Gabriel was sitting at the back of the lunchroom at his usual table. Like usual, the lunch his mother had packed him remained untouched while he focussed on the current book he was reading. He wasn't at all peering over it from time to time, looking for Elle. He wasn't getting impatient waiting for her or anything ( Read more... )

The rest of the week was testy between them, to say the very least. The next day Elle had walked right by his locker, not even stopping to look at him as she dropped his jacket on the floor at his feet. When he picked it up and pulled it on, it smelled more like her than he expected. He made sure to wash it as soon as he got home. He didn’t need to ( Read more... )

Friday nights were usually when Gabriel went to the movies. And like usual, he was going by himself. Not that he cared. The few times he's been on dates girls have always wanted to make out or hold hands or something, and he wanted to actually watch the movie he paid to see. Was that so much ( Read more... )

Gabriel was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Elle. After all, she had promised to cut his hair for him. It really was getting long, even for his taste. Now when he tried to slick it back, it gave him a sort of douchebag look. Not appealing, really ( Read more... )

Gabriel was nervous, just a little bit, as they pulled up to his father's house. There was a sign on the front yard:

Samson Gray
TaxidermistHis real father stuffed dead things? There was an irony to that, or something, but Gabriel found no comfort in that. He didn't know what he was going to find inside of there, what answers, if any, lied inside ( Read more... )

Gabriel wasn't exactly jazzed about being at Disneyland of all places. It wasn't something he would have chosen on his own accord, that was to be certain. But Elle's energy was rather contagious. She was so cute, kind of like a giant child. He was half tempted to buy her some of those Mickey Mouse ears to complete the tourist look they had going on ( Read more... )

They had been traveling a few days on the road now before they drove into Texas. Gabriel can't help but smile as they cross over the border. A few of the names on the list lived in Texas, assuming a rather tempting one involving memory. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them. And as Elle seemed to be okay with him killing now, he doubted she ( Read more... )

Gabriel sat in the passager side of the car, staring outside of the window. He felt exhausted, but he hasn't really been able to sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw his mother's shocked face, scissors jetting out of her chest, and suddenly he would feel wide awake again ( Read more... )

It wasn't until later that night that he pushed himself out of Elle's bed, offering his hand to her. He hadn't been able to sleep at all, for a variety of reasons, but it was probably for the best. After all, the more time they let pass, the harder killing Angela was going to be ( Read more... )

After they had finished cleaning up they had gotten dressed and made their way out of the hospital, heading onto the road back to the Company. The car ride is considerably shorter on the way back, but that's probably because they aren't going at it like rabbits anymore. At least not for now, anyways. They both seemed rather spent from the day's ( Read more... )