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Richard arrived at his old apartment, and discovered that everything was clean to his surprise; it didn't even smell like rotting food. Perplexed by this the young man closed the door behind him before walking over to the kitchen. It bothered him slightly that someone came to his house, and didn't steal anything, no. They had cleaned it and freed it of food. When he scanned the counter he found a note.

Meet me at my place at nine
-Slade

He shook his head, and laughed. Richard couldn't help but laugh. Even when Slade hadn't heard or seen him in seven years the man always seemed to make it apparent that he was always three steps ahead.

Looking at his watch, Richard noticed that he only had enough time to get ready and leave, but Slade would have some information on his death, he just knew it.

xXx

"What do you mean you don't know anything?!" Richard exclaimed as he banged the dinner table. Slade ignored the outburst and continued eating. Richard knew the man was lying. "I'm a man of many things, but a mind reader isn't one of them." Slade was in fact lying through his teeth, but Richard had to figure it out for himself. What he knew was what happened. Red killed himself because of his leaving, and Richard was too dense to see how upset Red was. Richard scoffed, and shook his head. "Come on Slade, do you expect me to believe that?" Slade patted his mouth with his napkin before standing up. He then smirked. Richard fumbled a little bit at the sight; he hadn't seen that expression since he left. "No, I don't to be honest. However I don't know anything more than you do. What you know is what happened, Richard. Alex killed himself because you left, because-."

"Because you raped me!" Richard exclaimed standing up. "It's your fault, if that never happened then this wouldn't have happened." Slade chuckled and shook his head. "No, my little bird; what I did, while it haunts me, had nothing to do with what happened. I'm innocent. You didn't have to go to Alex; you didn't have to tell him your plan. You were so selfish that you couldn't even see his pain. You did it all by yourself, Richard." Slade stated looking the younger man dead in his eyes.

The truth hurt Richard, but he wasn't going to cry, not in front of Slade, so instead he flipped the dinner table, and charged at Slade with a fist in the air.

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Richard arrived at his old apartment, and discovered that everything was clean to his surprise; it didn't even smell like rotting food. Perplexed by this the young man closed the door behind him before walking over to the kitchen. It bothered him slightly that someone came to his house, and didn't steal anything, no. They had cleaned it and freed it of food. When he scanned the counter he found a note.

Meet me at my place at nine
-Slade

He shook his head, and laughed. Richard couldn't help but laugh. Even when Slade hadn't heard or seen him in seven years the man always seemed to make it apparent that he was always three steps ahead.

Looking at his watch, Richard noticed that he only had enough time to get ready and leave, but Slade would have some information on his death, he just knew it.

xXx

"What do you mean you don't know anything?!" Richard exclaimed as he banged the dinner table. Slade ignored the outburst and continued eating. Richard knew the man was lying. "I'm a man of many things, but a mind reader isn't one of them." Slade was in fact lying through his teeth, but Richard had to figure it out for himself. What he knew was what happened. Red killed himself because of his leaving, and Richard was too dense to see how upset Red was. Richard scoffed, and shook his head. "Come on Slade, do you expect me to believe that?" Slade patted his mouth with his napkin before standing up. He then smirked. Richard fumbled a little bit at the sight; he hadn't seen that expression since he left. "No, I don't to be honest. However I don't know anything more than you do. What you know is what happened, Richard. Alex killed himself because you left, because-."

"Because you raped me!" Richard exclaimed standing up. "It's your fault, if that never happened then this wouldn't have happened." Slade chuckled and shook his head. "No, my little bird; what I did, while it haunts me, had nothing to do with what happened. I'm innocent. You didn't have to go to Alex; you didn't have to tell him your plan. You were so selfish that you couldn't even see his pain. You did it all by yourself, Richard." Slade stated looking the younger man dead in his eyes.

The truth hurt Richard, but he wasn't going to cry, not in front of Slade, so instead he flipped the dinner table, and charged at Slade with a fist in the air.