Silas' POV:
It's been two weeks since I moved in with the two men who are slowly crawling their way to my heart. I've never really crushed on anyone before, but now the only thing that fills my head is sensual (and sexual) thoughts of the two men who are keeping me safe from the outside world.
Thankfully my face hasn't shown up much on the news, and a lot of people are speculating that I died in the explosion and am actually not the killer. It makes me hopeful, but until we have another target or speculation, I am still public enemy number one.
Atticus has been taking time to drive to a city west of Portland called Hillsboro, where the files are. There's two big places with files in every state, and each one has all of the information on every person with Mistacesemia along with whatever other files they save in there.
I know there's a whole file on me in there, because Atticus made copies of it for me.
I take time during the day to study the files, the ones on the others with Mistacesemia born in 2003, to see if I can narrow down who may be the next target or who the killer could be.
Lincoln brought me an old whiteboard from his office to take notes on, and I've narrowed down who I think the killer is to a list of three people. All three of them are from the East Coast, which was where the first murder took place, and all have history of going to jail for using their abilities aggressively more than once.
My phone rings and I answer it when I see Atticus' name appeared on the screen. I had texted him a few minutes ago to ask what he wants me to start for dinner, and it's not uncommon for him to call me back as opposed to texting.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask, smiling because I love talking to both Atticus and Lincoln.
"So, it's true?" a voice that is very much not Atticus' asks, and I feel my heart stop. "My idiot employee thought he'd be able to keep hiding a Mistake?"
"Who the hell is this?" I ask, my heart pounding and my breathing getting heavy.
No, no, no!
Now is not a good time to have a panic attack!
"Who is this?!" I ask again when I don't receive a response. "Hello?!"
The phone clicks and hangs up, and I feel myself panicking, and it's severe. Oh god, what do I do?!
I have to act like I forced Atticus and Lincoln to house me. God, what do I do?!
Before I can do anything, I'm on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest and trying to breathe, but everything seems to be crashing around me.
Atticus likes pulling stupid pranks on me and Lincoln, and has does so a lot in the past two weeks, but this is not a prank he'd pull. He's a good person and would never do something that would send me into a panic attack.
I can't breathe well, my chest is tight, and I feel tears dripping onto my bare legs.
Why?
Why me?
I hear sirens and I cry even harder, because it's inevitable that I'm going to be caught. I'm not a bad person... I know this, Atticus knows this, Lincoln knows this... why does the world hate me?
I don't want to fight the police force that is going to try to take me in. It's not worth it... maybe if I let them take me they'll see I'm not a threat?
That's impossible; they're always going to see me as a threat.
I hear the door slam open, as well as the back door, and I quickly hop up to my knees, holding my hands up in surrender.
"Careful!" I hear a vaguely familiar voice say, and I look up to see Atticus' dick of a boss, Darrel. "It may be waiting until we get close enough to attack."
"I'm not," I say, my voice crackly from my tears and anxiousness. "I don't want to fight... but I didn't do what you think I did. I'm not a killer."
Darrel looks at me, nothing but resentment in his eyes. "Restrain him."
I don't react, allowing the officers to force my arms behind me and close the power restraining cuffs around my wrists.
They pull me to my feet and two walk me out while others begin to search around the space in the kitchen where I'd been studying the files.
"What? No fight left in you?" Darrel teases, and I just stay quiet. "You were feisty when we took you in a few weeks ago."
I don't respond as they push me into the back of a cop car. All of my fight dissipated when I realized that there was no way to get out of this without hurting someone, and I hope that if I go quietly they will see I'm not a threat and hopefully save Lincoln and Atticus from getting in trouble for hiding me.
When we arrive at the station, I'm brought to a holding cell, my arms still cuffed when they shove me inside the cage.
Yells echo down the hall and I perk up when I hear Atticus' voice.
"He's innocent!" I hear him yell, and I want to cry.
"God, Atticus, please don't try to protect me!" I think, hoping that somehow I'm able to telepathically communicate with him. "Say that I forced you to hide me! Don't protect me, you idiot!"
Today was going so good, too.
My coffee was fucking delicious, I had narrowed down who I thought the culprit could be, and Lincoln and I were going to watch the Hunger Games trilogy because he was going to get off work early. I've never seen those movies, but Lincoln claims that they're amazing and he hasn't disappointed me with his abundance of movie choices yet.
"Darrel, let me see him! He has done nothing wrong and he's being framed!" Atticus shouts, and I hear his work partner, Jared, backing him up.
