murderouslyhaunted:
Munching quietly on the grapes he’d taken from the fridge, Xue Yang eyed the boy. He was quite strange but he didn’t have any normalcy to go off of. His own mother isolated him, going so far as to lock him in the closet in the attic at times when she did have someone over. Like he was—
A grape burst in his hand as he hadn’t realized he’d closed his fist around it. Xue Yang stared at it for a long moment before wandering off back into the kitchen.
“We won’t have to run if they don’t find the body.” It seemed to make perfect sense to him.
Turning the sink faucet on he cleaned his hands, watching the dried blood chip away. Ah, right. They should probably get rid of their clothes for new ones. Maybe there were some upstairs? He’d gotten blood all over Wen Xun’s outfit, too..
Instead of waiting for Wen Xun to scold him further he disappeared up the steps, the sound of doors being opened following shortly after. Xue Yang was rummaging through things. As neatly as he could, at least.
Wen Xun felt a slight tremor run through him as Xue Yang burst a grape in his grip. Had he upset him? Was he going to need to scrap with him, or walk on eggshells, or…? What was he thinking, running off with a stranger?
He didn’t want to go back, though. He had made up his mind, and now he had to live with his choice. Besides, he shouldn’t be so quick to jump to conclusions. He would take things one day at a time, learn about Xue Yang, and treat him fairly and kindly. Any doubt or fear he had, he’d learn to navigate in a way that wouldn’t hurt him.
Wen Xun didn’t want to bring him pain.
He forced himself to sit up even though his legs hurt, tracking Xue Yang’s movement through the house so he wouldn’t lose sight of him in the dark. He didn’t want to be alone.
“Don’t kill anyone,” he closed his eyes and huffed. “Please. I just want a life that’s as free from stress as we can manage. Okay? I’ll never be able to sleep at peace if I know some innocent person is stuffed under the floorboards or something…”
Ah, he was talking to himself. Xue Yang had just blown him off and gone upstairs. Fine, so be it. He still wasn’t going to let him kill anyone, or harm them, or give them any reason to even know they were here at all. Whether it were juvie or his own home, he refused to be locked up.
Hugging his legs, he let his forehead rest against his knees. It didn’t seem like there was anyone running by outside, and Xue Yang wasn’t being loud enough doing whatever he was doing to alert anyone anyhow. He didn’t want to be alone, but he also didn’t want to risk upsetting the fragile balance of the night. They could get to know each other better come morning, right?
Besides, walking alone through the dark house didn’t feel safe at the moment.
Crawling up onto the couch, he curled himself up on it and closed his eyes.
Wen Xun's words had reached his ears. He was just too far away to respond. If the boy wanted to be free... why was he with him right now, then? Xue Yang felt an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He didn't want to let the other boy go, though. He— wanted a friend.
Even if Xue Yang wasn't like other kids, he wanted a friend.
Not hurting someone just because he had been told not to do so might be hard, though. He had no impulse control and always did what he wanted. Well, as much as his mother would let him before now. She wasn't in the way anymore.
Picking out some clean clothes, something caught his eye. Xue Yang silently moved over toward the shelf, picking up an action figure he had always wanted since catching a glimpse of it on the television. It was even more spectacular in person!
It was a figurine of a young boy from an animation he'd seen from time to time. His mother refused to get him anything he wanted, though. He never had toys.
So, naturally, Xue Yang was excited. Clutching the action figure in hand and clean clothes in the other, he audibly rushed downstairs and thrust out the figurine. "Look, look..! I've never seen one in person, I've always wanted one."












