𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬)

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6:10am

Rose repeated Michaels name in her head a few times, just to remember it— a courtesy. She had a horrible memory, therefore doing this: would help. Quietly, the girl led the way to where she had been sleeping during the night, but was stopped in her tracks by Richard who was plopped on a couch with his shades on. The glasses sat on the edge of the bridge of his nose, his eyes peaked up from them— away from the joint he was licking together. He didn't say anything, just offered a sided smile and casted his gaze away. "That's Richard, don't mind him." She mumbled, taking Michaels arm while walking off. "No introductions?" Richard called out, "I didn't ask you to introduce your whore last night." Rose snapped back, and then looked at Michael, "you're not a whore by the way." She whispered, he stared back and laughed softly with a nod.

Taking his things, she set them down on a chair and opened a closet. Her jaw dropped, all the towels were in there. "Take a shower, I'll see what I can find so you can take your dirty stuff off." He nodded and excused himself after taking the towel from Rose's arms after she pointed him in the direction of the bathroom. She was once again on her own, Richard wasn't lurking like normally— but it felt nice. Taking Michaels bag, she opened it and pulled out his dirty laundry, a paper fell out. Without much thought, she picked it up and glanced at it: a flier from a Satanist Church. "What's with the attitude?" Richard asked in a dark tone, standing from the doorframe with his body leaned against it. "I don't know what you're talking about." Rose stuffed the paper back in the backpack and tossed the clothes in a pile, then turned to face Richard with her arms crossed over her chest.

"That." He pointed, she kept silent. "Why are your knees bruised and scraped up?" She had completely forgotten about them, looking down Rose sighed and then looked up with a playful smirk. "I was sucking dick in an alley, concrete is a bitch." Richard smiled back with a small laugh and shook his head, "Kidding, I ate shit and hurt myself on the steps." He approached her and made her take a seat, kneeling down before her he reached in his back pocket. "Ah, I have just the thing." He pulled out a few bandaids, at the sight of them, Rose began to laugh. "What?" Richard looked up, "Its just— you're carrying Hello-Kitty bandaids with you..it's amusing." Richard cocked his head and shrugged, gently placing them on. "I don't get it." He sighed, "Richard Ramirez, The Night stalker," Rose paused through her giggles, "Carries Hello-Kitty bandaids on him."

Slapping her thigh, he pushed her back and stood up: hovering above her body. "Who's the kid?" He sat the prepared joint between his lips, "I met him last night after falling on my face, he helped me up." She propped herself up on her elbows and stared as he lit it up, "We grabbed coffee and talked about stuff while you were in that girls guts." He pulled the joint away from his lips and blew the smoke on her face, offering it up to her. "Hm, who told you that?" Richard watched as she pulled it between her lips as well, heavily inhaling— the tip of the joint ignited momentarily. Holding her breath for a few seconds, she proceeded to let the smoke bleed into the atmosphere while exhaling. Furrowing her eyebrows with a smirk, she tilted her head. "What? Were you fucking her— or did you murder the poor thing."

Richard proceeded to smoke, the pair exchanged the joint until the roach was too small to hold. "We had sex." He stated, Rose nodded and casted her gaze to her thighs, she suddenly felt confused— Men were really all the same. They were silent for a few minutes, "I stuffed her corpse in the trash chute." He began to laugh, "I was literally in her guts." Rose didn't know if he was joking or not, she was too high to even argue: so she simply offered a nod and smile. "Good on you Ramirez."

Standing up, she walked past him into a closet and grabbed a change of clothes for Michael. "His name is Michael by the way, he's a sweet boy." A hand traced along her waist, "Yeah? Sweet?" Richard asked, trailing the hand up her throat while leaning down to lick her exposed neck. "Can we not?" She mumbled with a shudder and pushed him off. "I need space.." hugging the clothes up to her chest, she walked away and left him standing on his own. Lightly, she knocked on the bathroom door. Michael opened it and peaked his head, "Here you go, go ahead and change— I'm going to go to sleep soon." She mumbled, "You can sleep in my room with me." Michael nodded and closed the door, it only took him a few seconds to change: if anything, he rushed.

The door opened once more, "I really appreciate your help." He followed into the room and watched Rose settle down on the bed after shutting all the curtains and blinds, "It's no problem Michael..get some sleep—we both need it." She rolled on her side and closed her eyes, unaware that Michael was staring at her as she fell into the nothingness of a slumber.

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Rose shifted on her side after a few hours of sleeping, Michael was whimpering and shaking in his sleep, a few incoherent words escaped his mouth. His eyes shot open and revealed his bloodshot orbs, he was gasping and trying his best to catch his breath. She reached forward and wrapped her arms around him, "Hey..shh..take a breath," she paused, "I'm right here." Without warning, he began to cry out in pain. The noises were enough to bring Richard barging into the room, he looked at Rose and then down at Michael. His mouth fell open, "Oh master— this is a gift!" A grin grew on his face.

Rose felt her face contort in confusion, what the fuck was he wheezing about. Richard walked toward Michael, who appeared to be having some sort of seizure and placed his hands above his forehead while chanting something under his breath. In one second, Richards eyes went from normal— to pitch black. Rose stared dumbfounded while holding onto Michael, not loosening her grip. Eventually, he snapped out of it and Richard knelt down beside the boy who looked like he was on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry.." Michael sobbed, curling up into Rose's arms and began weeping into her chest.

"What are you sorry for? Satan has led you to me for a reason— I am a close follower." Richard reached and took his hand, "The son is amongst us Rosie— we will show him the way." He smiled. "You guys are going to have to give me a minute, my brain is lagging like a two thousand five dell desktop— and I just woke up." She didn't even know what time it was.

"Can you give us a minute.." Michael glanced after Richard, "Of course, I am at your orders." Standing up, Ramirez left the room and closed the door. Rose stared at Michael and wiped his tears, "I feel so burdened by this." He confessed, his voice breaking. "I'm so lost— I feel so abandoned."

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