Drarry Oneshots

Going Away Gift 4

Shoes softly tap against the floor.

Two shadows creep across the wall, illuminated by the flickering lantern.

Bright green eyes meet grey, and a quick nod is used to confirm what they are about to do.

A flash of a smirk is there, then gone.

The blonde raises his knife, and the brunet watches as it sinks into the sleeping man's chest.

The sleeping man is no longer sleeping, his eyes wide and frightened and pained. He calls out for his wife, only for her name to cut off at his realization of her position.

His wife is standing in front of his bed, a knife to her throat, curtesy of the black-haired boy.

His blonde partner drags his knife across the man's throat, leaving a shallow cut across the skin that makes the man scream. Breathing is becoming harder, given the hole in his chest that's bleeding all over his previously-white sheets.

"Why are you doing this?" the woman asks quietly, fear in her voice and terror in her eyes.

"Aw, doll," the darker-haired boy chuckles darkly in her ear. "Because we want to."

To accentuate his point, the blonde stabs the man again, this time in the throat. He gasps, and goes limp. The woman screams.

The green-eyed boy swiftly cuts off her scream with his blade. She falls to the ground.

The blonde pulls his partner close to him and kisses him slowly, before tearing apart at the sound of sirens and flashing red and blue lights.

"Damn," the blonde murmurs. "Oh well."

The brunet has a wicked smile on his face.

******

The third officer today sits down in front of the boys. By now the blonde's smirk is gone, and the brunet looks bored.

"You do realize we can put you on death row, right?" she asks.

"Wouldn't matter," the green eyed boy says, a smirk playing on his lips. "We can't die."

Her eyes are narrowed. "The hell you mean, you can't die?"

The blonde leans forward. "Because of our soul marks. If we never say our last words to each other, we never die."

She glances down, catching the word "I love you" on the blonde's wrist. The brunet pulls his hand away too fast for her to see his.

"So he can never tell you he loves you?" she asks, pity in her tone.

The brunet only smirks. "You can't tear us apart that easily. He's a psychopath. He doesn't feel love."

"And yet, I still have a connection with him," the grey-eyed one finishes.

"If he's a psychopath, what does that make you?" she asks, fear in her voice.

The black-haired boy leans forward, a wicked grin across his face. "A monster."

The two of them hold each other's hands and lean back in their chairs. looking pleased with themselves.

"When did  you two meet?" the officer asks, trying to hide the terror in her voice.

"When I was eleven-"

"-and I was thirteen," the blonde finishes.

"And your first words?"

Both boys hold up their right hands, smirking.

Fuck soulmates, I just wanna kiss and kill, is written on the black-haired boy's wrist.

Hey soulmate, wanna kiss and kill? is written on the blonde's.

She swallows, and nods, writing it down. "And your last words?"

The blonde holds his arm up without hesitation, the words I love you burned in.

The green-eyed boy looks to his partner for his approval. The blonde nods his agreement, and the brunet lifts his arm.

Let's kill this officer and get the fuck out of here.

Her blood runs cold, her face going pale. She stands abruptly, and walks out of the room.

Two large men walk into the room and drag the pair out, and into another room.

The blonde grins as he's strapped to a chair. "I told you, you can't kill us."

"I can try," she replies coldly, her hand on the switch.

The blonde shrugs, and turns to his partner. "You all good, babe?"

The boy nods, a wicked grin on his face. "Always."

The grey-eyed boy looks down at his wrist as it begins to itch, and screams at the words he finds rewriting themselves.

You all good, babe?

His partner seems to have realized the same thing. He's pulling at his bonds, the word Always searing into his wrist.

"NO!" the blonde shouts, and the words once again rewrite themselves.

His partner is struggling and crying and yelling, and if the blonde could feel things like fear, he would be too. 

Instead, he laughs at the rush of electricity he feels before everything goes black.