Partners in Crime (boyxboy)

Prologue

5 Years Ago

He could hear his father's drunken footsteps coming up the stairs. Heavy grunts and groans echoed in the air. If he took in a deep breath of air, he could probably smell the alcohol that was obviously on his father.

'Drunk-ass bastard.' he thought to himself.

His hand slowly reaches toward his bedside table. He grabs hold of the heel of a knife and hides it under the covers, keeping it in reach. Staring at the door, his eyes were adjusted to the dark and was prepared for anything.

Soon his door flew open and banged against the wall. He wasn't affected by the noise as he is used to it. His grip on the knife tightened as he prepares for the storm to come.

"Wake up you little bitch." his father slurred.

"Get away from me." the boy growled. He sits up straight but kept the knife hidden. "I'm warning you." he threatened.

His father only laughed drunkly as he took the threat as empty words. "What will you do about it?" he challenged. He reaches out to grab his son by the throat. But just before his farther's hand touched him, he was stabbed straight through the palm.

"I will simply kill you." the son responded gleefully.

A loud scream escaped his father as he wrenches his hand away. He stumbles backwards out of the room and falls on to his back. "You little bastard!" he screamed.

"I'm the bastard? Who was the one who tormented me, raped me, and beat me ever since Mom left us? Huh!?" his son challenged him. He jumps out of bed and walks tauntingly toward his father. "I've had enough of your shit! It's time for you to pay!" With a swift move, he sinks the knife in to his father's foot. The blade slipped through his foot, and the tip touches the floor from the other side.

His father screamed loudly as his foot bled. "STOP!" he begged.

"NO!" his son screamed.

Ripping the knife out of his foot, the son jumps on top of his overweight father and starts to stab him. He kept both hands on the knife to keep a grip from slipping. Blood started to splatter all over the floor, the walls, and on the son.

It felt as if all pain and stress he had felt for so many years just lifted off his shoulders. The more he stabbed the bastard, the more he became happy. He starts to stab faster. Letting out loud laughter as he did so. He felt as if he could do this forever.

Flashing blue and red lights stopped him. He stops his repeated stabs to take a breath. His father was long dead. The lifelessness in his father's eyes made him smile.

The wailing sound of sirens caught his attention. Looking out the window that stood at the end of the hall. He saw police cars standing outside the house. "Aw. I can't continue my fun." he said disappointed. He looks down at his father with a lopsided grin. "At least I got my revenge." he said gleefully.

Quickly, he jumps off the corpse and ran to the bedroom that stood opposite of his room. He snatches a backpack he had lying on the guest bed. Then he opens the window and climbs out. Just as he hears the front door break down from downstairs.

"NYPD!" screamed out a powerful voice.

'Too late, coppers. I'm already gone.' he thought as he jumps out the window.