5 Seconds of Summer BoyXBoy one-shots

Sins (The Collector Sequel)

~ This one's really really long (I think idk) and yeah. Also, I made a playlist that I was listening to while writing this (and The Collector) so I'll list some of those songs here for you to listen to if you feel like it.

# Enemies - Shinedown

# Monster - Skillet

# 45 - Shinedown

# Closer - Nine Inch Nails

# Awake to You - Patient 113

# Shut Up And Bleed - Combichrist

# I Feel You - Depeche Mode

# Beast - Nico Vega

# Suite No.3 in D, BWV 1062: 2. Air - Johann Sebastian Bach (trust me on this one, listen to this at the end of this. I don't know how it'll feel for you but it really got to me)

Let's get to it then, shall we? ~

[WARNINGS:  Death, swearing, stuff like that] 

 “Hemmings!” Luke’s head snaps up and he looks towards the voice, his eyes landing on detective Mills, who’s standing in the doorway. “we’ve got a homicide, you on?”

“Yes sir.” Luke gets up, grabbing his jacket and badge from the desk before following Mills. The two head down to the garage, where they get in a car and drive off.

The drive is silent, with Mills focusing on driving and Luke staring out the window, seemingly lost in thoughts as he watches the raindrops race down the glass. This isn’t his first time going to a crime scene, but he’s still relatively new to the job and it is his first time going there alone, without anyone else in his age, anyone being just as new to everything as he is.

They arrive to the location and leaves the car, ducking under police tape and arms holding the press back before heading up the stairs to the apartment in which their victim is located. As soon as he steps inside, Luke covers his mouth and nose, fighting back the urge to throw up. It smells awful, and the smell is only making the sight worse. In front of him, chained to the kitchen table and with his face in a plate of spaghetti, is a very, very, obese man whose stomach has burst open.

“dead?” Mills asks another man, detective Somerset, who nods. “thank god.” Mills leaves the room, saying something about checking the other rooms before leaving Luke alone with Somerset and the dead man.

“how long has he been dead?” Luke asks, stepping closer to the man. “do we know cause of death yet? Was it a homicide or…?”

“You’re asking the right questions Hemmings” Somerset tells him, walking around the table. “we believe, although we will have to wait for the autopsy before we know for certain, that he has been dead for eight hours, putting time of death around two this morning. Judging by the chain that keeps him from getting up and the bucket you can find under the table, although I would recommend you keep your mouth closed when you check it, I would say we’re definitely talking about a homicide, and that cause of death was that.” he points at the man’s stomach and Luke nods, removing the tablecloth to check the bucket Somerset mentioned.

“Is that..?”

“yes, that would be vomit. It seems like he was forced to stay here and eat until he died.” Luke nods, not sure what to say about something so brutal, and continues to look around, careful not to mess anything up, until Mills returns, letting him know it’s time to leave.