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[FREUDE WAYLAND]

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His eyes blurred slightly, the door creaking as he clicked it open. The sudden bang as the hinges snapped and the strong wood fell to the floor put him on edge. Brushing the dust out of his way he walked slowly up the long cobweb filled corridor. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he remembered the week before, dressed in black with the same expression on his face.

He had stabbed Jacob Reich as the tattoo artist had walked around the asylum looking for a 'hot date' that had messaged him over the internet. Freude had set up the whole thing, Jimmy liked to claim that he did all the work, but the members of the suits knew differently.

He breathed out, looking up and down the walls of the corridors. As he moved deeper into the building the walls became cleaner, forensics having scrubbed away the blood. Freude smiled and ran his fingertips over the walls, it was beautiful. To him anyway.

Frowning he turned, having heard a sound, probably a mouse scuttling over the floor, but still. There hadn't been any the last time he had come. It couldn't have been Caleb, since Freude had spent more nights away he had made the other boy promise he wouldn't go out after dark. Of course the suits who who was off limits, but Freude was becoming wary of Jimmy. The two had never seen eye-to-eye over Caleb, it was the first thing they truly disagreed on. Freude wouldn't put it past Jimmy to do something stupid.

He groaned, hands rubbing up over his eyes. He was losing sleep. He just wanted Halloween to be over and done with. It was going to drive him insane, and he was going to let something slip if he wasn't careful. Caleb was starting to notice his silence, the lack of activity in the bedroom due to exhaustion. Freude always enjoyed nights with Caleb, but now, he was too tired or he had a headache.

He didn't ever want to let Caleb down.

He looked up as he hear the sound of something stepping on wood. Someone else had entered the building. Reaching into his bag he pulled out his gun, keeping it close to his chest. Whoever they were, they weren't going to leave this asylum alive.

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[justusricky]

Justus was sort of still pissed from his trip to New York. He’d gotten there and found the exact place where the bitch, and his baby had been living. It was such a terrible place to have his son. It looked like some kind of crack head hotel room. It was that small, and that disgusting. And to think this time he’d let the crazy slut go off without a bullet throw her head. Wrong. If he ever found her, he swore, he’d kill her. Problem was though, someone had been giving information to her. Someone on “his” side. “So very disappointed.” He said while he made the guy sweat, and eventually killed him off as well, but now he was back in Vegas going back to work. He’d actually just had lunch with a few important people who would be able to supply him with drugs, guns, ect.

He’d also heard about the recent killings in Vegas. Where they had happened, and what the stories were. He was quite determined though, to go see the scenes himself. Each one by one he would pay a visit to at some point. Keeping tabs on the city, was a good thing to do. His first choice though, was the asylum. Apparently some tattoo artist named Jacob Reich had been stabbed here. He was wearing a suit, and white tie of course. The white tie probably symbolized some kind of group or clan. It was a nice touch, Justus had to admit. It was kind of like them saying “Hah. Hah. Can’t touch me.”

Justus ran his hand over his fade and back as he walked up to the asylums doors, and then glanced down to catch the end of his pants legs to be over his boots. My god that looked so nerdy. Leaning down, he took the ends and pushed them under and down into the boots, before standing up. This hole time he wasn’t nervous, scared, or feeling anything right now for that matter. But that was until he heard the slightest creak of the floor inside. Standing still, his eyebrows mashed together listening a little bit harder. There it went again.

He pulled out his gun, positioning it in the proper way and made his way in, glancing around for any movement or sound. Now he could just feel the presence of another person. Some people would just leave, but not him. Not when he came for any kind of clue. Plus, he wasn’t a pussy. No one could scare him. Narrowing his eyes, and pointed his desert eagle now straight ahead of him. Then he came up to a male figure. He immediately pressed on the trigger slightly, then began to release off the trigger as he realized who this guy was. Of course, Justus’ had done his homework. Freude Wayland. Even though he didn’t shoot, he kept the gun in place, yet he almost mumbled quick enough after their running into each other. “I’m not putting the gun down, until you do. Keep in mind. I’m very heard to get rid of, big boy.”

