Alexander huffed when he woke up from last night, he had taken one look at himself in the mirror of Jupiter's home. His hair was disheveled, and he tried his best to at least look presentable. Last nights events running through his head. He had killed that woman that had taken a liking to Jupiter. Flashes of the blood soaked room, and presenting his prized kill to Jupiter had brought a rush of thrill back into memory. The sheer look on the man's face had excited Alexander to no end and he laughed quietly to himself. The mirror reflected the madness back to him, and he noticed something was off in the way his eyes glinted. Those blue eyes that seemed to always be emotionless had finally seemed to glint with some sort of... joy? No not joy, he couldn't feel joy. He just took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair and quickly grabbed his shirt. He had a lot of work now, he had called Jupiter, but there had been no response. Jupiter probably had passed out on the couch tired out of his mind. The shock from yesterday of looking upon Alexander had caused the man to go in a state of unknowing. That predatory smile reached Alexander's lips, and he shuddered at the thought of Jupiter kneeling down in front of the body. He gripped the counter tightly trying to contain his excitement to go out and kill another for Jupiter. Maybe try to receive praise this time? As if he were a child trying to impress a little crush.
Walking towards the back door, he looked once down the hall where Jupiter was sleeping. One of these days you'll fall into hell with me, sweetling. And quickly made for the body in hopes to dispose of it before anyone could catch a wiff of the decaying body. When rolling the body out into the open, he examined it one last time in hopes to burn it's memory in his head. When he rolled the body on its back, Jupiter's crossed out name which was now illegible... wait... which should have been illegible. He remember specifically ripping the skin to destroy the name, but the word Jupiter was scratched into the arm of his victim. Someone found his body... someone touched Alexander's work of art. He looked left and right trying to think of anyone he knew that would have even a clue about him. None came to mind. This wasn't good-- for either of them. But he couldn't tell Jupiter, because that would make the boy even more worried and possibly even turn in Alexander. Not that Alexander wouldn't mind. He would gladly suffocate Jupiter under a pillow, the most romantic way to kill someone. The sweet intimacy of being on top of someone as you hold their breath in the palm of your hands. Shaking thoughts of killing Jupiter out of his head, he had a problem, and he had to solve it before something like this got outta hand. That meant destroying the body once and for all. Dont worry Jupiter... I'll be back.
faceclaim;; Lucky Blue Smith
(so I was thinking, that I like the idea of Luke find that similar thing that Alexander sees in Jupiter. That interesting characteristic that perks Luke's interest, but at the same time wanting Alexander approval. That way he wouldn't mind hurting (physically) and manipulating Jupiter if it meant finding out who Luke's killer idol is and becoming like him.
As any normal day started for Luke, it had been time to observe. He was a quiet fellow, who was very charitable. Recently he moved into the neighborhood, and found the people to be quite diverse. So diverse that upon observation he had found out secrets that were probably meant to stay a secret. But how could one miss the trail of blood that ran up a neighbor's fence? A neighbor he had still yet to meet, and one that intrigued him. Through his observation he had come upon a smell that was all too familiar to him, and he had to check it out. Mind you, this was rather early in the morning and most people were still asleep. With his flashlight app on his phone he had come upon a body. Nothing shocked him anymore, and he easily pulled the body from underneath the house to observe what laid before him. It was almost like a ritual. There had been flowers that were welting, and a body carved with every cut intended for it's viewer. The person who had done this was well in fact one of Luke's role-model, but this wasn't the norm that his role-model had done. It was hidden, and it was under someone's porch. From his observant nature he had gathered almost everyone's names, including Jupiter's name, whose house he was trespassing on. Neighbors liked to talk, and Jupiter had been a topic from the conversations he had with others. Saying he was a kind boy with a sweet nature to him. There would be no wrong doings the boy could do that would make the neighbors hate him. But Jupiter wasn't the serial killer that Luke looked up to. So why in the seven hells did a body find its way to this guys house? It could only mean one thing-- the serial killer was showing interest in Jupiter and that bugged Luke just a smidgen.
There were times where he mimicked his idol's work and never took credit. He hoped the killer would find it amusing to know that Luke studied much of the killer's technique and admired him for the ruthlessness of his kills, but this body that laid before him was something else. It was like a calling out to someone, and that someone was Jupiter. Rubbing his jaw, he wondered just a tiny bit what this Jupiter fellow was like if he had captured the Killer's affections. Such a beautiful presentation of a body shouldn't be stuffed under a porch like this. Instead, he wrote Jupiters name with a small knife he had in his pocket in hopes to send a message to the Killer. Luke wanted him to know that he was watching carefully, and non-nonchalantly shoved the body back under and continued on his small little walk as if nothing happened.
It wasn't until maybe a little before noon did he spot a man walking out of Jupiter's home. He thought nothing of it to be honest. After all, what Killer would risk exposure by staying at someones house? Maybe when the events occurred Jupiter called for the man's help. The man didn't look too special, he just hopped down the front porch and made way down the street, with hands in his pockets and a perk in his step. Cocking his head to the side he tried remember the man's face and tried to recall if he had met him or not. No matter. All Luke wanted to do was get to know Jupiter a little better. If his idol had found Jupiter interesting, then he would try to walk into the very same shoes and check out Jupiter. Luke hoped that by socializing with Jupiter he could bring out the Killer and show the killer that Luke and him weren't so different. Throwing the cigarette down, he stomped it out and made his way to the house. Unlike most killers, Luke found it easy to be normal. Because the more normal you were... the less you were suspected. Walking to the door of Jupiter's house, he knocked. Maybe his idol was watching his moves? Maybe not? He just wanted to see what was so special about this Jupiter kid.