KCs writings

You were late, oh God you were late and Albert was stressing out. You were a stickler to your schedules and hardly ever deviated from it, so why were you late today? Did you quit? Did you get into an accident? All these questions ran through Albert's mind, panic stricken and worried. You started work at 8:30am, you got to the cafe at 8:15am, it was 8:25, ten minutes after your usual arrival and Albert hated that. How was he supposed to protect you and be your saviour if you decided to deviate from the rules? imaginary rules and timelines he had set. He felt himself grow more antsy than angry, when he heard footsteps rushing down the path. He turned and saw you jogging lightly towards the cafe, hair slightly a mess, face flushed and a little out of breath. Painting a pretty picture of what you could possibly look underneath him, writhing and moaning in pleasure, out of breath and staring at him with lust filled eyes.

"Hey magic man," you greeted with a slight smile. Albert coughing as his face grew flushed and his pants now uncomfortably tight.

"Albert." He mumbled, looking anywhere but at you, shy and nervous once more.

"What?" You asked with a gentle smile, huffing out some air as you tried to catch your breath.

"M' names Albert." He repeated, finally looking at you. Taking in your features, when he noticed a slight discolouration around one of your eyes. Squinting slightly, balling his fists as he recognised the bruising and swelling around your eyes.

You just stared back, a gentle smile gracing your features. Success! The magic man told you his name, finally some sense of familiarity! Glancing down at your watch, with a deep sigh you wish Albert a good day and rush inside. He just stood there and watched you walk away, mind racing with theories on how you got your bruise. Memories of the night he "escorted" you home flooding back to him; you're nervous demeanour when you got home, the sneer and attitude from the man answering the door. You were scared of him, so why did you tolerate him? There wasn't a ring on your finger, the man was far too young to be your father so why did he have such a hold over you? Questions like these ran through Albert's head all day, theories, conspiracies and genuine concern for your well being. If you were going to be his new toy, and he didn't like the idea of his toys being bruised and broken before he had the chance. He had claimed you the day you defended him, and he was going to make damn sure nothing bad happened to you again.

"What a loser." Lori snorted, watching Albert fumble his deck of cards in the brisk autumn wind. You frowned at her, as you applied more foundation to your eye, looking into a compact mirror. "What? He is, he gives me the creeps." She continued, smacking her gum.

You sighed, staring blankly at the back of Albert's head.

"He's nice to me." You muttered. Lori just scoffed.

"You have that fine piece of ass that works all day at the hardware store and your more concerned about some freak who's nice?" She sneered, inspecting her nails.

Your eyes darted back to her, brows furrowed at the way she spoke about your boyfriend. Unsure how to react you opted to ignore her and focus on tidying the cafe. The bruise by your eye throbbing gently.

Albert, watching you through the window frowns deeply. What kind of monster could hurt a gentle dove like you? He was going to get his answer.

The next day, he didnt set up shop at the cafe like he had been every day for the last month. It was empty to you not seeing his table or his gentle voice and awkward mannerisms as he tried to entertain people. He unknowingly lit up your day, so that day at work was a very long and very tedious shift. Dealing with shitty customers to Lori's constant snide remarks about how much better the cafe is without him.

Albert was on the otherside of town, he had parked at the front of your house, sitting quietly in his van and observing. He watched you leave for work, heart skipping a beat as you walked further away from him. Today his mission wasn't you, it was to get to know the current demon in your life. Because if Albert wanted to be the devil, he had to scope out the competition. An hour after you had left, a tall and well built, strong looking man saunters out the door, ashing a cigarette, and getting in his car heading to work. Albert followed him at a safe distance for quite some time before pulling up out the front of the old hardware store he used to work at. Hands gripping the wheel tight, white knuckles cracking.

"Bastard." He muttered, how could he have forgotten? This prick had started working here the same week Albert got fired for a fight he didn't start.

All day, Albert sat out front, watching and observing, seeing the scum flirt with every woman that walked in and out of the store. This man was the epitome of lust, how the hell did you end up with him? Was the one question rattling around his brain. Such a boring and bland human being, so insignificant that Albert was positive no one would miss him if he just suddenly ended up missing…

"Adam, yo man haven't seen you in days. Sounds like wild animals in there." Blake chirped, seeing Adam for the first time in almost a week. 

"Yeah dude... I'm like a freaking... Animal." Adam replied, smiling at Blake, slightly grimacing. 

Blake and Anders exchange looks, picking up on Adams discomfort.

"What's uh, what's up man?' Asked Anders, turning his head to look at Adam as he stood in the kitchen. Hands slightly adjusting himself. 

