Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Thirty Two

Elijah spent all the next morning looking for Luke. Luke hadn't seen them kill Mason the night before but Elijah knew Luke always had assumptions of everything. And if it was that case, he had a lot of explaining to do. 

Richie always compares killing people to getting drunk; in the moment it feels absolutely incredible, but by the morning after you begin to regret everything you did. Though drunken actions are always sober thoughts. Now, last night Elijah felt something in the put of his stomach knowing it was completely wrong, so usually he would agree with the statements. But now he doesn't feel the slightest bit of remorse for what he did last night. After everything he has had to deal with in the past because of trying to be with Madetlyn, killing Mason was exactly what Elijah needed to finally feel content with himself. If he could, he would even do it all over again. Maybe even torture the son of a bitch even more than what he did last night. 

The one caveat, however, was Luke. Elijah wasn't sure how he was taking all this in knowing he had Richie back into his life once again, he knew he wasn't to thrilled about it last night, and opening the door to a sweaty best friend probably didn't help either. 

Elijah has yet to see Madetlyn at all this morning as they were on set already. It feels as though everybody is avoiding him. Which he isn't to worried because he doesn't want to confront anyone quite yet. 

Elijah turns the corner of the hallway to the snacks when he sees a figure walking down as well in front of him. He knows it is Luke by the way he scratches the back of his head.

To grab his attention, Elijah clears his throat. Luke stops mid-stride, holds that position for a moment, and then looks over his shoulder. As soon as he meets Elijah's gaze, Luke quickly turns and breaks into a fast walk. 

Yup. He has to know.

"Luke, wait!" Elijah sighs as he follows after his best friend, picking up his pace into a slight jog. 

Luke doesn't respond as he keeps walking, trying to act as if he doesn't hear Elijah at all When Elijah is close enough, he tries to grab Luke by the shoulder, "Dude-"

"I am not talking to you today," Luke spats, shaking Elijah's hand off of him. He skids to a stop in front of the snacks and hastily puts his hands in his pockets for change.

"Come on Man," Elijah whines as he leans against the wall next to him, crossing his arms over his chest, "just let me explain."

"What is there to explain, Eli?" Luke yells as he looks down, glaring at Elijah. He finally forces the change out of his pocket and puts it in the tip jar. He grabs a plate and looks at a few muffins.

"There is a lot to explain, actually," Elijah retorts, following Luke into the room.

"Yeah you and Richie killed Maddi's boyfriend."

Shit. He knows and good thing no one is around or this would be terrible. 

Elijah rolls his eyes, "yes, but there's more."

Luke stops in the middle of the room and spins around, putting one of his hands on his hips. Elijah has never seen luke so furious before. 

"How?" he deadpans, raising his eyebrows. "How can there be anything else for me to know after what happened?"

"I-"

"You are still hung up with Richie! You killed him!" Luke shouts and then points to the couch as if saying sit down. Elijah does, "if you continue to kill how much can someone trust you?"

"Yeah, you know what. I did kill Mason. And I fucking loved it," Elijah snaps as he turns back to Luke from the couch, "And you know why I did?"

"Because you're a fucking psycho that needs rehab?"