"Both of you back off before I fire you!" Darrel snaps. "You're lucky I'm settling for a two week suspension, because helping one of those animals, especially one who has been identified as a murderer should have you both behind bars!"
I hear a loud thud, and I'm pretty sure it was skin on skin.
"Call him an animal again, you son of a bitch," Atticus growls, and oh my god, he totally just punched Darrel.
I hear footsteps and see Atticus appear in front of my cell, Jared beside him.
"Hey, bitches," I say, attempting to make a joke, but it's kind of hard when I'm behind bars.
Atticus reaches through the bars, touching my cheek.
He and Lincoln have been really touchy with me for the last couple of weeks, after I got over my nervousness around them, and I've grown to like it.
"Why didn't you run?" Atticus asks. "Darrel saw your contact on my phone and made me and Jared stay here when he found out that I was letting you stay with us. Silas, I know he called you, so why the hell didn't you escape?!"
I shrug. "I don't know... I guess I thought that if I didn't run they'd see that I'm not dangerous and that I'm trying to prove my innocence," I whisper, closing my eyes as tears drip down my cheeks. "I didn't want to hurt anyone trying to escape, Atticus. They already see me as a monster and I didn't want to make it worse."
Atticus sighs and reaches his other hand through the bars, cupping my cheeks. "You're not a monster, Silas. You are innocent, and we know it. Don't worry, we'll get you out of here, okay? Just trust me."
I trust Atticus.
I trust him and Lincoln with my life. Even though I was a stranger, they brought me into their home with open arms. They never hesitated to protect me even when my face was on the news and I was called a cold hearted killer.
"Atticus, come on," Jared urges Atticus, patting his shoulder. "You're going to be in deep shit for punching Darrel, but the guys above him know how good of a worker you are. They won't want you fired, and I'm sure they can help with our current predicament."
Atticus nods, looking at me once more before he disappears down the hallway.
I'm alone for hours, only the occasional officer coming down the hallway and shooting me dirty looks. All I have to do is raise my hands, and even though their cuffed, the officers move quickly the other way.
They're all scared of me.
Maybe I am a monster.
Everyone sees me that way anyway.
The only thing that is holding me back is the thought of the sadness on Lincoln's face if he heard that I killed people to get out of prison, as well as the disappointment and sadness on Atticus' face.
I can't do that to them.
They're the only two who have ever cared for me, and even though they're in a relationship, I'm falling for them. I don't want to disappoint either of them; all I want is to make them happy, to be told that everything will be okay.
What I wouldn't give right now to be in their home, in their bed, with Atticus and Lincoln on either side of me, holding me tight and telling me that I would be okay.
Tears prick at my eyes once again, and I feel them falling down my face.
It gets late and I begin to feel as though Lincoln and Atticus have been locked out and aren't allowed near me.
As much as it annoys me, I know I can't really complain because I'm literally in a holding cell right now. It's hard to walk with cuffs around my wrists, but I manage to get over to the rickety bed and squirm under the blankets, closing my eyes and trying to rest.
A pounding at the metal cell door wakes me up, and I sit up, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. The door is opened and an officer grabs my arm, pushing me toward the door.
"Where are we going?" I ask her, and she directs me to a different door.
"To see your lawyer."
"My lawyer?"
I walk inside and sit down at the desk, finding myself face to face with... my dad?
"Uh... long time no see," I say, but my dad does not seem to be in a joking mood. "I didn't do anything wrong, dad. I swear, I didn't do anything wrong. I was attacked and-"
"Quiet, Silas," he orders, and I listen even though I have a lot more to say. "I know you're not a killer, son. Now, we need to backtrack exactly what you've been doing and where you have been for the last three weeks so we can determine if cameras were present so we can prove your innocence. Got it?"
I nod. "Will I have to go to a trial, dad?"
"No, this isn't a court case. This is something we have to prove to the men in charge of the Oregon Supernatural Investigation Unit," he tells me, and I am so happy he decided to show up. "Seeing you on the news terrified your mom, so I took the first flight here, but I didn't have a way to contact you. You didn't answer your phone."
I wince. "I blocked you. Sorry."
"I'm not surprised," he says, sounding disappointed. "Also, when did you get into a three way relationship?"
My face goes red. "Uh... what?"
"There's two guys who I... interacted with in the lobby who were very rude to me and said they were your boyfriends. I'm honestly offended that they treated me the way they did."
Well, at least I know where Atticus and Lincoln are.
"It's none of your business. Let's just go over these details so I can get the hell out of here."
My dad sighs but pulls out a paper and a pen, and we begin.
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