Hero.

Bryce could feel his friend shake under his grasp as he held onto the sobbing male under him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him leave.." Brock whispered as more tears fell from his eyes and hit the floor. Bryce still tried to help his friend calm down but the hours on the couch seemed to pass by faster than he expected, yet he stayed.

Brain was Brock's everything and losing him had broke the poor boy down. After everything.

All the blonde could do was try to comfort him with his words which were comforting and inviting. "It's not your fault Brock, you did what you could.." His whisper was tender and nearly caring but Brock still cried. He needed to find Brian now.

After another thirty minutes the male had finally run out of tears to shed and was left shaking violently in the blondes arms. "Brock," Bryce said as he tore himself away from his friend. "I'll find Brian for you.." Brock tore his gaze from the floor and locked it with his friends before letting his trembling lips part, "How..?"

"I know people. I promise you I will not stop until I find him okay?"

•Ryan's Apartment.

Ryan flicked a cigarette into the ash tray as his eyes scanned over the folder he held in his hand, sweat poured from his forehead. Even the fan couldn't keep him cool. Sunlight barley peering through the blinds.

Ryan let smoke fall past his lips as he grasped the glass filled with liquor before taking a small sip. The liquid burned his throat as he stared down at the paper in front of him. It was Gracie's file. By now he should've been drunk off his ass but something was keeping that from happening, God he wish he knew.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door which had caused his gaze to tear from the victims paper and stare for a moment. It couldn't have been his partner because Smitty was at home with the recent victims file studying it. "Come in." When the door opened he didn't get who he expected to see but someone he didn't expect to see. Bryce McQuaid.

The blonde boy walked inside his house as if he owned it before closing the door behind him. Ryan eyed him before speaking, "What do you want?" His words were a little to harsh and he knew it but how could this kid just roll up in his house and look at him with that look he got from everyone else? Disgust.

"Well I came to ask for you help," He paused as his blue eyes fell onto the glass. "But I see you're busy."

Ryan crackled a little as he closed the yellow file of his victim and sat upright in his chair, shifting his body to Bryce. "Please do tell me what brings you here Bryce." The way he said it sent a shiver up the others males spine and at the sight of his small shiver he gave a smirk. "Well..my friend is missing." Bryce began as he looked around the room to avoid eye contact. "So I've heard.." Ryan said as he leaned back in his chair.

"I need your help okay? Brock is tore up about it and I don't like to see him the way he is.." Bryce cut right to it after Ryan's statement. The older could see the concern and nervousness in his blue eyes which seemed to stare right through him. "Bryce," he began. "I understand you want to find your friend. I respect that.." He paused again as his hazel eyes locked with the blondes blue ones. "But I can't help you."

"What? Why not?"

"Because I have to find a psychopath who is killing everyone in daylight and in the moonlight." Ryan's answer was bittersweet to Bryce and the older one knew it by the face he got. "Please Ryan! I won't ever bother you again..just help me out with this one thing.." Bryce begged as he moved towards the table.

"Bryce I can't."

The blonde stopped and stared at him before making a face and turning on his heel for the door. When his fingers wrapped around the knob he turned to Ryan with a glare, "If you won't help me then fine. I'll find him myself." Now that made Bryce sound like a child who had been spoiled his whole life. Like a kid getting his toy taken away. "Bryce," He called, watching the blonde stop at the door. "Don't try to be a hero..not everyone's worth the blood you'll bleed.." Bryce scoffed as he left the older in his apartment.

Ryan looked back to the file and sighed deeply until he felt soft fur under his fingertips. He smiled softly as he ran a hand down his dogs coat, earning a whine in reply. "Oh Buddy what am I going to do?" His whisper was as silent as the sink water tapping.

Ryan leaned up with a groan and his hand accidentally hit the glass off the table which caused him to gasp and go wide eyed as he watched it fall then shatter against the floor. "Goddamn it." He groaned out as he bent down to pick it up. "Fuck!" His gasp made his dog jerk away but he pulled his finger up to see he had cut it on the glass, his blood staining it.

•Bryce's Home..

"Don't be a hero..not everyone's worth the blood you'll shed.."

Those words of advice played through his head as he looked himself over in the mirror. The dark purple hoodie he had on brought out his blue eyes while his golden locks fell from their place. Bryce ran a finger over the mirror as he sighed to himself.

He was going to do it.

His hand gripped the flashlight tightly as he turned away from reflection. His cat rubbed itself against his leg and he knelt down to pet it goodbye.