Mastermind | TRACOB

CHAPTER FOUR

Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For the Both of Us - My Chemical Romance

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The blue eyed shapeshifter walked into the courtroom the next day, working to keep the smirk off of his face. He slid into a seat and looked around, an eyebrow cocked when he saw the big turnout. Surly a lazy, worthless guy like the 'victim' could not have had this many friends. Troye came to the conclusion that most of the people were most likely there because of the guy being tried, as he had started life as a nice, sweet, innocent guy. That or they were there because of the fact that this was the sixth murder in the past month in their used-to-be quiet town.

"Troye," Detective Bixenman said, nodding at the blue eyed shifter. "I thought you would be here."

"Well hello there detective," Troye replied, running his gaze up and down the man before him. He was wearing a well fitted suit with a black tie, and oh fuck, Troye would love to have that tying him down while Jacob fucked him. Troye pulled his bottom lip between his shiny teeth. "You're looking amazing today."

Jacob seemed to get a bit flustered at the way Troye had said that. The shifter smirked and patted the seat beside him, to which Jacob shook his head. "I uh... I'd better be getting up there." He gestured to the front of the courtroom. Troye nodded, faking being upset as he waved Jacob off. He watched the man walk away before starting to chip the black nail polish off of his nails in boredom. He looked down at the boots he had just stollen, the corner of his lip tweaking upwards.

He was sitting in a room full of police and detectives. None of them knew that he just killed someone two hours before or that he was wearing stollen items. Life's crazy, right?

Troye looked at himself in the mirror. For a girl, he looked hot. Well, her. The suit of the day was a seventeen year old girl. She was gorgeous; nice cheekbones, a tall and slender body. She had a nice style too, something that Troye loved.

Her hair was long and black, all aside from the tips that were dyed red. He had her lip pierced, her ears stretched slightly. She had huge green eyes that were lined with thick black eyeliner, along with dark red lips and other well-done makeup.

She wore a 'living people scare me' shirt that she probably got from Hot Topic. She had on fishnets and a short black skirt. Her nails were painted black, which matched the leather-studded bracelets around her thin wrists and the choker around her pale neck. The look was completed with a pair of black combat boots.

Exactly Troye's style.

"Maddie!"

Troye rolled his eyes at the girl's, Maddie's, mom called from downstairs. It was not often that Troye shifted and stayed among the family of whoever he happened to be wearing that night, but Maddie had made this simple. She had snuck out with her friends, giving Troye a perfect chance to get inside.

The teenage girl walked down the stairs, her boots heavy on the wood. It was a nice touch. She found her mom and sent her a fake smile. "Ready?" the woman asked, to which Troye replied "as I'll ever be." That seemed to be enough for her mom who walked out of the house, her 'daughter' following along right behind her.

They got into the older styled Toyota and drove away from the old two story house, a smirk on Maddie's red lips. Her eyes flicked yellow momentarily as she looked at herself in the mirror, twirling her black and red hair around a black-painted finger.

The two drove for about an hour. There was no discussion, just the sound of the music playing softly in the background. Maddie scrolled through Instagram slowly. Wow, she really seemed to be a boring person.