I'LL COME FOR YOU ▹ dylmas

•chapter six•

Dylan rose from the floor and began to pace around his friend, who was still sitting on the hotel floor. He looked down at Thomas with eyes as wide as saucers. The disparate shades of brown in his irises swirled around, creating a whirlpool of comeliness that the blond couldn't help but get lost in.

"What'd you mean?" Asked Dylan, concern swelling up inside him, but a hint of curiosity emerging as well.

"I don't know Dyl. It's just, I can't sit around waiting anymore."

Dylan let out a sough; exasperation clear in his demeanour.

"Thomas, look at me. I know you well enough to know that an idea has popped into that little head of yours. What are you thinking?"

Thomas tried to hide the astonishment in his expression, but it was evident nonetheless. He sighed and began to explain the cogitation that had been infesting his mind.

"The list. What if we could get a hold of the hit list?"

Dylan sat down next to Thomas, gazing at him with a look full of intrigue.

"And what would we do with that list?"

"Study it. Figure out a pattern or something. Find out the order in which they're taking people."

Dylan raised an eyebrow, obviously conflicted at Thomas's words.

"Then what?"

"We'd figure out who they were coming for next. We could wait out near that person until these criminals arrive and then figure out who they are."

Thomas looked over at Dylan, plead in his expression. The brunet smirked.

"So let me get this straight. You want to study the list until we can figure out the pattern of which people are being taken; a pattern that might not even exist, and then you want to hide out one night at a celebrity who is in hiding's place, find the criminals; criminals who the police haven't been able to find for months, and miraculously take them down ourselves?"

Thomas sighed. His plan had seemed to make more sense in his head.

"Yeah...?"

Dylan glanced at Thomas once again, this time with a countenance that the Brit was having trouble reading. The expression was not one of fear, but one of hope; of mischief; of caper.

"That is the most dangerous and venturesome idea I have ever heard. We could be abducted, captured, killed, you name it!"

Thomas simpered and clasped his hands together.

"So you're in?"

Despite the seriousness of the matter, Dylan smiled widely.

"Of course I am."

A/N: hi lovelies!! i'm back from my hiatus (: it's week four of eoc/eog exams, and i've been incredibly busy. i decided to focus more on my studies than writing for a bit, but i'll try and maintain a constant update schedule from now on!! i have a little less than a month until finals, and then summer break begins so i'll be able to post more regularly! maybe expect another chapter this week?? maybe!!? i'm sorry this one was so short, i just wanted to give you guys something!! i hope you are all having a fantastic day or night!! (: (also random thought, by to all the magnus chase fans out there- do you think thomas brodie sangster could play hearthstone if there was a mc movie?? the first time i ever saw tbs was when my sister showed me an interview with him, and i clearly remember yelling, "he's literally the human embodiment of hearthstone!" heheheh i haven't been able to find any other people that agree with me though, maybe i'm just a bit strange><. it works out well i guess though because hearth and newt are two of my favourite fictional characters of all time!!) anyway, i'm really sorry for the incredibly long wait on this chapter. i love you all to pieces!! <3