His Idol

The resident.

Cyrus was shaken up after the killer spared his life. Cyrus looked over and noticed the "man?" Had already left... No trace of him being here was left except for the dead woman that had dark old blood still gurgling out of her throat.

Even though Cyrus adored serial killers.. He didn't know how to feel about this one. Cyrus decided to use the woman's body to maneuver himself up since that was the only thing closer to him..

Cyrus grabbed the woman's blouse and tried getting up. It took a few tries because he threw up at least two times and when he did, he lost his balance. This was definitely the worst day of his life.

Cyrus finally got up... He accidentally stepped on the pile of vomit. As he limped towards the closest house, he saw a rat scurry out of a sewer in front of him.. The rat looked like it had rabies, the rat hissed at him before running back into the sewer..

Cyrus limped faster towards the closest house... He fell onto the pavement of someone's front drive way... Cyrus began to cry. Ugly tears ran down his face as he pitied himself.

Just as Cyrus thought he couldn't take it anymore.. He felt a hand touch his back. He looked over and saw an older man. The older man asked, "Are you alright, boy?"

Cyrus looked at the man and shook his head no, he didn't have the strength to speak or even move his mouth. Cyrus kept crying, pressured by all the stressful, traumatic, and gruesome scenes he had just saw. all of a sudden he felt super dizzy. then after a matter of seconds everything went black, he blacked out...

hours and upon hours later he woke up on a couch with a blanket covering him and some warm soup on the living room table for him. he felt horrible.. he felt like he got thrown in a dumpster, got bitten by poisonous snakes, and ate unconsumable food.

the old resident looked over at Cyrus, the old man seemed about 75 at most and had dark grey frail hair. the old man had blueish grayish eyes that held a deep concern in them. the old resident reached over and grabbed the warm soup, giving the soup to Cyrus.

Cyrus was beyond hungry but felt kind of uneasy, he didn't know this old man. What if the old man tried poisoning him? drugging him? or worse...killing him.. the old resident caught onto the boys slight unease and said, "don't worry, I won't hurt ye." The old man reassured. The Old man seemed to have an out of date accent, one that seemed country but also city-ish.

As Cyrus looked over, he noticed that the the mans house had been decorated with clues and files. There were some folders on the coffee table that he hadn't noticed until now.

the folders seemed to be private information about a serious topic. Cyrus wondered what that was doing there and asked, "why are there folders everywhere? why do you have files on the kitchen table???" Cyrus asked, confused as to why there were so many of them.

The old man's face darkened, he turned serious fast. Cyrus was super curious now and wondered why there were so many. now that the old man had specifically made it clear it was a serious topic, Cyrus wanted to know.