"What? Nothing, man. She's like an animal, like every guys dream. I wake up, sex. I have lunch, sex. We have dinner, sex, watch a movie, sex. And even when I'm trying to sleep and build back my stamina she wants sex. She's insatiable. It's.... Awesome!" Adam listed, counting on his fingers, with feign excitement. 

Anders stares at him, eyes squinting slightly, "what, you can't keep up?" He teased. 

"I can!" Defended Adam, grimacing again, " it just, kinda hurts after awhile ya know? Like I looooove having a girlfriend that wants to have sex with me. It's just like... There's a thing as too much sex." Adam continued. 

Blake chokes as he inhaled his smoke, not believing the words coming out of Adam's mouth. Adam DeMamp, arguably the horniest guy out of the three of them was sick of sex? 

"Too much sex-" "How can there be too much-" Blake and Anders sputtered at the same time. 

"Yeah, no, yeah..." Adam started, just nodding his head not being able to come up with a good argument. 

"Adammm~" His girlfriend purrs from his room.

"Welp, duty calls." Adam claps, hesitating to go back. 

His girlfriend struts out of his room, wearing just his t shirt and underwear. 

Adam turns to her and just stares at her, Anders and Blake sneaking glances at her but trying to be subtle. 

She saunters back into the room and Adam just throws up a half hearted thumbs up, and slowly trudged after her. 

"Five bucks says Adam breaks up with her tomorrow." Anders declared, taking a drag.

Albert could pinpoint the exact moment his obsession with you grew.

He had set up a small table outside your work, performing magic tricks free of charge on the street. You noticed him the first day he set up shop, a nice change to the quiet cafe and it's regulars.

You watched him from the counter, skilled hands shuffling the cards, greeting every person walking by. You smiled at him in passing, squeaking out a small hello. He never spoke to you though, instead offering a small smile back.

"That weird guy's still here." Your coworker, Laurie stated, with a bored expression, smacking her bubble gum.

You turned to the direction she was looking only to see her staring at the magician who was now sitting in the cafe. Taking a small break from standing in the blistering sun, sipping on a black coffee with his back to the counter.

Albert had heard her question, a small scowl growing on his face as he sat hunched over, trying to hide from the unwanted attention. He just wanted 5 minutes without any mocking or jeering.

"Laurie don't be rude." You began, "I think he's kinda... cute. Lightens up the place a bit." You argued back, as you attended a customer. Not noticing the way Albert had slowly sat straight with attention, ears red and face warm at you calling him cute. No one had thought Albert Shaw was cute, no woman ever paid any attention to him, even his own mother was cold and distant. Turning his head, he watched you. Watched how your hair flowed, how you smiled at every customer that came your way. Enduring the awkward flirting from the older men to helping the elderly lady find her way to he seat. To Albert you were an enigma. Why were you so kind?

As Albert continued to watch you, feeling his interest growing. He was intrigued.

That afternoon when you finished your shift, Albert decided he was going to make sure you got home safely.

You noticed his table had been packed away earlier than normal, a little disappointed at not being able to say goodbye to the magician, you sighed deeply and started walking in the direction of your home.

Headphones on your head, walkman grasped tightly in your hand, Creedence Clearwater Revival playing as you made your way home.

Bad Moon Rising echoing in your ears as the harsh summer sun burnt the back of your neck.

A slight uneasy feeling settled in your stomach, the hairs on the back of your neck slightly standing up. Looking around you saw nothing out of the ordinary. You shrugged your shoulders and continued your walk home, brushing of the uncomfortable feeling.

Albert followed you a few steps back, far enough away to hide. You had defended him without a reason to; you two weren't friends, never talked besides the occasional hello's and goodbyes. He didn't know why he decided to follow you that afternoon. Was it to learn your routine? Try and insert himself into your life by "coincidence"? To find a way to talk to you outside of a work setting? To see who you truly are without the need to smile and be polite to every jackass that sets foot in the cafe? He didn't know why, but what he did know was he enjoyed the warm feeling he felt when you defended him.

Snap. A twig had broken underfoot causing Albert to freeze, eyes quickly darting to the back of your head, your figure still making its way down the path. Furrowed brows, Albert tsked.

Your lack of self preservation was a worry, but lucky for you, he was making sure you got home safely.

Continuing his trek down the path behind you, he watched you finally turn into a yard. Surprisingly you lived a few streets away from him. Albert smirked, 'fate', he thought as he watched you unlocking your door, leaning against a tree with crossed arms.

The smirk dropping when a man opened the door wildly, glaring at you.

