Charles loved the thrill of killing⋅ The thrill of hearing someone's scream when they died. That kind of scream. Even, tho, Pierre screaming under him in bed would be even better in his mind. The first time he killed, it was when he caught George while Max was calling Lewis to distract him. He left George gutted in the bathroom while Max lurked Lewis from the phone call in the bathroom. Charles had killed a second time this night, stabbing Lewis right in the back before letting him with George. Both of them dead. And if George had been Pierre's second best friend then it was absolutely nothing. Charles didn't have a slight regret, not even when he saw Pierre on the TV the next day, looking dead inside. He had made clear for Max that the first people killed needed to be Pierre's neighbors because like that it would scare Pierre and send him in Charles' arms. And if it didn't then Lando was going to be next followed by Oscar, Alex, Daniel and Carlos. Everyone that Pierre cared about would die. And if none of that worked ... then Pierre would have to die too. Because he belonged to him and Charles wouldn't have a problem in killing everyone who even tried to get intimate with his best friend. His everything.

And today for halloween, they decided to do their final. They had invited everyone in the Haunted house outside of the city and that's when everything went downhill. After having some fun a hour or two, they went to pick their costums and came back, killing Carlos first and letting Daniel for dead. Oscar and Lando had locked themselves in the kitchen, clever those too. Very clever. They would have to kill them. "Where is he ?" Charles scoffed and looked around, not finding Pierre around. "I want him. Dead or alive I don't fucking care. I want him to be mine." Max rolled his eyes "Stop looking for him. After killing everyone we will find him."