Take Cover

Chapter 1

 chapter one

Caulor Soto doesn't know the difference between bad and good.

He can't comprehend why someone would ever willingly put themselves in a relationship or serial sleep to make themselves feel better.

He doesn't understand much concerning humans. He thinks that they are interesting, their behaviours and coping mechanisms. He likes to observe what happens when humans die, how brutal others are. He's interested in the desire to kill or do something when someone angers you. However, it's illegal, which he also for the life of him can't grasp. Sometimes people need to die. Sometimes, in life, someone's blood needs to be shed. They need to be the sacrifice.

His entire life, he's been called 'psychotic' by people who don't understand. A 'genius' by others who only see his intelligence.

To him, everything under him is insignificant. He puts himself up as a god, as an all-seeing deity. He knows he has the intelligence and the charisma and uses it as his advantage. He doesn't see a problem with it. It's just a man obtaining what he wants in situations but others only see his deeds as 'cold-hearted' or 'manipulative'.

However, sometimes that charisma doesn't work. That was unheard of by him until someone pointed it out.

Caulor has a roommate, who he hates with every fiber of his being.

Atticus Davis makes his blood boil. Usually, he just doesn't like people. However, Caulor hates Atticus with a deep passion, because he can't control him. Atticus doesn't admire his genius, he doesn't give into his manipulations. He barely even gives Caulor the time of the day when Caulor tries.

Atticus doesn't care. He doesn't have any concern for how others see him. He doesn't have a problem with how dead Caulor is, he doesn't give Caulor attention or gives him a reason to mess with him. Usually, that'd automatically mean a boring person- but Caulor can't get the stupid git out of his mind. For some reason, Atticus won't leave. He won't leave Caulor's mind.

And it pisses Caulor off.

Sometimes, on a Saturday night, Atticus would leave and to get drunk at the local bar. Caulor didn't mind- he liked the peace and quiet. He couldn't do his homework with noise.

Usually, Atticus would be gone all night, sometimes all of the next day, too. But he'd eventually come back, much to Caulor's dismay. Sometimes Caulor wished that he would just disappear.

Caulor didn't like the way Atticus made him feel. He didn't feel, so for someone to make him feel such a mind-shatteringly amount of hate confused him. There was something, something behind that hate that he couldn't make out, but it was just buried beneath all his hatred. He didn't like it, so he chose to ignore it.

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Caulor had never faced a challenge in his life. From kindergarten, everything he did was like clock-work. It was so incredibly boring and easy, and since he never bothered nor was able to make friends, that was all he had.

He had turned to start spending all his time solving and researching crime cases/serial killers to abide his time.

That's why he was called a psychopath. By doing that, he erased any chance of him ever having friends or even an acquaintance. Kids are cruel, but he didn't even realize it wasn't normal to not have at least a friend until highschool. However, it didn't bother him. He hated school, probably the strongest anything had made him feel until he met Atticus.

He felt different about school than Atticus, however.

He appreciated the quiet while Atticus was gone. They had an apartment all the way at the back, which was inconvenient when bringing things like groceries in, but it made for a very quiet place to study and work. As long as Atticus wasn't fucking or blasting loud music in his room.