A R T < 3 (Reader x Art)

5

"Her cars not here." Sienna said.

"She probably left with someone." Ryan said

"We'll see."
She drove off and to the club.

There were cops everywhere and yellow tape.

"What the fuck." You said

Sienna and you stormed out the car. Ryan following you guys behind.

"You guys can't be here. This is a crime scene."
An officer said

"I need to know. Is it Stacy?" Sienna asked

"We can't disclose that information."

"You do. I need to know I haven't heard from her since last night." Sienna yelled

A detective walked over to us.

"You have information?" He asked

I stayed silent but Sienna told them everything I told her.

"Can we bring you in for questioning?"

"Questioning? Are you serious? I can tell you everything now. I went to the bathroom. She came in and I walked out to get Sienna and leave."

"Who was the man in the bathroom?"

"I don't know he was in a costume. If he wanted to hurt someone he would have hurt me sooner. I saw him in the alley when I went for a smoke too."

"What did he say to you? Did he show any signs of aggression?"

"Nothing. He didn't talk."

"You said you saw him twice but he didn't talk? What was a male in a clown suit doing in the women's bathroom?"

"He didn't. I think it was part of the mime gag. I don't know why he was there you're gonna have to ask him. I'm done."

"It was Art. He doesn't talk." Sienna cut in

"Alright. We're gonna have to take you both in for more questions."

"What are you serious? You can't just do that." She said.

An officer began to put you both in cuffs and bring you both to the station.
~
After about an hour of questions they let you both go.

"I can not believe that shit." Sienna scoffed

You stayed silent.

"What's wrong?" She asked

"Im just in shock. I'm ready to go home."

"You can't it's too dangerous. I know it's Art. Those pictures they showed us.. that's what he does. He doesn't just kill his victims he destroys them. He's beyond brutal. He doesn't stop and he's going to keep killing until someone stops him again." She said.

"I find it hard to believe it was the same guy. Like I said, I'd be dead. I'm going home. I gotta wash this shit off."

"I killed him once."

"People don't just come back to life Sienna. He's dead. Stacy had a lot of enemies. I'll see you later."

She looked at you concerned as you began to walk home to your first floor apartment. You rented out the floor under another family in a house.
~

The first thing you wanted to do was shower off all the makeup from the night before.

You looked in the mirror as the shower heated up when you heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" You yelled

There was no response. The knocking grew louder.

Against your better judgment you opened the door a crack.

He shoved it open and let himself in and began looking around.

"What.. are you doing?"

He ignored you and kept looking around.

"Did you kill Stacy?" You blurted out

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, then shook his head yes with a grin.

"Why?" You asked calmly

He simply pointed at you.

"Because of me?"

He shook his head yes.

"Did I make you mad?"

That response confused him. He expected you to get scared or surprised.

He shook his head no.

You wrapped your arms around him as if you were thanking him.

He tilted his head in confusion and pushed you off slightly.

"Im sorry."

"Also killing her was a little crazy but I can't say she didn't have it coming. Nobodies ever done anything like that for me ever."

You know you're fucked up when you have a serial killer clown looking at you like you're crazy. That didn't really click for you tho.

He dropped the shocked look and shook his head with another theatrical smile than began rummaging thru his bag throwing out shards of bloody glass.

"You can't leave that here the police were already questioning me today. I told them I didn't know anything and defended you because, to be fair, I didn't know anything. So I wasn't lying. My friend however has it out for you."

You began picking up the glass and putting it back into his bag assuming he was trying to scare you away.

"I saw pictures of the scene already you're not going to scare me by showing me stolen evidence."

You reached into your purse and pulled out the little black box and handed it to him.

He began clapping and grabbed it. Pointing and fake laughing at the heart.

You were a deep thinker and apparently deeply messed up in the head because you rationalized the heart in the box as a romantic gesture.

"I thought it was kinda cool. Like an oddity. I wish you'd talk to me."

Although he didn't talk you could read him very well. You were also very intuitive.

His face went blank.

"Did you come here to hurt me?"

He reached into his bag again and rumbled around until he pulled out an old rusty hack saw.

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