Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Dallon's father gurgled on the blood that began pooling in his mouth. Dallon panted as he looked down at what he had done. His father was dying underneath him. He could see the light leaving his eyes with each struggled breath.

Dallon rose to his feet, shaking just slightly. He looked down at his clothes. If there was blood, it was hard to see through the black fabric. His hands, however were coated in red. Had he added stabs to the initial wound? He wasn't sure.

He turned away from his dying father and moved towards the bathroom. He wrapped his hand in toilet paper and turned on the sink. He washed the blood from his hands, watching it swirl down the sink with the water. Once he was washed up, he stepped back into the hotel room.

His father was still on the ground.

Brendon was nowhere.

Dallon frowned. Brendon should have slipped in before the deed was done. Where the hell was he?

Dallon stepped around his father's figure and opened the door. He stepped out into the cool night air and shut the door behind him. He looked around, but didn't see Brendon anywhere. Frustrated, Dallon made his way to the car. It sat empty, exactly where Dallon had left it.

"Brendon?" Dallon called out, looking around the parking lot. Where had he gone?

Sirens were blaring in the distance. Dallon took one last look around the lot before climbing into the car. He'd try to look around as hell drove, but he didn't want to risk being caught around a crime scene when he was supposed to have an alibi.

The car pulled out of the small lot, taking a dark side street to put distance between Dallon and the location. As he drove, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

"Call Brendon." He instructed after the screen lit up. He continued to drive as it rang.

And rang.

And continued to ring.

"Hey, this is Brendon Urie. Sorry I couldn't make it to phone to catch your call, I was probably zoned out on the finer details."

"Damn it!" Dallon slammed the steering wheel. What was going on? Had he slipped back to his studio? Why had he diverted from the plan?

He turned onto a route that would take him to Brendon's studio. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he followed the road. This wasn't part of the plan. Brendon was supposed to slip into the room and be there during the kill.

When he finally made it to the studio, the street was dark. Dallon hurried around the car to the gate. "Brendon?" He called out, listening to the silent world around him. "Brendon, open the door!" He hit his fist against the door, finally sending it open. "Brendon?"

Dallon stepped into the yard, shutting the door behind him. It was dark. There was only light from a single outdoor bulb that hung above the entrance to the studio. That door hung ajar.

Dallon moved carefully towards the door. Was Brendon playing some kind of game? This wasn't part of the plan.

The canvas of splattered paint still hung beside the entrance, moving slightly as Dallon pushed the studio door open. He called out, but received no response. He stepped inside and turned on the light.

The room was the same as it always was. Brendon's art decorated the space. Art supplies were everywhere and different mediums were spilled across the floor. Dallon stepped further into the room, looking around for any hint of Brendon.

"This isn't funny." Dallon boomed, moving over to the side of the room that had curtains covered in splattered substances hanging. He grabbed the nearest one and yanked it down, letting it drop to the floor.

Dallon froze before it could completely still at his feet.

Brendon had been behind it. He was laying on the ground with his hands by his head. His head was turned to the side. His skin was discolored and the ground was stained around him.

Dallon began to shake as he looked down at Brendon. This wasn't right. He had just seen Brendon. He shouldn't be dead. He shouldn't already be so...

"So what, Dallon?"

Dallon's eye twitched as a figure stepped up next to him. This wasn't right. This wasn't right. This wasn't right.

"Its completely right, Dallon." Brendon said, taking a step so that he stood next to his body. He tilted his head, wearing a blanket expression on his face. "When you kill someone & leave them, this is exactly what happens."