Twisted

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Redrum's lips as he met Cadaver's unwavering gaze, taking in his sincerity. “Thanks– KD.” The older boy murmured, gratitude lacing his words as he nodded. “Redrum has– never thought- of it that– way.” But then, as Cadaver's tone shifted to one of determination, Redrum's smile faltered slightly. The mention of the cat that had attacked him brought back memories of pain and fear, memories that he had tried to bury deep within his subconscious.

“It's... it's gone.” He replied, his voice a shuddered whisper. “Not dead.” His gaze flickered with a mixture of anticipation and fear.