~third person pov~
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daniel had a plan.
he was so close to getting caught. too close. so, as he walked all the way home from the police station, he thought about what to do.
he could pack him and zach up and flee the country. no, not enough money.
he could abandon zach and run away. no, he cares too much about zach. then— then it hit him. it's the easiest way to get them both to freedom.
daniel knew exactly what he'd do. not only to zach, but him as well. once daniel arrives home, he's immediately greeted by a bloody murder scream.
"shut the fuck up!" daniel screams before marching to his bedroom. zach continues to scream as daniel pulls out the trunk from beneath his bed.
it's black and the inside is padded. daniel smiles as he opens the large case, the collection of weapons being displayed infront of him.
daniel can't decide which gun he'd like to use, but finally after a few minutes of pondering, he decides on his nine millimeter pistol.
he pulls out the gun before closing the case and pushing it back under his bed. this is the last time he'd ever touch the case.
daniel doesn't bother to check and see if there are any rounds in the chamber since he knew it had already had remaining ammunition from the last time it had been used on poor, poor eben.
daniel stomps down the hallway and into zach's room. the house becomes silent as zach sees daniel step into the room, pistol in hand, sick look on his face.
there is no safety of daniel's particular pistol, he happened to buy one that hadn't had one, it's less of a struggle.
"d-daniel, why d-do you h-have t-that?" zach stutters out, hot rivers running down his cheeks.
"so we can both be free, zach!" daniel shouts, raising the weapon. zach bursts out into a fit of screaming and thrashing.
this was it, this is how it's going to end for the both of them. now, after these events take place, they'll both be free. they won't have to worry anymore.
daniel takes in a sharp breath and ignores zach's begs and cries as his finger quickly pulls back on the trigger, letting a bullet fly free. it knocks zach's chair over. the bullet goes through one side of zach's skull and right out the other. brain matter and bodily fluids go flying, blood rushes, zach's body goes limp.
daniel smiles as he turns the gun, lodging it between his teeth before pulling the trigger once more, allowing the bullet to shred his insides. daniel collapses to the floor, now with zach.
the two lay in a pool of blood that only seems to grow larger and larger, doubling, tripling, quadrupling in it's mass.
that's alright, though.
daniel cared too much about zach. he couldn't let him die by himself.
