Like Killer, Like Son

Thanks For The Help, Guys...

~John~

Alex comes home around midnight, covered in blood.

"So how was the killing spree? Im surprised I didn't hear anything on the news" i scoff.

He just glares at me then walks towards the stairs. That's...weird He doesn't act like that. He is pretty unpredictable sometimes though.

"Alex?" I call.

He goes upstairs into the bathroom. Probably taking a shower.

A few minutes later he comes out in different clothes and drops on the couch.

"Alex?" I call again.

"You know, i really thought family is supposed to help each other when something's wrong" he starts.

I'm caught off guard by this.

"Help you kill? You know im a normal person who doesn't do that. And Philip isnt going anywhere alone"

"That's not what i mean. Did you guys even look for me? I could've been dead!"

Im silent

"Not every time i leave is to kill" he laughs a little as if this was all a joke. "Some jerkwad tried to interrogate me then beat the crap out of me. I feel no pain but I dont exactly want to be left for dead "

I'm slightly hurt but i guess he has a point. We just assumed he was out doing the usual routine.

He goes into one his laughing fits; just like old times. Only twice as scary because I dont understand why hes laughing.

"W-whats so funny?" I ask.

"Just the thought of you coming to rescue me. You have no qualifications for even saving me, let alone yourself!"

"What do you mean? I can save myself!"

"Remember when i almost pushed you off the roof before I "died"? Your immediate response was make me pull you back up rather than you helping yourself" he scoffs.

"Well i wasnt expecting to fall off a 4-story building!" I exclaim.

"Really Mr. Laurens? You cant use that as an excuse. When was the last time you were around me and actually felt safe?"

"...Last monday"

"I pulled a knife on you for stealing my coffee"

"2 weeks ago"

"I threw an extremely sharp pencil at you"

"...a month ago?"

"Yeah that was...no. I was for once not prepared for something. Id prefer to not speak about that again" he looks away.

I try to think of a time but it seems like alex has photographic memory.

"Just admit it John, youve never felt safe around me and never will. But thats understandable. Although I would rather not, i could kill you with one swift move" he says while taking out his knife.

I slowly back away

"Yeah im just gonna go to bed..." I trail off.

"Good luck not having nightmares! I might be in them!"

"I swear your the spawn of satan..."

"I wouldn't deny it if I was! I think i fit the description pretty well" he starts laughing again.

I head upstairs and fall asleep as soon as my face hits the pillow.

I don't understand why Alex was acting that way. Then again, i barely understand him now. But who would want to ask Alex questio- nevermind. I forgot that's how I met him in the first place.

But i can't help but feel he's hiding something