Part 17

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The dark black orbs eyed the sandy blonde hair, as he walk towards him. He rose a eyebrow, what does he want? I called the people on him. He took a note at the fact that he didn't have a pissed off, furrowed eyebrow expression, no he was grinning.

"Grayson, what brings you here?"

"After those men chased me and jumped me, I think I saw reality. I'm here to take up your offer from three years ago." He ran a hand through his slick black hair, while his mouth hung open.

"You want to finally join me?" The light purple eyes lit up, nodding vigorously. "How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Oh come on now." The boy deadpanned, letting out a soft chuckle. "Remember I'm the only one who knows when your lying and your the only one who knows if I'm lying. So tell me, am I lying?"

"Depends, tell me something." Although what he asked for was vague, the older knew what he meant.

"Schlatt let go of me, because I murdered people and never got the whole story, now he's trying to use me to take you down. I couldn't do it with a good conscience knowing that I'm going to hurt my childhood best friend so I'm double crossing them." A smile plastered onto the youngers face, he held his hand out and purpled shook it.

"Welcome back Grayson." The two sat in the field in silence, comforting silence. The sound of the crickets and tree branches moving, breaking was peaceful.

In the wicked mind of the almost coal colored hair boy, he was thinking of how to use that tree branch. Puncture it through someone's heart? Maybe there neck? Or maybe sharpen it, rip open the persons shirt, dragging it across there skin, hearing their curdling scream as blood drips out of there wounds, the death being slow and long lasting.

"Remember when we used to sit in fields like this, Mrs. Raymond would watch us practice shooting.." The seventeen year old started breaking the silence.

"Oh yea, remember that day when you accidentally shot yourself." They both laughed reminiscing about the good old days.

"Now we're just manipulating a group a famous people and we're doing it flawlessly." The blonde said putting a fist out waiting for the pounds back, and getting it.

"Hey do you want to get food?" Purpled gave him a toothy smile, mouthing yes. "You still like bacon cheese burgers with a sunny side up egg, with a chocolate milkshake on the side?"

"Der, don't expect me to know your regular."

The two chuckled, catching up on what's happened putting everything behind them and deep down in the mind of Grayson he almost felt a twinge of guilt for lying to Derek, gaining his trust only to break it once more in the future.

Almost.

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