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Big boy? Flirting already, are we? That's a quick jump in our relationship, seeing as it looks like you want to kill me, Freude teased, keeping his gun in position for a moment longer as he assessed the other man. Justus Rodriguez. Not any real threat, that was for sure. The man worked for another gang, no doubt trying to find out who was involved with the killings. In circles like that, Freude was pretty proud to be part of the Suits.

He smirked at the other male and took a daring step closer, finally lowering his gun. He wasn't scared of Justus, Jimmy had already told Freude about the other. He was more...curious. Justus had rejected Jimmy's offer of joining the Suits - who did that?

Of course Justus was now on their list of targets, but it wasn't essential to kill him now. Freude's eyes narrowed slightly, eyeing up the other's attire as he did. What are you doing here? he asked sceptically, keeping a tight grip on his gun that was hanging by his side.

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Keeping his gun positioned, Justus rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Relationship? Aren’t you in one of those with..hmm..” His eyes kept on Freude while his eyes squinted trying to think of that little boy’s name. After Freude lowered his gun, he did as well then he snapped his fingers and nodded. “Ah. Caleb. That’s his name.” Justus was almost positive Freude would get ticking after that comment. Not like he had time to kill some innocent faggot boy. He had a lot going on here, that would just be wasting his bullets. Though, he found it funny that everyone underestimated him, just because he’d rather take the lable as a “gang”. Honestly? He could be called a mafia, or just a group of assassins, but thing was he always figured those groups were to cocky.

Clearing his throat he smiled before taking a few steps into the corridor, eyeing over the guy’s shoulder where he figured Jacob was killed “You know why I‘m here, don‘t play stupid.” His eyes left the wall then back to Freude before continuing past him. Justus was ready to grab his gun quick if he’d act stupid enough to make a move. Stepping a bit closer to where he looked, he tilted his head. “Once again, a suit with a white tie. Huh?” Justus shook his head and tsk’d under his voice. “I really hope no one outside of the suits, actually know about the suits, because it’s pretty obvious. Did you come back to replay the whole thing?”

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Freude didn't even bat an eyelid at the comment about Caleb. Of course the other male had said it to try and get a rise out of him, but it wouldn't work. I am well aware of who I am in a relationship with, thank you. he scorned, brushing off the other's comment as if it was nothing - which it was.

He raised an eyebrow as Justus walked closer to him, loosening his grip on the gun. This guy wasn't a threat to him. He seemed to just be curious - though curiosity did kill the cat, or in this case, the idiot in white. I didn't understand a word of what you just said, Freude said, shaking his head slightly and tucking his free hand into his pocket.

You have just proved that people who are not part of the Suits know about it. The deaths aren't about who has heard of us and who hasn't. We're not murdering without a cause, unlike yourself. Freude turned his back on the other man and started to walk down the corridor. It was strange to seen the place so clean, no blood left from the police investigation. And I still have no idea why you're here, are you stalking me? Freude asked, smirking slightly to himself.

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[justusricky]

Awe. Dammit. Freude didn’t get mad about me making a comment about his little boyfriend. Sad, really, that could have been fun. Justus thought as he continued to look along the wall where the Jacob boy would have been. Only slightly was he actually listening to Freude. Who needed to? Justus was already convinced that The Suits had been killing people, putting them in little suits and white ties to fuck with people ,and also Freude most likely was the on to kill Jacob Reich, while who? Devon killed some of the others. Justus really needed to figure out who else worked for Jimmy as a hitman.

Freude’s attempt to an insult made Justus smile. Slowly he turned around and flashed his smile taking steps toward the entrance, since he’d already basically figured out what he came for. All in a short time, so many questions were answered. Lifting his gun up to his temple, he scratched his head with the end of it as he walked with that smug grin upon his face.

“Freude, Yes. I’m stalking you. I can’t help myself, really. It’s an obsession, but all that I said really only matters to me. Doesn’t it?” Justus said in a cocky tone “Since, I‘m not a threat. Why be threatened?”
He finished, placing a fake questionable expression upon his face.