Assassin [dylmas]

42.

They got up and drove to his villa. Dyan wasn't there and Thomas felt pain. He ate supper with his mum and stayed in the kitchen waiting and staring at the clock. After midnight the front door opened and Thomas heard quick footsteps in the hall. Dylan must have noticed the light in the kitchen because he walked in quietly.

„I waited for you," Thomas ywned and smiled to the boy.

„Thomas I can't do it," Dylan stopped opposite the boy.

„This is our only chance to catch him," said Thoams.

„Thomas if I will pull the trigger and fire into you I will become a monster again. You make me remember that I'm a moser," Dylan shouted and Thomas jumped up.

„You're not amonster. You're a human, a perfect kind a loving person I love," Thomas was shouting too.

They've never argued like this before an Thomas felt shocked and afraid.

„I'm not. If I would be what you picture in me I wouldn't be who I am," said Dylan.

„And who ae you," Thoms flt ters rolling down his face.

„A murder," whispered Dylan turnig around.

Thomas swallowed his tears and run out of the kitchen. He felt so broke. He saw Dylan killing people but only to protect him. He knew it wasn't always like that and that he couldn't picture how much of a burden his boyfriend's sins were, but he refused to belive that Dylan was a bad person.

He run to the stairs but befor he could reach them he felt a pair of strong hands grabbing his waist and holding him back.

„I'm so sorry, love," Dylan's breath was between his hair and his hot lips brushed the back of his neck.

„Never say things like that again," whispered Thomas feeling his heart expding from pain and pleasure.

He managed to turen around and Dylan buried his face in Thomas' nck. Thoams hugged him tightly inhaling his scent.

„Come upstairs," whispered Thomas and Dylan looked at him.

Before Thomas could take another breath Dylan crushed his lips on the boy ones kissing him roughly and with all the passion. He grabbed Thomas' butts and lifted the boy pressing him to a wall so hard that a Monet painting colide with his back and hit the floor.

„Ups," Dylan let go of Thomas' lips. „I won't earn enough in a lifetime to pay back for this," whispered Dylan.

„kiss me you ididt," Thomas pressed his tongue in the boy's mouth.

They giggled in th kiss.

Houres later when Dylan was sleeping with his head on Thoms chest and the youner boy was plaing with his short black hair and thinking, Thomas deicided to visit the dedective Zero knew, and who had talkd to him and his mother so many times after all this atacks that had happend in the prevous weeks, and ask him some quiestions.

It was the next evening and Thomas waited on a chair in the police station corridor, while a older lady next to him told him a story of her being robbed by her own son and his friend.

Thomas listened politely not realy interested in the story.

„Mrs. Velsqiez," a young deputy called the lady and she got up.

„It was nice to talk to you young man," she said to Thomas and he faked a smile.

He was so gald her constant voice in his right ear stopped. He leaned in the chair and glanced at the clock. It was getting late and he decided to spend the last night before the premier with Dylan, Dylan only.

He found himself missing his boyfriend a moment after they were lesving the bed or parting ways. Last night they damaged his mum's favourite painting and Thomas woke up early and repaired the frame before she notcied. He really hoped she won't because he knew how upset she would be. He giggled to his thoughts. For tonight he brought two boxes of rose petals into the house and bought his mum a ticket for a super long opera. He had a plan to spoil Dylan with a lot of little things including a bath in the marble bathtube filled with the rosepetals hot watter, flower smelling oil, and surronded by vnilla candles.

"Thomas" dectective Harrenburg stopped next to the boy and Thomas woke up from a vivid vision of him kissing away watterdorps from Dylan's wet body in teh bathtube.

„Yes sir" Thomas blushed hard and got up.

The man looked at him in a strange way but Thomas ignored it.

„What do you want to talk about?" the detective opened a door to a quiet room with only one table.

„When I was cought in the wine basement on the island I overheard the assassins speaking about someone, and I wondered who this person is," Thomas shivered.

„Sit down please" the detiective pointed at on of the chairs and Thomas took it quickly.

„Who was i?" asked the man taking place opposite to Thomas.

„I only know the nickname" Thomas started to dig his nails in his own hand. „Arrow" he said hoping he won't bring Dylan in trouble by being to curious or stupid.

„Arrow" the detective went pale. „It's impossible, the assassin you're talking about is dead."

"Oh that's good sir, I'm glad" Thomas faked a smile of relief.

It took all of his acting talent and practice to play this scene honestly.

„I pitied the boy a little. He was a orphan, adopted by killers. They're also dead. They were killed during the assassins fight on the island, were they tried to kill you. Their names were Latya and Mark" detective Harrenburg shook his head and Thomas treid to act calmly.

He felt pain hearing the names Dylan whispered in his sleeps or shouted in the night when he woke up from his nightmares.

„Arrow was nearly your age, he woud be 21 now. A very young boy, with such a bad life. He escaped his adoptive parents, but continued their path killing people. . . and than he died, commiting suicuide, the body we found was one mess, unable to indentify," the dedective shook his head.

„That's sad," Thomas tensed.

Dylan's never told him he used someone's boy to fake his death. Was he really the monster he called himself.

„But I don't belive he was a bad person. Wait here, I'll show you something,"the detective got up and Thoams shivered.

He nodded and the old man left the room. Thomas sat there waiting in the vibrating silence.

Long minutes later detective Harrenburg returned. He placed a gery file on the table.

„It's from our archive. Here, read it. maybe it will give you some hope in this dark days, and show you not all of them are the same. I'll be in my office if you'll need me. If not just leave the file on the table when you're done. Goodnight Mr. Sangster," the detecitve walked to the door.

„Good night sir," whispered Thomas but the man closed the door behind him.

And so Thomas was left alone with the file in front of him. Trembeling more then ever. He finally managed to grab the papers with his trembling hands and opened it.