TW: SA, KNIVES, DEATH?

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WILL POV-

---- Friday 8:12 PM ----

"Well, this is the right floor!" The brunette mumbled under his breath, checking his phone to ensure the address he got was correct. Stepping out the elevator to the hall, he observed the décor; the monochromatic greys of the ceiling matching the dull atmosphere surrounding him. Everything industrial, with no personality sunken into anything.

Will sighed, oddly something he was expecting when he came here today; his job was hard to explain, it was only something he could do at night; and no... it isn't what you think...

Approaching door 504, the brunette checked his phone again; taking a deep breath clutching the handles of his backpack. He rang the doorbell; hearing murmur and shuffling from the other side. The door hastily opened a crack, revealing a slightly older gentleman; probably in his mid-forties with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr Braxton?" The brunette questioned, observing the man's features; oddly attractive but age settling in; a few grey hairs in his neatly combed hair and stubble, with a few wrinkles around his lips.

"You must be Will!" Mr Braxton opened the door fully, allowing the boy to enter.

The small boy ventured in, scanning the apartment; plain! The white walls paired with the wooden floors exuded the same aura as an Ikea set up, sure; visually it was stunning but not somewhere lived in.

Mr Braxton closed the door behind him nervously and silently. It was evident he was trying to be as quiet as possible, standing before the small boy with authority, "Thank you for coming!" He extended a hand for the brunette, exchanging a formal greeting.

"I'm glad to be here Mr Braxton!" Will politely accepted, shaking the hand attentively presenting himself in the best way possible.

"Oh, call me Eric! I like to keep it casual!" He demanded, throwing his arms into the air, "Shall we?" his arm outstretched directing to the living room.

"Okay... Eric!" The brunette nodded, showing no emotion. Will wondered over as the man followed behind, a bright grin on his face.

Will sat down but remembered the task at hand, he only had one chance... Well, he actually had many, but he'd rather get this over quickly. Now at this point, it may seem confusing; Didn't Will come here to complete a job? But nothing to be worried about, that was still the case, the small boy did come here for some work... Let's just say this is 'work experience'; learning about corrupt and vile people, but with unethical practises; getting to the root of the problems and... extinguishing it.

"Would you like something to drink?" Eric spoke cutting him out his thoughts

The brunette noticed, shaking his head, "Just water please!"

"Oh, come on!" Mr Braxton turned to face him, "Let's have some whiskey! Let loose! Have some fun!"

"I'm just 16!" Will lied, he was actually 21... so why did he lie? It's simple. It's the reason he was here today. The brunette had been hearing through the grapevine of a private tutor; one with bad intentions and finally tracked him down. The man only tutors' students under a certain age: high schoolers. That in itself is not a heinous thing... What if that age range was his specialty? He could just be a high school teacher just wanting to impart wisdom on his students.

But of course that wasn't the case, and probably never was. From multiple sources, the brunette had found out more about the man, and the way he would act to his pupils; firstly, making them sign non-disclosure agreements, and only then he would 'teach' them. Will thought it was pretty stupid idea to begin with, since minors signing a contract is not legally binding. Most of his victims were too scared to say anything but Will decided to... end his behaviour.

"You shouldn't refuse a gift from your tutor!" Eric reprimanded,

The brunette hesitated. Eric's intentions clear, but Will needed to play along... at least for a small while, "Okay! If you say so!" but he had no intention of drinking it, rather just giving the illusion of cooperation.

"Good boy!" The tutor praised him, sending shivers down Will's neck. The feeling as the teacher approach from behind the couch leaning over to hand him the drink, caused his face to scrunch; hot breath prominent on his neck. The brunette attempted to calm himself; repeating that it would all be over soon. Eric placed a hand on his shoulder allowing it to linger before walking around the couch sitting a few feet away. Nervously Will brought the drink to his lip but didn't dare to drink it, hearing stories of how the man would lace the alcohol. So, when the old man wasn't looking, tipped the beverage incrementally in the potted-plant by his side.

