End Of The Line (SeaMexican)

Day 4015

Hi guys! This is my new SeaMexican fanfiction. I'm writing these chapters at hopefully more than 1,000 words each, and I'll be editing these a lot more for grammar and spelling errors. Hopefully I get up a chapter a week, maybe more if I have a lot of time on my hands. Thank you so much for reading, and enjoy!

~ S.J.

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Adam Montoya raised his red solo cup to himself, watching the minuscule television that sat in the corner of the hotel room. The news channel in Hong Kong at this moment reported the most brutal murder they had seen in years, of a man torn limb from limb, every appendage nailed onto a wall in the shape of a very crude and bloody letter S.

The man chuckled, throwing back a long swig of the energy drink in his cup. He loved watching reporters and police scramble for clues but find none. Adam knew better, he wouldn't dare leave behind a stray hair or fingerprint.

In the days leading up to his birthday, the infamous Seananners had been going all out with his kills. Across the globe, as crazy as they got. The most recent extermination in Kowloon, Hong Kong, the slaughter in Quebec, Canada, the butchering in Cusco, Brazil, the assassination in N'Djamena, Chad, and on and on. Adam Montoya kept a busy lifestyle. He spent half of his life traveling for his schemes, and the other half supplying the local television channels with new words for murder. So far, the list remained quite extensive.

Now, on this very day, he turned twenty-four, and he really wanted to make the homicide spectacular. He decided on good old San Fransisco, California, for the celebration. His target: Max Lorenzo Gonzalez, a YouTuber with quite a personality. Adam liked his spunk, and he would be perfect for his first "famous" kill. He had never thought of going after a person in the public eye until he stumbled upon Max.

Max was outgoing, adorable, creative, and lovable. The kind of person Adam loved to see sad and pleading for their life. It was sadistic, yes, but so was he.

He finished off his energy drink, discarded of the cup and brushed off his black jeans. Nanners cracked his knuckles and grabbed his backpack and skateboard. He had a location in his head of exactly where his target would be in thirty minutes, and it was time for stage one.

In his book, stage one was knowing your target. He liked to get to know the person before he killed them, just do it felt more personal. Adam liked it personal; it seemed as if Nanners was more than just a psychopath. He was a temporary friend to these people.

It was edging on nine o'clock, and Adam knew Max would be making an appearance with his friends at Neon City in downtown San Fransisco. It would be the perfect time to strike and take the man back to his hotel. Gonzalez would probably claim his heterosexuality, but that was nothing a few shots and Adam's lips couldn't change.

To make it clear, he wasn't a rapist though. That was just messed up. Murder was all cool in his book, but sexually taking advantage of a drunk person was gross.

Adam skated up to the club as Max arrived, but slunk into the crowd so as not to be seen. He tucked his skateboard behind a dumpster and slipped in through the club's back entrance.

The music thrummed through his bones the second he stepped foot into the building. He would probably be deaf by tomorrow, good lord. Adam took a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and slid one out, clutching it between his fingers. Locating Max, he danced his way over, holding up the cigarette.

"Hey, man, you got a light?" Adam yelled over the music, grinning and running his free hand through his hair.

Max dug a lighter from his pocket, nodding. Nanners slid the cigarette between his lips, and the other lit it. The man took a long drag and smiled. Max snatched it from his fingers, taking a drag himself.

"Someone's awfully cheeky," Adam laughed, raising his eyebrows.

"It's only a fair trade," Max snickered, passing it back. "I'm Max Gonzalez."

"Adam. But most people call me Nanners."

"I like Adam better," the man replied, taking Nanner's hand. "You feel like buying me a drink?"

"I'll buy you a drink any day, Gonzalez," Nanners smiled and pulled the other to the bar. He ordered two shots of cinnamon whiskey.

Max's face furrowed, but he took it and immediately threw it down his throat. He coughed, but still laughed as he did. Adam grinned and laughed, doing his shot with a smile.

"One more round, bartender!" Max called to their server, chuckling.

They did indeed do one more round, and then the pair moved back out into the throng of dancing men and women. Adam curled his arms around Max's neck, and the pair partied hard. After about two hours, Adam finally checked his watch. Two till eleven. Maybe early in retrospect to how late most people partied, but edging on close to midnight for Nanners.

"Wanna get out of here?" Nanners raised an eyebrow, trailing his index finger down Max's chest. Gonzalez nodded, grinning and tugging him towards the door.

"Do you live far?" Max mumbled, already attaching his lips to Adam's neck. The boy laughed softly, fidgeting and connecting their lips.

"Just around the corner, Gonzalez. Calm down," Nanners laughed, hurrying them to the hotel. Max began undoing the buttons on Adam's shirt as they stepped into the lobby and onto the elevator.

"You're an eager one, aren't you?"

"Only when it comes to someone like you," the Mexican man growled, nipping at the other's neck playfully, "and just so you know, I'm not drunk. This isn't the Fireball talking."

Adam grinned, but in his head he knew the real reason. This couldn't be going better. Max was acting much more open about this than he had expected. Nanners scanned his key card at his room, allowing himself to be pushed up against the wall. Their lips connected, hard and passionate, the smaller man's legs curling around Max's waist.

He shut his eyes, savoring the kiss until he felt a sudden pressure up against his throat. Adam wanted to tell Max that asphyxiation wasn't really up his alley, but the man didn't remove his strong hands from his throat. Nanners gasped for air, looking confused and terrified.

Max shook his head, scowling. "Too cocky, Nanners. Or should I call you Adam Montoya, or maybe infamous serial killer Seananners? I can't believe you were so naïve; we had such high hopes for your progress."

Adam struggled to knock Max away, but it was no use. He kicked and gasped until his vision darkened, and Gonzalez finally let him drop to the floor.

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So, thoughts? Comment anything you have to say, including suggestions, corrections, or just whatever you want! Thank you for reading, and as always, go ahead and add this to your library! My update days from now on will hopefully be Tuesday.

~ S.J.