Michael's laughter echoes through the cabin. It's built in the middle of a small forest, so nobody can hear him. "Stop, why are you doing this, Michael?" Asks Frederico in a pleading voice.
"Because I like it." He grins malicious. The other boy trembles with fear. His face is covered with blood from the cuts Michael has already made.
"I thought we had something beautiful together, I thought you loved me. You tried so hard to be with me." He says, the feeling of betrayal clear in his eyes. Jitters are running through Michael's stomach and a second laugh escapes his lips that night.
"Don't you get it, Frederico? Can you imagine anything more beautiful than let someone fall in love with you and then cut that love right out of their bodies?" He says before he grabs Frederico's face and kisses him roughly. His lips taste like mint, cherries and his own blood. Frederico pushes him away but he hasn't much strength because of the drug Michael has mixed with his red cherry drink.
"Sweet dreams." Michael whispers in his ear before he cuts the main artery in Frederico's neck. His eyes grow wide in surprise. Frederico still hoped he would spare him. Pathetic boy. Blood gushes out of his body but that's not the thing Michael loves about killing, it's just a nice side effect. What excites him the most is watching the look in their eyes. The despair, the sadness and the fear. Their look betrays their broken heart. That's the reason why he has killed 5 boys from his school.
"Michael?" He hears someone scream his name. With a silent cry he sits straight in the leather couch. presumably he fell asleep.
"Michael, I know you are in here!" It's his dad. How could he be so stupid. Why didn't he clean it right away? Michael hears his father gasp for breath. Everything is over now. His hunts, his murders, his whole life. Scared of what his father might do, he looks at him.
"I'm sorry, dad." He whispers silently.
His father steps towards him and slaps him right across his face. Blood drips into Michael's mouth.
"You were the murderer all along. How could I not notice this?" He says while he shakes his head furiously, tears in his eyes.
"Are you going to tell the police?" Michael asks him stuttering.
"You know I have no choice. If they find out and know I knew about this then our whole family is in danger. I can't let that happen, Michael. Did you ever think about your little brother?" He asks downhearted. "How did you hide this from anyone, anyway?"
"I don't know. Nobody ever thinks I'm capable of doing bad things." He answers silently.
"How did you lure them in here?" He asks.
"I make them fall in love with me." He answers uncomfortable. The feeling of being interrogated is very unpleasant.
"You stay my son and I love you even when you are a fucking killer. I will tell the police, but I want you to have another chance. Tomorrow I'll give you a new identity and you will move far away from here." He sighs silently. The only thing he gives Michael is a chance to chose a new victim. In his school in romantic Italy, all the hard boys are gone, the other boys will declare their love after one day. What's the fun in that? Of course that's not what he tells his dad. If he does that, his father will call the police right this second. He would never let him go.
"Thank you, dad. I know you risk everything." Michael whispers. An image of his little brother appears in his head. He will truly miss that little fella and if he goes away, his brother will be much safer.