3rd POV~
Alex and John walked up to the door to the apartment sighing lightly. They decided to give Herc room to tell Laf, and now they figured it was time to go back. Alex went to open the door, surprisingly finding it unlocked. They both walked in, confused as hell as they weren't greeted with the other two love birds. John shut the door and whimpered, getting really worried. "...Laf? ..Herc? Where are you guys?" Alex calls out. The door to Laf and Herc's room opens, showing a tired and slightly angry Laf, "Alex? John? Where were you guys....?" John tilts his head in confusion, going up to Laf and hugging him tightly. "...Where's Herc?" John spoke quietly. He knew something happened, considering Herc was no where in sight. Laf sighed, hugging back John tightly, like a mother would it's child. "I-..... I don't know... he told me that he was being drafted....then he walked out our room.... I would assume that he would be in the living room, but... he's..not...." Laf said quietly. Alex sighed and walked to the kitchen, noticing some notes on the table. He picked up the two notes, quickly reading the first one with wide eyes. He gulped and set down that note, looking at the other note and reading it. He stuttered random words as he dropped it to the floor. The note hit the floor and what it said was,
"Is this what you wanted, Laf? If so, you got what you wanted. Me, gone."