"Where have you been?" He hissed through gritted teeth, pulling you in the house by the crook of your arm. Albert could hear your small cries of pain as you were dragged inside. Door slamming.

Gritting your teeth as the pain in your head intensifies, collapsing back on to the stained and filthy mattress you throw an arm over your eyes trying to steady yourself.

Breathing laboured as you try to keep the rest of the sick down, when you suddenly hear a click. Scrambling to sit up to prepare yourself to come face to face with whoever was on the other side of the door.

The only door in the room opening slow, heaving footsteps disturbing the dust. The figure tsked as he saw your pathetic form hunched against the wall on the mattress, his eyes drifting down your body then the stench hit him. Masked eyes darting to the vomit and bile, eyes narrowing with a hum of disapproval.

"Ah well look at the mess you've made," He sneered almost tauntingly, causing you to flinch slightly at his tone. As your eyes struggled to focus, blurry vision straining as you tried to take in the figure before you. A pale white mask with horns stared back at you, the eyes a black shadow form where you sat as if he was perusing into your soul

"You know, if you had just made this easy on yourself, you'd be just peachy keen." He continued, voice slightly muffled behind the blank mouth of the mask.

A shuttering breath left your lips as tried to remember what happened, hazy images flashing in your mind's eye.

Heavy thunder clouds blocked the sun, white shoes walking down a footpath. "Would you like to see a magic trick?" And a crooked grin. A sweet almost minty smell attacking your senses, thrashing body, a heavy thwack. Drifting in and out of consciousness in the back of a dark van as the radio played a quiet melody. The figure humming a familiar tune. Then black.

Staring at the man in fear, you pulled your legs to yourself looking for some type of comfort, trying to soothe yourself. Anxiety peaking, heart rate racing as you finally realised you were taken. Grabbed.

"Make yourself comfortable." He demanded, throwing a bundle of sheets and a ratty old pillow, to the foot of the mattress.

The man tsked again as you flinched.

Staring at you, waiting to see if you'll say something, anything in response or even acknowledge him in anyway, but when you continued to stare at him, eyes wide with fear, the masked man made a heavy beeline towards you, door slamming shut behind him.

"'M showin ya some hospitality here. The polite thing you could do is acknowledge me." Crouching down, hands drawing closer to your ankle, when he suddenly stopped as if the air around you burnt him.

"Clean up your mess and I'll bring you something for your head." Just as quickly as he walked to you, he turned around and left. Door shaking, dust falling and a heavy confusion settling in.

Your hand reached towards your head, feeling something dry and caked on, pulling your hand back you saw dried up blood, eyes widening at the sight. Feeling around some more, hissing and gritting your teeth as you feel the lump, pain shooting through you, bile racing back up again.

With a heavy sighed, you laid back down cradling your head in your hands, eyes closed to block out the sun.

'Why me' you thought as tears started to pick at the corner of your eyes.

'Why did it have to be me- Oh God, what about my fiancee?!'

Albert Shaw sat at his dining room table, staring unblinking out the door, his hands on the table stained faintly red with your blood? Or was it your fiancees? Or was it from the meat he got Samson? The sound of his brother Max snoring on his couch, snapping him out of his confusion.

Standing up, stretching out his shoulders and rolling his neck he made his way around the kitchen, getting started on making dinner, listening to the radio as he went.

"-breaking news today as a body was discovered by a jogger on her run. Described to be male, his neck was broken. Police are investigating the death but no foul play has been reported-"

A smirk crept in his face hearing the news, meat cleaver slicing into the thick lamb cut.

"Huh- what's that? Another death?" Slurred his brothers voice from the other room. Heavy footsteps growing louder walking into the kitchen and heading to the fridge.

"Figured the Police would have put up signs or I don't know "beware of danger"." He continued, grabbing the milk bottle and taking a big swig.

"You know, I think the joggers are the real psychos, they're always the ones finding the body's. Who's to say they didn't plant it there and then oh so conveniently found them as they went for their light jog." He said pointedly, looking at his brothers back. Albert, seemingly ignored him and continued to prep dinner.

"That's why," Max continued with his mad theory, pointing at Alberts back, "I think jogging is a crime." He finished with a loud burp, wiping the milk of his top lip with the back of his sleeve.

"Please brother, you think using a glass is a crime." Albert turned with an eye roll.

"S'all I'm saying, why is it that there's a dead body it's always some health nut that finds it?" Max retorted, eyes wide and staring at Albert.

A twitch of an eyebrow and the pull of his lip, Albert turns back to his task, a smug look on his face. A steady tune playing on the ready as brothers fell into a comfortable silence, a dog could be heard gently whining on the back patio.