𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 1980 (BL)

𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 1980

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About the new kid," Mr. Wolfgang started as he looked at the boy beside him while they were currently on the large front balcony. "What about him?" Mark asked, tilting his head. Mr. Wolfgang just let out a sigh, "Nothing. Anyways, how was Nicklaus's birthday? Did you give him the bodies?"

"Yes, I did, and obviously he liked them. After mutilating them, he disposed of them in the acid and left some flesh for Shane," Mark explained. Mr. Wolfgang nodded his head but then sighed again, "Next time, try not to get caught, all of you."

"Then I guess we have to dispose of more bodies if we keep getting caught-"

Mark was cut off when a hand smacked the back of his head. "Enough with that, young man. Just don't get caught," came the stern voice. Mark could only muster a fake hurt expression as he rubbed his head, while Mr. Wolfgang shook his head. Then the old man suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right. What about the twins? What about Shane?"

Mark nervously smiled, "Unfortunately, Shane scared the new boy with a kitchen knife again." Mr. Wolfgang chuckled, "Well, that's okay since I can't do anything about it... Just don't let him eat him." Mr. Wolfgang's expression turned serious with his last words. "He may want to eat him, but I'm sure he's not going to do that."

Raising an eyebrow, Mr. Wolfgang asked, "And how are you sure of that?" The old man questioned further, "He kissed him," Mark simply stated, leaving the old man dumbfounded. "You know, Shane never kisses or touches his prey if he's just going to kill and eat them, but this time he did. He did that to Beckett."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means he's sparing Beckett's life."

"Oh really? You know that boy can be manipulative; he might just end up eating him too," Mr. Wolfgang said. Mark took in a deep breath before exhaling, "Anyways, why him though? He's normal, he's nothing like us. Do you remember the last time you let a new helper join us, and we ended up hating her instead."

Mr. Wolfgang could only lightly nod his head, "That new kid may be normal, but that's the point. Him being normal will make all of you want to drive him crazy. Besides, if you don't like him, then maybe his body would be in the acid by now." Mark stared at him in awe and then chuckled, "Mr. Wolfgang, are you... perhaps... testing us?"

"Hm, what else?"

"You're crazy," Mark said, followed by a light laugh. "You chose him because he's too innocent for all of this, didn't you?" Mr. Wolfgang just gave him a dulcet smile, agreeing with him.

"What about you, Mark? When was the last time you killed someone?"

"Uh... last year? I'm not in the mood right now to butcher someone though," Mark said. He realized that he might appear as the nice guy or the most normal-looking one among them, but his mind had always been tainted red. As a child of a butcher, seeing his father butchering meats sparked murderous tendencies in him. He didn't have the urge to try it on animals like cows or pigs; instead, he wanted to do it to humans.

"That's it, Mark, you're becoming more sane these days, and I'm not pleased by it."

"Don't worry, mister, I wasn't brought here to be sane; I was brought here to be insane, right?" Mark said with a wide smile on his face as the old man chuckled, "You know me, kid, you know me."