《Seb Aesthetic Above》

He scowled and looked to his right at the guy next to him. He was seated casually on his chair, barely saying anything ever since they caught the pleading man in front of them.

Seb gritted his teeth and looked back at the man, his eyes following the gush of blood running down from the side of his right eyebrow to his cheek, chin and dripping down his white shirt.

Brock stood by the man his hand resting on his seat as he leaned back on the wall behind him. The man was tied up and the cloth that had been over his mouth now on his neck, simply resting there and not necessarily choking him; not yet anyway.

"I—I don't know, I—."

Eros sighed and leaned back on his seat, crossing his arms,

"The truth." He said, watching the shaking man.

Vincent looked away, his teeth gritting, "I can't believe he sent kids to come after me."

Eros looked at Brock who nodded and took out his retractable knife, his face blank as he walked in front of the man, bending his knees so he was eye level with him. He tilted his head to the side and held the knife up at the guys face. Vincent stiffened,

"Last chance to talk and walk away from this." Brock said.

The man searched his gaze for a while before he scoffed stubbornly. Brock huffed and brought the sharp point of his knife to the man's throat applying no pressure as he trailed it down to in between the man's collar bone then trailed a path to the man's left breast through his white shirt.

"Do you really want me to cut you open while you're conscious?" Brock asked, his eyes darkening as he held himself back.

"You won't do shıt."

Brock gritted his teeth and maneuvered his right hand—the one with the knife—and pushed it through the chair; right between the man's little and ring fingers. Vincent let out a startled noise from the back of his throat as he jumped slightly.

"Talk." Brock gritted out, "—where is he?" He added, tired of playing soft.

Vincent gaped, colour draining on his face as he realised he really was screwed. This wasn't a joke, the three gentlemen in front of him were actually going to kill him. He gulped.

Brock gritted his teeth and pulled the knife off roughly before he brought the sharp edge to his throat, this time adding pressure. The man gritted his teeth as the knife pierced through the skin of his neck.

A wave of satisfaction rushed through Brock as blood begun to trickle down his neck, he pushed the knife deeper. Vincent panicked and his eyes widened,

"I'll talk, I'll tell you what you need to know." He ground out, his eyes shut due to the excruciating pain and the throbbing of his head.

Brock pulled back slightly but kept the knife on the bastard's neck, while Eros watched silently with his arms crossed.

"On condition that I walk out of here alive."

Brock looked back at Eros in time to see his nod. He smirked and pulled back completely, getting on his feet and resuming standing beside the man.

There was absolutely no way he was walking out of here alive. He held back a smirk and looked at the ground, composing himself.

"He's on the run. He knew you—well Gregor—would be after him and—."

"Where is he?" Seb asked, getting tired if the man's useless games.

"London, he moved to London." Vincent said in defeat, answering a bit too soon for Eros' liking. He stood up deliberately taking his time as he approach the man. Vincent gulped and looked away from Eros's gaze, confirming his suspicion.

He leaned in close enough to intimidate him, with his right hand on the back of the chair; his dark hair falling on his forehead and his eyes narrowed. He didn't, however, say anything; didn't need to.

Vincent gulp and shut his lowered eyes, his heart beating frantically in his chest. This boy was intense.

No wonder Gregor sent them, he thought and gulped,

"M—Mexico, he's in Mexico." He said truthfully and gave them the exact address hesitantly; but the glare the boy sent him made him recite it as if it were a tongue twister.

Eros nodded at Brock who cut the ropes up; releasing the man from their clutches. Vincent got up and practically ran out the door, wanting to get as far away from there as he could and immediately warn Alberto before they got to him.

He didn't get far however because Eros reached for the Glock secured in his pocket, put off the safety and pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot through the back of Vincent's head. He was just a foot distance from the door to his freedom before his body fell limply on the ground and to his almost painless death.

"For a second there I thought you'd actually let him run. That would have been bad." Brock said, straightening up from the wall and walking up towards the dead man.

He gripped his shirt and wiped his bloody knife on it before drawing it back to its pocket hooked to his side.

