Mad (Reprise) ☆ MCSTARR

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"When you feel the last bit of breath leaving their body, you're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!" - Ted Bundy

Dayum I haven't been in this account for a long-ass time. Really sorry for the long wait guys x

Also I'm not playing anymore. This book's going to get DARK.

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"If you're gonna stay here, at least don't stink like a fucking morgue!" Ringo grumbled, throwing one of his mother's boyfriends' shirt towards Paul's direction. The older man swiftly caught it, crinkling his nose at the band logo printed on it.

"Backstreet Boys?" Paul raised an eyebrow, making the teenager huff.

"Blame my stepdad's shitty taste in music...." Ringo trailed off, eyes widening when the older man yanked his shirt off, revealing pale, firm skin littered with scars and chest hair.

Oh god oh god look away-

"Where's your ciggies?"

"P-Pardon?"

Paul tugged the shirt over his head. It was a size smaller, defining the outline of his chest and arms. "I know you smoke, hon."

Muttering a few words under his breathe, Ringo reluctantly trudged over to the television. Paul narrowed his eyes at him, tense shoulders laxing when the boy revealed a half-empty pack of cheap cigarettes and a faded pink lighter.

"Jus' don't finish it."

"Of course I won't," Paul smirked, leaving a red smudge on Ringo's fingertips when he snatched a cancer stick. He watched the younger boy take one, nearly dropping it with how much his hands were shaking. "Light me up, babe."

I wish. Ringo thought, praying the curtains in his eyes were shut because god knows murderers knew body language better than a psychologist. After two clicks a petite flame burst out, snapping and hissing at the end of their cigarettes.

"How long have you smoked?"

"Planning to tell my mum when she comes back?" Ringo joked, taking in the burn in his lungs.

"Mhm, if she lives that long." Paul grinned at the frightened look that formed in the youth's face. "I'm kidding, dolly, I won't hurt her."

"O-Oh," As soon as he blew out the smoke, his trembling lips immediately took the stick again.

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"She was just another slut," The witness scrunched up his face. "Theres a hundred of decent girls missing but a goddamn prostitute is where you draw the line."

"It is still a murder, sir, if you could just please tell us anything about last night-"

"I told you, I don't know anything-"

John let out a stressful hiss, temples throbbing. They were going in fucking circles and if the asshole kept it up, who knows where he could be?

"You've got a daughter, right?" John broke in the middle of the man's rambling.

He tensed a bit at the mention. "Yeah. What's it to you?"

"How do you know McCartney's gonna stop at prostitutes? What's your daughter to a murderer like him?"

"I..."

"If you know anything about him, we'll be able to stop him before he goes out again." He lowered his voice, jaw taut. "Have you seen him last night, or not?"