
'It would be a shame if something were to happen tonight...'
I swear to fuckn' shit if you do anything to Garrett I will beat you out my head.
'Hehe~'
Flynn finally got his keys and unlocked the door to open it. His parents weren't home, but his six year old sister was. But little did anyone know, there was a man planning to rob the house for a month. This man was trained well to kill. Nothing is known of him, as this is first act of crime. But first act of crime? That shouldn't make anyone be too startled... or should it?
