The Inked Murders

Chapter 12: Crush

"So, what now?" Ace looked down at the bodies of their latest victims, and Spencer had an idea. "How about we go to the bar down the street? I play darts there sometimes. We could get drinks and do some stupid shit?" He spoke. Ace looked at him stupidly. He looked at him as though he had just suggested something worse than murdering. "Is that a, no?" Spencer asked. "No, no, I just didn't think you would play darts. That's all," Ace replied. The two walked out of the house, acting like nothing ever happened. They took off their masks, shoving them in the deeper pockets in Ace's coat, and started walking down the street. The sun had started to dip in the late afternoon sky, making it a little bit colder than it was when they entered the now silent little house. "You do know who the woman you killed was, right?" Ace asked tentatively. Spencer looked over at him, confused. "What? When?" He asked confused. "The chick that made that scar, of course!" Spencer ran his finger along the line, thinking. "Nope, no clue. Who was it?" He replied after a short while. Ace looked at him uncertainly and whispered "It was the chief of the police! I would have thought you knew!" Spencer stared straight ahead, thinking about the day. It would make sense. After all, he and Ace had slaughtered about half a police force that very same day. They continued walking in silence for a few more minutes until they arrived at the bar that Spencer had mentioned. It was a shabby building with a small yard out the front, and it looked like the building itself had not been repainted for at least ten years. Spencer went ahead and pushed open the door. A warm orange light poured onto his face, illuminating all of his features. He walked into the bar, passing multiple different tables. He had to check if Ace was following him multiple times just to make sure he wasn't lost. Spencer found the darts board and joined a new game. Some of the men greeted him, and he smiled back. Spencer Went over and picked up a few darts, and patiently awaited his turn. He smiled back at Ace, who had sat down at a table and was ordering a drink, by the looks of things. Someone tapped spencer on the shoulder, signaling his turn. He turned and threw all but one of his darts in quick succession, really aiming for it, to impress Ace- No, not that, just to get a good score for some free drinks, yes, that would be it. He looked over at Ace and called out to him, and while still looking at him, threw the dart at the board. Ace's expression changed in an instant, going from attentive to holding back laughter. Spencer reeled around, looking at the board. The dart hadn't even hit it and was sticking out of the wall beside it lazily. He put his hand up to his face and pinched in between his eyes, "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He'd just made a fool of himself infront of the whole bar. And infront of Ace. No! What the hell, he wasn't like this, he was just being an idiot. Besides, he was 18, of course it was natural to want to experiment with relationships... "No! Fuck, what the hell?" he cursed under his breath. He walked over to Ace and sat down silently, Ace still pissing himself laughing. "Oh, shut up," he said in a playful serious tone. Ace looked up at him, still smirking slightly. Spencer blushed, turning away quickly. "I have to go" he snapped, and he ran to the bathroom. "I'll still be here when you get back!" Called Ace. Spencer didn't stop to acknowledge the statement. He ran through the door, slamming it behind him. He stared at the mirror infront of him, recounting what had just happened. He stared at Ace, and wanted to just shove him against a wall, pinning him so he couldn't move, so he could just kiss him as though nothing else mattered. Spencer remembered the way he looked at him, the way Ace's smile wiped across his face, the way the light danced across his delicate features, the way his eyes reflected the lanterns behind him. "What the fuck," He sobbed gently, "What the actual FUCK?!". A second later a loud sounded against the door. "Oi, you good in there?" It was Ace again. Spencer shouted back that he was fine, knowing full well he wasn't, and left the room.

Half an hour later

"Jus' one more game?" Spencer asked Ace, who was trying to walk out of the building with Spencer hanging over his shoulders like a child. "No, Spencer! You are drunk as fuck!" Spencer bowed his head into Ace's back, giggling like an 8-year-old. "What's your problem?" Ace snapped. "Hehe, that rhymed- Drunk as fuck, haha" His voice trailed off, and Ace rolled his eyes. Spencer heard the faint sound of someone running behind them, trying to tell Ace but just mumbling incoherently in his drunken state. The runner caught up with them and tapped Spencer on the shoulder. He turned around to see a boy, probably his age with dark, scruffy hair, a chiseled face and a skater boy like outfit looking down at him, frowning slightly. "Hey, I saw you dropped your wallet on the way out, so... here you go I guess?" he handed out a leather wallet to Spencer who took it and mumbled gratefully. "Thanks, mistor-?" He slurred "Christian," the boy said. Spencer straightened himself up a bit and said in a tone that was much different than usual, "Well, Christian. Come home with ush, we 'ave a spare couch, right, Acey?" Ace looked at him as though he had just suggested something worse than murder. "Is he normally like this?" Christian pointed to Spencer who in turn pointed at himself, raising his eyebrows higher than what should be possible. "No! He- Not at all! This is the first I've seen him like this,"

They continued walking in the dark for a bit, when Spencer started rambling on about some random stuff, before stopping walking and straightening himself again. Ace turned to face him, and Christian stopped dead in his tracks to face him too. "Ya do know I luv you, wite?" Ace turned to face Christian, both of them looking equally surprised. "Now, Spencer, is this the alcohol, tiredness or you just being honest for once?" Ace asked in a voice that one would use when talking to a toddler. "Bita bof'" he slurred. Spencer hiccupped sluggishly and everything went black.

Spencer woke up with a raging headache the next morning. "What-?" Ace walked over, smiling slightly. "Morning, sleepyhead" he said tiredly. Behind him, another guy walked out. He was probably Spencer's age with dark, scruffy hair, a chiseled face and was missing a shirt. "What the FUCK?! ACE WHO IS THIS GUY?! AND WHY IS HE HALF NAKED?! DID YOU FUCK OR SOMETHING?!" Spencer yelled. He got up and ran for Ace's pistol, when Ace himself stopped him. "Spencer, you were probably too drunk to remember, but you invited him here last night after he brought your wallet back to you- ""SO THIS FUCKER IS A THIEF?!" Spencer yelled again. "NO! He found it on the floor where YOU dropped it! His name is Christian, by the way." Spencer looked at Christian carefully. Christian waved awkwardly, and Spencer finally agreed to not try and kill him. "Also, Spencer?" Ace's voice shook him from staring suspiciously at Christian, mmm, Ace's voice, He looked over at Ace, who took his glance as an invitation to keep talking. "So last night,"" In your overly drunken state, might I add," Christian chimed in, Ace continued, "Well, you said that you loved me, and I was just checking if that was the alcohol or-?" Spencer put his hand on his neck, rubbing the back of his lower head nervously. Christian cupped his hands over his mouth and made a sort of sound you might hear come from a monkey. "So, it was true?" Ace asked. Spencer sat down on the couch, his head in his hands. "Yeah," he chuckled slightly, "Yeah, that's... not exactly how you were meant to find out, haha." Ace came over and sat down beside him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Spencer looked over at him, his eyes watery and his cheeks blushing furiously. Ace ran his free hand through Spencer's hair and down the side of his face, chuckling slightly. Spencer looked at Ace, once again examining his face. His deep brown eyes, the freckles dotted around his face, the hair dropping across his face, his sweet smile- Ace pressed himself on Spencer, the two of them closer than they had ever been before, specifically around the mouth's general area. Spencer was slightly taken by surprise but was also experiencing more happiness than he had felt in a long while. Go for it, you idiot. Spencer snaked his hand up the side of Ace's face, both of them pulling back at the same time. They chuckled lightly, and leant in again, only to be interrupted by a loud yell from Christian. Spencer and Ace looked over in unison, to see Christian with the fridge open and pointing at something inside. Ace looked over at Spencer. "Shit- I may have put a head in there a while ago."