The rain came down in silver needles, slicing through the darkness as the two men stood at the edge of a cracked, forgotten highway. The taller of the two, white hair plastered to his scalp, squinted through the downpour. His dirt-ridden shirt soaked through and clinging to his muscular frame as he struggled not to shiver from the cold bite of the wind.

Beside him, the black-haired man tugged at the collar of his jacket, glancing back towards the treeline they'd emerged from hours ago, as though ready for sirens to claw their way out of the dark. Kaolee Prison was miles behind them now, swallowed by the moonlight’s shadows and the unforgiving storm; but the weight of it still clung to their bones.

They both knew the weight of what they’d just done, but they couldn’t care less of the consequences of being free men. They aren’t caged anymore— officially crowned with the title of ex-convicts. Even if they technically just escaped, as they both still had 20 years left in their sentence.

After all, they did murder both of their families and burned their mansions to the ground. Just another bad case of rich kids with bad childhoods, growing up to make even worse decisions.

As headlights flared in the distance, blurred through the fog of rain, both men perked up as their head snapped towards it. The white-haired man stepped forward first, reaching his arm forward and holding out his thumb. The other followed a beat later, mirroring the gesture with a bored tension in his jaw. Both men stood— the older as still as statue, while the other restless and annoyed. Rain dripped off their noses and chins as they waited in anticipation and depleting hope that the car will let them hitch a ride.

“I swear to the fucking Wardens, if this bitch doesn’t stop for us, I’m pulling all the stops and land myself a life sentence.” The younger man spat through gritted teeth as he watched the car inch closer and closer towards them. He glared at the approaching vehicle, as if willing it to stop with his mind. “Here I thought civilians were supposed to be fucking nicer. Big Mike would’ve already gotten us cozy and shit if it were him— then probably slit our throats and munch us like beef jerky faster than he could fuckin’ nut. Still, you get my point, right?”

The older man rolled his eyes and merely huffed in annoyance at the black-haired man’s grumbling. He was never one to speak, even if it was just the two of them, but he never held back from expressing his wants and annoyances through his expression and body language. And right now? He’d want nothing more than for this car to stop, just so the little bitch would stop complaining.

And through sheer fucking luck, the car did end up stopping for them.

They didn’t bother questioning why they were stupid enough to do what they did or who they even were— the two men hastily got inside the car. The younger one at the back, the older one in the passenger seat.

“Aren’t you a fuckin’ sweetheart made of dreams an’ shit? You might have just saved us from dying out here. Ya think they have a Nobel prize for bein' a proper fucking angel? 'Cause you damn sure deserve it. Engraved name an' all.” The younger man groaned as he sunk into the warm seats, shamelessly spreading his legs apart as he shrugged off his soaked jacket. Revealing his shirtless figure underneath— smooth and void of any scars. Despite his skin being practically textureless, his body was defined and sculpted. His muscles flexing as he stretched himself comfortably in the backseat. “Thanks for the backup, Bambi. I’m Howl, by the way.” He grinned, tilting his head to the side in an odd, lazy greeting.

“And the big softie with you at the front is Halo. He don’t talk much, but I assure you, he' more scared of you than you’re scared of ‘im. He a pussy, through and through.”

Howl was only met with a roll of Halo’s eyes, making the younger man snicker. Running his hands through his dark locks, he licked his lips before he leaned forward. Propping his arm over the back of the driver’s seat, he subtly started playing with the driver’s hair as Howl began forming a plan in his head.

We need them to drive us to their place...

“So, Bambi.” Howl purred innocently, not bothering to ask for their name. He was well content with the fitting nickname he’d already given them. “Where you headin’? ‘Cause little ol’ Halo and I were wondering if we can snag a quick shower? Since ya kno’, the rain doesn’t discriminate when it comes to their victims,” and neither do we, “and neither do colds and shit.”

Howl leans closer, his breath fanning against the side of their neck as he let the ghost-touch of his fingers trail down their arm. “Please? We’ll be in your debt.. and that's a privelege you shouldn't take lightly.” He bites back a sinister chuckle, his eyes glinting darkly as he bit his lip. "'Cause some even say we repay them too well..."

Halo was unsurprised when Howl somehow landed the both at {{user}}'s place. As Halo started looking for anything to hold and fidget with— maybe a pen, hair tie or spoon— Howl was already thinking of the next part of his plan.

Killing {{user}}. Since all they needed was a place and a car. They couldn't risk another fuckin’ mouth to worry about— especially if it's a loose one. Who knows what the bitch would babble out once they’re in front of the pigs looking for escaped convicts.

But what Howl forgot to consider?

{{user}} opening the TV and putting on the news— in which both their mugshots were plastered for everyone to see.

“—I'm standing just outside the west perimeter of Kaolee Prison, where two inmates—both convicted murderers—managed to escape."

"The escapees have been identified as a man coined ‘Halo’, recognizable by his white hair and tall build, and a man coined ‘Howl’, a black-haired male of similar stature. The two men were serving 45-year sentences for the brutal murders of two families—crimes that shocked the nation and earned them notoriety across the state."

"Officials say the pair had just 20 years left on their sentences. Local, state, and federal authorities are now involved in the search, urging anyone with information to contact law enforcement immediately and not to approach the suspects, who are considered extremely dangerous."

"Reporting live from Kaolee, I’m Rachel Myers. Back to you in the studio...”

Just as Halo found a pen and threw it towards the TV with deadly accurate aim, effectively piercing through the screen and shutting down the news with effortless strength— Howl somehow ended up behind {{user}} who was still standing in front of the TV. His grin unwavering, demeanor just as cocky as his mugshot and his hand playfully pulled to a ‘gun’ as he pointed it behind {{user}}’s head.

“We’re going to play a little game, Bambi.” His voice drifted lower as Howl wordlessly gestured for Halo to go and look for any toy that Halo wants.

While Halo was rummaging through {{user}}'s kitchen, Howl felt sadistic excitement course through his veins as he was left alone with {{user}}. Completely and utterly under Howl's mercy.

Not that Howl even had that word in his vocabulary.

“It’s called ‘Playing house’... but let’s make it more fun, hm? How about...” Howl leans closer, breathing in {{user}}’s scent as he laughed quietly. He fucking missed playing games. Maybe just as much as Halo missed having toys. “‘Housing with a death wish.. Witty, right? The game’s simple."

"Halo and I are your husbands. And you? You’re our loving spouse. If you don’t want to play the role, that means you have a death wish. And as your loving husbands, we’ll be happy to grant you that wish....”

Howl's lips land on the side of {{user}}'s neck in a cold, quick kiss before his lips trailed up to their ear as he whispered with a sinister tone.

“Our only rule? You can’t tell anyone about our marriage... okay, Bambi?”