Seb got to dialing and called up the clean—up group, giving them the address then stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He looked at Eros who now stood in front of the window his hands in his pockets and the butt of his gun poking out from his back pocket. Seb frowned and approached him.

"Something wrong?" He asked, looking out the window himself; staring at the trees surrounding the little cabin they were in. He pursed his lips thinking back to the dead man behind them.

Even if he made it out the door, he'd have nowhere to run to other than further into the tall, green trees. Even if Eros hadn't shot him, Vincent would have been killed by something much worse out there.

The things that lurked in those woods; beast, snakes, carnivorous people and tribes that would kill anyone or anything foreign to them.

Eros nodded his head once, answering Seb's question before he turned and walked towards the door with a frowning Seb and Brock following him with their eyes.

They exchanged concerned looks before following him out; walking back to school; his unusual behaviour playing at the back on their heads.

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"Welcome back." An all too familiar voice said as he shut the door behind him.

He just got back from the cabin, exhausted. He sighed, ignored her and wordlessly walked straight to his bed.

"We need to talk." she said.

He shut his eyes and laid back on his bed.

"Why do you have a gun with you and don't you dare say for protection because we're in a school not a bloody war zone."

There was a long, exaggerated pause before he forced himself to give her an answer.

"It is none of your concern."

It really wasn't any her god damn business.

"Really? Because in case you forgot, we're roommates and if, god forbid, you do end up being a murderer and cops show up at our door because of what you hypothetically did and I end up being a suspect or even a freaking—."

Eros said nothing in return. Only laid in silence, his head throbbing painfully.

"I'm trying to look out for you in case—."

"Don't."

"I need to know, Eros. I need to know if I should be concerned."

Eros gritted his teeth and ran a hand over his face; annoyed.

He still didn't say a word.

Ashley seemed to have given up on the topic and after a few beats, brought up a new one.

"Why do you keep things from people when clearly it's their business too and they have a right to know?"

Eros frowned, knowing that she wasn't talking about the gun anymore but of his sister.

She blinked, "Ally's my friend, and she's really bummed that you won't tell her anything."

"I know." was his short answer.

And he did, but, it was the only way; it was how it was meant to be. The less she knew—the less she got involved— the better. He did make a promise after all; and he intended to keep it.

"I hope you have a good enough reason to keep it from her." she murmured and leaned back on the bed, shutting her eyes.

You never know, she thought.

He didn't say anything to reassure her. A few minutes in, Ashley heard his soft rhythm breathing and figured he must have fallen asleep. She pursed her lips, her mind busying trying to guess why he is the way he is. No matter how much she thought about it, either she couldn't come up with a valid enough reason or it wasn't likely the reason.

She let out a breath and sunk back into her sheets

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Seb came bursting through the door, a terrified look on his face. Brock was not far behind him. He flicked on the lights to the room and looked around for him. Ashley jolted up from her bed, surprised

"What the heck, Seb!"

But she was ignored as Brock approach the still sleeping guy on his bed.

"Eros." He called, his voice sounding panicked.

Ashley frowned, caught off-guard by the expression in his eyes before she heard it. The screams of terror and rushed footsteps coming from outside.

"What's going on?" She asked, terrified.

Brock shook Eros awake. He sat up before he stiffened slightly, most likely having heard the commotion from outside.

He looked at Brock, then at Seb, a frown on his confused, half asleep face.

"Gre—." Seb paused, glancing at Ashley from the corner of his eyes, "—dammit, we need to go, now."

Eros got up and reached for something in his bedside drawer.

Ashley's eyes immediately narrowed into splits,

"Well would you look at that." she said, crossing her arms.

Seb and Brock looked at her curiously but Eros ignored her, his jaw jumping as he pulled the magazine of his gun out to check for bullets before pushing back in and putting the gun back in his pocket.

Then walked out of their shared room. Seb followed after. At least Brock was kind enough to send an apologetic smile her way before following the other two out the room.

Ashley's eyes however didn't miss the gun tucked in his and Seb's pockets as well. She scowled and slumped back on her seat.

Seriously, she said to herself concerned, what the heck?

And what was Seb about to spill?

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