Bullseye.

Ryan exhaled the smoke from his mouth and watched as it danced away from him, his eyes narrowing on the sight of the deadly chemical he was inhaling. The sky was painted a beautiful yellowish pink as the sun arose from its slumber with a deadly ray of heat. It had been forever since he had stayed up late but now it seemed so often for him to do so. Every since he had lost his daughter things seemed to change for him, it was like a wheel of emotions.

He sighed deeply as he threw the cigarette down and stepped onto it keeping a smug look on his stressful face. His husband lay in bed asleep under the covers but he couldn't sleep because of how worried he was over his baby girl. He often asked himself if she was alright and wandered if she was even still alive.

The F.B.I took over his own case and for what? To do his job that he supposedly sucked at? His world was missing and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Ryan flinched whenever the sound of his phone ringing caught him off guard, "Hello?" He asked as he shoved it up to his ear.

"Hello detective Wrecker this is Columbia with the F.B.I we've met before at the–"

"I know who you are. The hell do you want?"

"Oh...well I was wanting to know if I could ask you and Bryce a few questions about your friend Lui and his disappearance."

"Sorry, I can't help you any."

"Detective Wrecker I know you got something on you. I need any small bit of information."

"Sorry woman."

"Detective I'm gonna be honest here. This morning at four I got a phone call saying they found another body. This was no ordinary body. It was your friends mother, what was his name? David?"

"What??"

"Yeah. Apparently she was a "sinner" in the eyes of our lord. There also was a not saying to ask Bryce about his friend. It was hidden on the walls and took a black light to find."

"I gotta go."

Before she could protest he ended the phone call and began to dial his partners number.

"Yeah?"

"Smit he killed David's mom."

"What?"

"The killer got his mom. What else could that mean?"

"...wait wait wait. The man who stole your daughter killed David's mother?? Why?"

"Why else?? Smit stay with me. He killed Krism right? Then he killed Minx."

"Yeah..?"

"Okay you know the woman he killed three days ago?"

"Yeah?"

"That was Minx's mother."

"Okay? So what does that mean?"

"Smit! He's making a line! David's father is out of state so he can't kill him so he killed his mother!"

"Oh shit...that means..."

"David's next."

"Shit shit shit! Ryan we need to tell him now!"

"Yeah yeah I'm on it!"

They hung up and he tried to call his friends phone only to have it go to voicemail. He kept trying but after every attempt there was no luck which caused him to worry. How could he not have known he'd target David? He was there whenever Lui was taken. He cursed under his breath as he rushed inside to awake his husband.

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Bryce and Ryan pulled up at their friend's house only to find the police and the F.B.I there with yellow tape surrounding it. They were too late. Both males stepped out of the car and stared at the scene before them with painful eyes. Silence passed between them both as they looked to one another.

Bryce took off sprinting towards the house causing his husband to call out for him and curse under his breath when he realized his husband was long gone. "Shit!" He whispered, jogging up to the house. A hand stopped him causing him to look down and see the woman he hated the most, Columbia. "What do you think you're doing here Detective? I thought I told you to stay out of my way? Do you n–" a cry cut her off and they both jerked their attention to inside the house. She looked at the male with a raised brow before letting him rush inside.

There on the floor was his husband.

And the sight in front of his husband made his stomach turn in disgust. There on the couch was the body of their friend David, his eyes torn from his socket and his skin pale as a ghost. He had a big hole in the side of his body and his neck had something carved in it.

Ryan embraced his crying husband and began to whisper soft things to him as he tried to calm his own voice from trembling. His mind tracing back to the note his husband had gave him before it all started.

John 8:44.