Him (bxb)

The Boy In Blue

I stared at him quietly, still making an attempt to wake him every few minutes. I took some of my own water and poured it over his face, making sure none got into his nose or mouth so he wouldn't breath it in.

He slowly opened his eyes are stared up at me. His eyes suddenly went wide when he realized that I was actually in front of him. "Who are you?" He murmured.

"A friend not a foe. You passed out." I sighed, handing him a bottle of water. "Drink this. You'll feel better."

He glanced between me and my outstretched hand with the bottle in it for a few moments before taking it and nervously opening it. I watched as he downed the entire thing in only a few seconds.

I didn't want to seem suspicious but I didn't know how not to be. Every single person I'd ever seen since I was 14 that's come into this building didn't leave in one piece.

But him. I didn't want him to leave at all. He seemed so perfect. So beautiful. Like an angle almost. His eyes were a crystal blue with small spots of green.

"My names Cameron." I grinned anxiously. Still unsure how to act. He seemed to be calming a bit as he realized I was just as scared as he was.

"Um. I'm Devin." He smiled, awkwardly waving a single hand as he glanced around the room. "Do you live here?"

"Sadly yes. Same building you entered. Surprisingly the electric and water works so if you need anything just know it works." I sighed, brushing my hair off my face.

We both stared at each other for a few seconds. I suddenly got a rush of panic through my body. I didn't know why but it quickly passed.

I brushed it off as nothing as he opened his mouth to speak again. "Is there anywhere I could maybe... shower or something?" He sighed.

I nodded and pointed to the small bathroom connected to the room I basically lived in. He stood up without hesitation and ran in. I chuckled a little and cleaned up a bit.

The room was scattered with dirty clothes and trash. I tried to make it look a bit decent and organized. After cleaning for a bit I heard a loud bang downstairs.

"Devin where the fuck are you!?" A deep angry voice boomed through the halls. I quietly shut and locked the door.

I heard the shower turn off a few seconds later. And not long after he leaned out and whispered. "Don't let him know I'm here. I'll explain later."

I nodded as he closed the door and I heard it click as it locked. I glanced around the room for a second before grabbing my beloved pocket knife. The one I had used for 6 kills. And my first 4.

I could hear him moving through the building loudly. Occasionally shouting some threats at Devin. He was getting slowly closer to what would be directly below us.

I heard a the loud squeal of the floor in the room below us and a sudden stop to all noise. If either of us made any noise, we were fucked. And at that exact note, my knife slipped from my fingers and onto the floor. I listened to the noise echo.

"I know where you are now bitch!" He shouted.

I heard frantic moving through the hall downstairs. I sighed quietly and picked up my knife. "Here we fucking go I guess" I muttered to myself.

As I heard the stairs loudly squeaking as he ascended up them, I heard Devin sobbing softly in the bathroom. I didn't know what to do entirely.

I knocked on the bathroom door quietly as I heard doors being swung open loading down the hall, slowly getting closer.