The long, tiring days of work had come to an end as Damien pulled the guitar case to Bennett's house. The body was safe and secure, now they just had to get rid of it. That wasn't Damien's job ,though. Damien's tall yet slightly muscular figure strode to the house. He didn't have much confidence, but he wouldn't let Bennett know that. As Bennett's slender hand opened the door as soon as Damien had arrived, his eyes lit up with joy. Bennett's smile was of pure excitement, but one couldn't help but figure he was planning something at first sight. He'd always smirked rather than smiled, though, he couldn't help it. And as the door swiftly opened, Bennett simply asked "You got it?" Damien nodded, hesitant to speak or let his guard down. He handed the guitar case and smiled at Bennett, and as Bennett smiled back they both knew exactly what to do. "It'll be gone by tomorrow, love." Bennett purred and shut the door. As Damien walked back home, an odd fear- an anxiety- reached him. What if the family of that man was tracking him down? He tried his hardest not to think of it. Soon, he'd arrived home, and as soon as he'd opened the door he'd seen something- or someone- rather odd.