"So..." Eric stretched his words taking a sip of his drink, "You know there's a murderer about... a boy like you shouldn't be all by yourself!"

Will mumbled, "I think a 'boy like me' is actually one of the safest!"

"Why's that?" Eric asked

The brunette shrugged, "I'm always safe!" Slightly smirking

Changing the subject, the man swirled his drink with another sip, "What would you like to learn today?" The old man's voice unnervingly smooth and seductive, a chill running down Will's spine.

"Umm... A-anything!" The brunette stuttered. This wasn't the first time he needed to do something like this... but no matter how many times he tried, he just could not reciprocate flirting but he wanted to finish his task... he needed to do this, "I mean whatever you have in mind, probably something... hard?" biting his own cheek over the words he just said; God! What would his mother say if she heard him flirt? 'Ew gross' he thought, this was no time to be thinking about mothers.

"Hard?" Eric chuckled pleased to hear that, "Oh I have something hard for you to work on!" scooting closer to the small boy placing his drink on the table and the other hand on the rim of the couch behind Will; trapping him in his place.

The brunette internally scrunched his face, feeling as if he wanted to throw up but kept his composure for the sake of the plan; he needed to, not just for him but for everyone who had been a victim. "W-what did you have in mind?"

Suddenly, before he could answer Will grabbed his head, laying down on the couch; pretending to feel woozy. "I don't feel well all of a sudden!" He lied putting on a show to appear drugged.

Feeling the old man's breath on his neck, he questioned "What are you doing?"

"Shh!" Eric whispered into his ear, struggling to unbutton his shirt.

"Eric?" The brunette grabbed his cheeks with one hand, "I said: What are you doing?"

The old man jumped from the couch standing up straight, shaking his head. He walked backwards, slowly taking steps until the back of his knees hit his chair finally sitting down; his eyes widening and his heartbeat elevated. This was the first time a student had not been affected by his trick.

"What's wrong Eric?" The brunette questioned mockingly, like he was talking to a child.

"I-I thought you were- you were dr-" Eric pointed, stammering his words.

"Drugged?" The brunette cut off, digging through his bag and pulling out rope and a knife.

"Yes! I mean no!" The man shook his head.

"Well, isn't that a bummer!" The brunette jokingly pouted stepping forward to him. He leaned over placing the knife to his throat, urging the man to be complacent as he grabbed his wrists to strap the old man to the chair; now unable to run away and bound to his position.

"What are you gonna do? Rob me?" The man accused.

"Eric, Eric, Eric!" Will shook his head, "You have such a sense of humour! If I wanted to rob you I could have already without you noticing. I have many talents... this is only one of them!"

"Then what do you want?" Eric attempted to appear calm, but his voice trembled.

"I just want to have a lesson..." The brunette smirked toying with the older male, "Isn't that why I came here today?"

"A- a lesson? And then you'll leave?" The old man pleaded.

"Something like that! But first..." the brunette wondered the room digging into the man's wine cabinet pulling out the most expensive bottle he could find, "How about some whiskey? To keep things 'casual'?" Will mocked using the old man's line back to him.

"This isn't funny! Let me go now!" Eric demanded; a growl hinted through his words.

"Eric!" Will spoke stern, "I don't think you know who is in control of this situation, so let me give you a clue... it's me!"

"You little bitch!" The man seethed with anger

"I've heard better insults... you should work on them!" Will chuckled, rolling his eyes. He used the bottle in his hand and in one swift motion cracked it over the old man's head.

Eric's body went limp, only seeing a bloody wound on his head, but it was evident he was still alive, breathing with only a minimal injury. The brunette stepped over to his bag, shuffling through to pull out a cleaver... "Well... this is gonna be fun"  

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1555 Words

Remember to check out my other books, 'Panic in the Movies', 'Project Playdate' and 'Comic Catastrophe' 

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This is just the pilot for the new book... I'm just testing the waters with this idea!

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