How To Date A Killer, Alasdair Mackenzie [best sci fi novels of all time .txt] 📗

Chapter 1

BRETT'S POV

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Every night it's the same dream, no nightmare. No, I am not talking about me, I am talking about Hansel, my love, my boyfriend.Every night, or morning, Hansel's shouts, crying, wakes me up every night. He would scream bloody murder as if something, someone was after him and he would cry out my name, begging for forgiveness. Forgiveness of what?My name is Brett and my boyfriend, Hansel, is a killer.

 

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I was cooking breakfast as fast as I can while looking up at the clock every so often. If Hansel doesn't come down soon, he will have hell to pay. Oh who am I kidding? He's a killer and I'm just one of those "good boys". I heard footsteps coming down, flipped the eggs and bacon, watching Hansel put his shoes on then walk towards me.

 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lightly placed his lips on my neck, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around me. With one hand, hr turned off the stove then turn me around so I would face him. "Forget breakfast and school." He whispered in my ear, leading me up to our bedroom.

 

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Dazed at first, I allow myself to follow him but soon snapped out of it when he closed the door. "No, breakfast, school, then the love." I said, with as much determination as possible. I cross my arms over my chest and leaned against the door. My boyfriend looked at me with murderous eyes. When he doesn't get his way, he can kill but he has yet not killed me.

 

He thought about it then pouted, which I found very adorable, even coming from a killer like him. To see him pout made me want to jump him and give him as many licks and kisses as the stars.

 

"Okay, but you owe me babe." He said, kissing my forehead as we went back down to eat then head over to school.

 

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We barely had any classes together, only two, and both subjects, classmates, and teachers hated us with a passion. Why? We were the only homosexual couple out of the whole homophobic student body. I get bullied a lot and in normal cases, Hansel would not be there to protect me, soccer practice.

 

Now, I know I said this was a homophobic school but the soccer coach could care less, he has a little brother whose gay as well, well had or gonna be. Our coach's brother, Lex, is dying of cancer and broke up with his boyfriend about a month ago, told him to move on but never forget him. I was on my way to my locker when I got pulled in the restroom by the thugs. Football thugs. Lovely huh?

 

"You know what time it is faggot?" One of them asked, cracking his knuckles with a grin.I grimaced and ready myself for the blow. Two of the other thugs held me in as the one grinning, formed his hand into a fist. I closed my eyes tight but before the blow coukd hit me, he was stopped.

 

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I slowly opened one eyes then the next to see a highly pissed of Hansel. The two other thugs who were holding me, let go. Quivering in fear. Hansel was smaller than the three, but he knew how to make even Chuck Norris cower in fear.

 

"What are you doing to my Brett?" He asked, sneering at them all, daring to lie. I knew that if they lied or didn't awnser him right away, he could go on a killing spree. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, so that he wouldn't kill when they tell."Awnser me!" He shouted, as one of them stepped up to face my boyfriend, his fingers twitching, fiddling each other.

 

"We....we were ju-just messing." He said, his voice shaking. Hansel looked down at him with cold murderous eyes then punched him square in the jaw."You liar! I'll kill you for this!" He shouted, charging after the three like a raging bull but as quick as Flash, I place myself in front of my pissed boyfriend, my back facing the bullies.

 

"Not worth it." I quietly said, leading us both out of the restroom.

 

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Hansel was out the field, lunch time approaching in a few. I had a window view of him. He kicked every ball, soccer, volley, foot, and even a baseball towards the goal, hard.I swore if he didn't stop now, his ankle would snap but he didn't, he didn't stop until every ball was in the goal and he was puffing and sweating. The bell finally rang for lunch and I quickly picked up my stuff, running towards the field. When he saw me running towards him, he straighten up and smiled but his eyes were still pissed off and tired."Let's go get lunch." He said, wrapping his arm around me shoulder, leading us towards the cafeteria to eat lunch.

 

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To loud!!!!! Oh my frigging god! I HATE loud noises. Love concerts but it's music not loud gossiping. My boyfriend chuckled when he saw my lips forming into a pout. He knew I hated loud noises if not a concert. He handed me his ipod and I blasted BOTDF, deafening my ears within the music and not the loud gossip noise.I took a tray for myself and went along the huge line for my food. As soon as I was done, I caught up with my boyfriend and we went to our usual spot outside, under a large tree.

 

Before I coukd take my first bite, my boyfriend placed his fingers under my chin and turned my head to the side towards him and placed his warm lips on mine. We kissed then slipped our tongues inside each other's mouths, battling to see who dominates one's mouth. He won. No surprise but I love his tongue in me. We made out, ignoring our lunch until the bell rang for the final few periods.

