The car came to a stop and Jack turned to Alex, but kept his eyes off of him. “I’ll get rid of it.” He muttered, before flinging the door beside him open and storming to the back of the car. He pulled the trunk open, revealing a large black garbage bag laying on the surface. Using all of his strength, he lugged the bag out of it and dragged it across the ground, towards the river. Gritting his teeth, he searched around for a couple rocks to put inside the bag, in order to sink it. It was their usual procedure - it earned the two some time before someone to find the body, and by then, any fingerprints had long washed away, leaving nothing to trace back to the pair of killers.
Meanwhile, back in the car, Alex rested his arm against the car door - tapping his fingers along it idly and waiting for the younger boy to return. He’d be lying if he said he was scared, because - in all honesty - he was absolutely, one hundred per cent used to this. Although, he’d started to get a little panicky for the day when Jack would ask him to dump the body, instead of doing it himself. Unlike Jack, Alex wasn’t the one to touch his victims, in both sexual and non-sexual ways, he didn’t like being touched himself; the contact made him feel sick. Jack had mentioned something about Haphephobia - the fear of being touched, he’d come to the conclusion that the younger had it and even though they didn’t take him to the doctors about it - they couldn’t go to the doctors, they were serial killers, wanted by the police - Alex believed him, because, after all, Jack was the leader of the two and Jack was always right.
Alex didn’t really know why he allowed Jack to be in charge most of the time, after all, he was older than the boy. Maybe it was because Jack was undoubtedly a sociopathic murderer, or maybe it was simply because he intimidated Alex. No, Alex wasn’t scared of him, was he?
To be honest, Alex didn’t know how Jack hadn’t managed to kill him yet; he must annoy the other at least three times a day, maybe even more. But, he’s not going to lie, he too gets this sickening rush of pleasure when he kills, and that’s what make him and Jack alike. What makes them both tick; knowing that there’s one less person to roam and spread their filth around this disgusting excuse of a planet.
When Alex heard the car door click open once again, he lifted his gaze towards the younger male as he stepped back inside, letting out a fairly annoyed sigh. He wasn’t hesitant to start the vehicle back up, before he sped down the backroads leading to their small cabin in the woods. It was the ideal place for them to set up camp - they had hundreds of acres to themselves, thus making it so no one else knew that they were even there.
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two, the post-fight tension that hung in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Alex was used to it, but it, to this day, frightened the older boy, to say the least. It took an awfully long time for Jack to cool down after they were to fight, so any little thing that Alex did had the potential to set him off once again.
Alex, like many other things about the other boy, didn’t understand why exactly his temper was so short. Maybe his parents were like it and he simply picked up on it; Maybe it was something to do with his past, or it could just be Jack needing anger management classes. Alex swore that half of the younger’s mood swings made him seem like he was fucking pmsing or some shit - and, frankly, it pissed him off too. That’s how their arguments always begin.
Alex let out a silent scoff at his thoughts, but not silent enough.
'’What?’’ Jack almost spat.
‘’What?’’ Alex repeated.
‘’You,’’ he began.
‘’What do you mean?’’
‘’All I’m saying is that if you have something to say then say it,’’ Jack growled.
‘’Excuse me? I didn’t fuckin’ say anything anyway, what the fuck are you talking about?’’ Alex replied, his tone just as same as the younger’s.
