Constant Flow

Orlando Parrish & Killian Osbourne

I never thought I'd see Mason again after the night that changed both of our lives. I put that day under lock and key in my mind and my heart.

But after seeing him two days ago, I can't help but think back to a time when my life had more meaning and substance.

I was a college freshman, and out to save the world. Only the world didn't want to be saved and it ate me up and spit me out.

Mason and Dean were my world that year. They were seniors and the pick of the campus. I met them when I had accidentally puked on Deans shoes, from drinking too much. After that they become my shadows, shaking down any advances from upper class men.

That eventually lead to me and Dean falling for each other. Or so I thought. I was young and immature. I thought Dean might be the one for me. But one night when Dean failed to show up for our date, I flew into a frenzy and called Mason.

We met up at a local park and he calmed me down assuring that Dean was fine and probably running late. If you called three hours running late.

I was beside myself with worry and crying when Mason comforted me. I always had a niggle in the back of my mind that Mason might be a better fit for me.

So I kissed him. He was shocked at first but then returned the kiss, full force. We were so swept up in each other we didn't notice that a we attracted a crowd.

One that had Dean front and center. He  became enraged and threw punches at Mason who dodged them, which pissed him off even more.

The end result would never change. It was engraved on a tombstone in a graveyard the next county over. I never forgave myself or Mason.

We were the cause of his pain and the end of his life. That will forever be on my shoulders.

I began getting the paper everyday to keep up with the killers progress. It kept me on my toes wherever I went. I never let my guard down since the first murder.

Two names appeared on the front page this time. Orlando Parrish and Killian Osbourne. Two more of my johns.

The only difference from the previous killings was that they were found together and naked.

The papers proclaimed that the killer was getting worse and more desperate. It also revealed that all of the victims had a symbol carved into their foreheads.

They weren't just any symbols. Each one represented the seven deadly sins. So far lust, envy, sloth and greed have been represented. What was the killers endgame?

My phone beeped with a text. I didn't recognize the number.

Mason: It's Mason. Can you meet me at Bayfront Park?

He wanted to meet at a park?

Me: Sure.

Mason: Be there in 30 mins.

Me: I'll be there.

I arrived at the park nearing dusk. But I didn't see Mason yet. I found a bench close to the parking lot and sat down. I pulled out my phone, he was only ten minutes late.

I know I sat there for twenty more minutes before my phone beeped again.

Mason: Sorry. Can't make it. Two more bodies were found. I'll be in touch.

I didn't text him back. He stood me up for a good season. I mulled over the series of events I was involved in. Why were they being targeted? I didn't have a stalker, well one that I knew of.

I heard a car engine rev up and headlights flash on me. A crashing noise blasted behind me and I found myself in the way of a oncoming car.

I found myself running in the opposite direction before rolling down a slight hill, and everything went black.

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