age 27
"Breaking news; several missing men from over the years have been found dead on the shore of the local lagoon in our precious Sacajewea Park. Marks and scars on their bodies suggest brutal mutilation. Powerful drugs have been found in their blood systems. The murderer had to have been very knowledgeable about the human body, as all nonvital organs were left in almost perfect condition. As to who the killer is, the police have yet to find evidence..."
Jack clicked the off button on the remote. "You're getting sloppy." He stated, looking up at his fiancé.
The blonde smiled. "Yeah, I know. It's on purpose, remember? I told you what I was planning, right?"
Jack hummed. "Maybe."
"Well, we both know that all the greats die young, right? Well I'm about to reach the age were people start looking at me like I'm kinda old. Best to get my fame now, before I'm thirty."
Jack stared hard at Ben. "What about our wedding?"
"Don't worry, hun. I got it all planned out! Our wedding will end with a bang!" The blonde's smile was manic, eyes crazed as he looked at his husband-to-be.
Jack patted his lap, gesturing for Ben to come sit. He did; lithe frame fitting perfectly on the larger man's body, tucking his head underneath Jack's chin.
"Are we going to die, love?" Jack asked, voice as bland as always. He felt Ben nod. Jack rubbed his fiancé's back. "You're insane," He muttered, pressing his lips onto his lover's head.
"Just a teensy bit," Ben laughed.
~*~
Their wedding was a grand affair. They had put every bit of money they had into making it perfect. They had invited practically the entire city, claiming it as an "open wedding".
The isles were crowded with people, strangers and acquaintances alike. And as the men said their wedding vows and "I do"'s, the crowd clapped politely, obviously just waiting for the reception so they could fill up on wine and cake.
The reception was nice and lively. Several different kinds of cake, a buffet, fancy lighting, live music, the works. Until the two newly weds called the attention of everyone there for a speech.
"Hi!" Ben started off, "We just wanted to thank you all for coming today, sparing the time to see us mark a day in history!" He cried out cheerfully, and arm coming to rest around Jack's torso. "The day me and Jack create the most explosive wedding in history! And by that, we mean to literally use explosives so we all go out with a bang!"
With those words, Jack held up a little device in his hands. "In two minutes, I will activate this device. Several bombs will go off and kill us all."
The crowd of people started to panic.
"There is no way out. The doors have been locked from the outside. Enjoy the last minute of your lives."
~*~
That night, half of an entire city died. Their remains were unrecognizable.
The authorities and media went wild with theories until they found it.
A note. Evidence that the explosion was not some freak accident. And that the murderers who had plagued the town were dead.
Tonight, you were all faced with a great tragedy. Women, children, and men have all died. Be assured that their deaths were not for nothing. We have immortalized them, and ourselves.
Two of the greatest artists of all time. Never have we been up for suscpision, and never have you seen our faces. With this note, we have included pictures of our beautiful creations. Share them with the world.
One day, you will appreciate the work we put in to making this the best night ever.
See you all in hell.
~ Sincerely, Ben and Jack Reeves
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