 

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The final periods were hell. I was so glad school was over for the summer. Yes, it's summer what did you think it was? Monday? After the final bell rang, I got up as quickly as I could, grapping my things and headed outside the school building and waited for Hansel.

 

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HANSEL'S POV

 

*****

 

The final bell rang but I did not go just yet. I had a date with three unlikely, terrified destinies. Yes, I am talking about the three who dare try and harm my Brett. No one touches him but me.Once the classroom was cleared, I looked over to see the three try and get away within the crowd. Pathetic idea.

 

"Going somewhere?" I called out, looking down at my text book. The three stopped short and returned back into the classroom.

 

"N-no Hansel, well, yes." One of them quivered. A smirk formed on my face, I was gonna have fun with them.

 

"Hm. And where do you think your going? You have a debt to pay if you want to breath more," I reminded them all, listening to the gulps coming out from them. I looked over to the side to see my love searching for me. "A full month then you are all free that is, if I don't kill you."

 

I left the three inside the classroom and headed out to join my Brett who looked very concern. I placed a bright smile, assuring to him that everything was alright. He believed me. For now.

 

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We returned home and dropped everything before I picked him up and placed him on the kitchen counter and began kissing him furiously. I left him no moment to take a breather, he wrapped his arms around my neck, his legs around my waist.We continued to kiss until both our hands start roaming against each other's bodies. My hands went up under his shirt, fingers brushed against his hard nipples as his own hands traced my abs and around. Soon both our shirts are off, our pants buckled, crotch, hard solid.

 

The makeout soon came to an end when a loud beep interupted us. Our pants were unbuckled and unzipped but not off. I broke the kiss, highly pissed at the noise that dared interior with our love."It was just me, I hit a button by accident. Please don't murder our kitchen." He teased with a pout. I smiled and nibbled on his cute pouted lips.

 

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I waited inside the living room, watching TV as Brett was cooking up our dinner. The sweet and salty air filled the atmosphere and my nostrils. The smell was divine.I heard a crash not a moment too soon and cursing coming from my love. I was about to get up but was held back by his assuring voice. I sat back down but this time on the edge of the couch.

 

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BRETT'S POV

 

*****

 

Shit dammit! Well rest in peace plates. I grabbed a clothe from the sink and carefully picked up the shattered glass.I had the stove on low, the food was ready but I wasn't. While picking up the glass, I accidently cut myself, this is bad, very bad. Hansel knew I used to cut, threatened me that if he saw even a prick on me, he would kill. I couldn't let him.

 

Quick as flash, I cleaned the wound and sucked my finger until the wound sealed slightly. Hope to god this works, note to self: don't use the left hand. I called Hansel to help setting the food on the table. When he approached, I prayed he didn't notice the blood."Smells good," He complimented walking over to the stew. "Let's just hope it tastes better than you."

 

"Hey!" I crossed my arms and pouted receiving a smirk and a wink from him before he grapped two pot holders, grasped onto the handles and placed our dinner on the table.

 

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We ate in silence for a bit until the sound of the doorbell interupted our meal. Who did we invite? I don't remember...I turned my head and looked over my shoulder, it was a young girl, blond and brown hair. Who the hell was she? Relative? Someone from school? A reporter?

 

Hansel got up from his seat and walked over to the young woman. She was from our school and she seemed nervous around Hansel but not in a way I would think. No, she was nervous for the other reason that made my blood boil in a bit of rage.

 

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HANSEL'S POV

 

*****

 

I lead Stacey, yes, that is her name, away from Brett and into my room. I could already sense the jealous rage on his face. He always had, and always will, dispise women.Their hairs' were too long, they were too curvy, they talk too much, demand too much, and plus, hurt them, touch them, or even try and break up, they scream like horrible banshees in dire need of music lessons.

 

I threw Stacey on the bed and threw off my shirt as if I was about to make love to her. She smiled I smiled back but oh Stacey, if only you knew what I was really about to do to you deary.

 

I blindfolded her with a piece of clothe not bothering with a gag. I massaged her gently, getting her body pumpped, kill me now, before I grabbed my knife.S

 

he was still in the thought I was making out with her, I.straddled her and raised my knife, aiming at her chest. I let her breathe her last, her giggles getting on my nerve, before I thrust the knife down.

 

Stacey began to scream in agony and tried to get away but I wouldn't let her. I held her down with one hand and continued to stab her until she was screaming no more and was lying dead in a pool of her own blood. After cleaning up the bloody mess, I stuffed her dead carcass inside a black trash bag and began to elimate her, making sure no law enforcers would ever find her or