Killer From Purgatory || BBS

Chapter 6

"I have no idea what you're talking about, what kind of lowlife scoundrel would just eat your snack cake like that?" Wind whips the side of his face as he drives with his three friends, his elbow resting on top of the rolled down glass, his head in his palm. He constantly readjusts as his white hair gets whipped into his face. Laughter sounds from beside him meanwhile their friend in the back is still sulking over his lost snack cake.

"Scoundrel? More like a criminal mastermind with the way he just stole my cake. I'm flabbergasted that one of the people in this car would betray me like that." His arms are crossed over his chest as he looks out the car window in contempt, refusing to look at anyone else in the car. The wind from the open driver's side window hits his face, ruffling the tuft of hair he had styled above his forehead.

"Well maybe you should put your name on it next time like a normal person." The driver replies to his comment, holding back a chuckle by biting his lip and keeping his eyes glued to the road. "You can't just leave it on your seat, take a bathroom break and expect to come back to it."

"You really should've known better than to trust us, you know we only respect the name rule, and even then we disregard that rule sometimes." The person in the passenger seat has ceased and is instead grinning madly as he leans back into the worn seat. He lets out a small yawn, angling his body so he can observe the driver as he focused on the road, flicking on his turn signal as he switched lanes, using both hands to do so, running a hand through his white hair after he did do. "Besides, you know another snack cake is going to mysteriously appear amongst your belongings, also according to the unspoken code."

"But now I have to starve, meanwhile this schmuck," he gestures to the boy beside him who silently sipped on his grape slushie, "is here with his fucking slushie while I'm forced to suffer. Unfair if you ask me." He turns back to the window with a huff.

"Oh relax, we're almost there ya big baby." The driver retorts, glancing at the sulking man in the backseat for a few moments before smirking and pressing on the gas, none of his friends protesting whatsoever to the sudden speed increase. "It was still your fault." He says with another smirk.

The man in the back pulls back his fist. "Oh that's it."

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Smitty pulls his shirt off, changing into the one he intended to sleep in on instead. The one he just took off gets thrown into a pile by the door, his laundry that he needed to do some point soon. He had a lot clothes, but he liked when most, if not all of them, were clean. Letting out a yawn, he stretches out his arms as he wanders over to his bed, crawling underneath the sheets and leaning against the pillows he had propped up against his headboard. He picks his phone up off the night stand, unlocking it as he also picks up his headphones. Lately, he had liked falling asleep with music playing, unable to stand the silence that had come once Scott had left.

He puts in his headphones, pressing shuffle on his playlist before locking his phone and shutting his eyes, adjusting himself so that he was in a favorable position. Smitty lets out another yawn as he drifts off.

The human is surprised as he wakes up, the scent of bacon and the clanging of pans greets him as he squints open his eyes. His headphones had fallen off at some point that night, and they lay in a tangled mess at his side. Smitty realizes that it must be Scott, and he forgets that having a roommate was so enjoyable.

After a few minutes of laying in bed, Smitty peels back his covers and swings his legs off the bed, his feet hitting the floor softly. He rubs at his eyes gently, trying to rid them of sleep as he stands and pads down the hallway, letting out a yawn as he reaches the main part of the apartment.

"Oh, hey Smit. Hope you slept well, I made breakfast." Scott smiles at him, fully dressed and acting as if he had never even left. Bacon sizzles, cutting through the silence that falls between the two.

"It's been a while since we've done this, huh?" Smitty says as he wanders over to the coffee machine and starts up a batch, filling it with water and picking out what kind of coffee he wanted. The sizzling stops as Scott finishes with the bacon and pancakes, the only sound between the two was the sound of the coffee machine as the caffeinated drink brewed.

Things had never been this awkward before.

"Been a couple years, hasn't it?" Scott appreciated that his friend had let him crash there for the night, but he did know that he couldn't stay, didn't he? There was a stolen car in the parking lot, his clients back home were probably waiting for him to get back-

Scott stops as he realizes the thought that had just went through his head, how he had easily called Hell his home without questioning it. Did it really have that much power over him? Was he that determined to leave his human life behind?

Without Evan there was no human part of him left.

Smitty looks over to Scott, whose gaze is staring at nothing, settled into a deep thought and he just knows. He knows that he can't stay, and that absolutely kills him. "You have to leave again, don't you?" The coffee finishes brewing, Smitty turns around to get a cup from the cupboard before pouring in the fresh coffee. Silence. "Don't you?"

"I can't stay here, Smitty, this isn't my life anymore, you know that. I can't stay here when I could be doing something to-to fix me." He chokes out the word. "Staying here means seeing them, seeing Craig, seeing him. I can't do that to myself, Smitty, you know that." Scott takes down two plates, dividing the food between them as Smitty sits down with his coffee, watching the demon with worry.

"You should stay, Scott, what you're doing is not going to fix your problems, you know that right?" The plates are set onto the table, Scott settles in the seat across from him as he takes a sip of his coffee before digging into his food. "It won't bring him back."

"Craig probably tears himself apart over this, you know? To be something that's not human, but not have the ability to fix something when it's so obviously broken. Craig could've had me, he could've had both of us, if it weren't for him-"

"You can't keep blaming Jonathan for this, Scott, he didn't directly kill him-"

"That fucker shot me! Evan died because he wanted to avenge me, Smitty! But I wasn't dead! Jonathan told Evan I died and then he died for it. Don't you get it, Smitty? This is Jonathan's fault, he just kept fucking up every good thing Evan had going for him-"

"So becoming a bounty hunter was your best option, then? Is killing innocent people just because life was unfair to you the only thing you could possibly do?" Smitty's eyes never leave the tablecloth.

"They can't possibly be innocent if at least one person is willing to pay for them to die."