Simon stood there for a long moment, thinking. He nodded. He was pretty hungry, now that he'd thought about it. He had planned to leave after killing them, just where to go we had no clue. This was nice.<br/>"I am hungry." he said, looking down at the bodies and back up at Knox. "I already have a bag packed. Its in my closet, the big black one."<br/>He didn't want to go back in his room while he was all covered in blood. It just...didn't seem right. There wasn't really anything he wanted to see anyway. He'd packed his games, some books, clothes, and a blanket. It was enough, he hoped. And now that he had some place to go, they wouldn't find him.<br/><br/>He looked up at Knox, smiling back. He liked him, he decided.  "It's a deal, Knox. But...I already guessed you wouldn't hurt me. If you were going to, you would have already. But we're the same, so you won't. Right?"<br/>He hadn't met anyone who would have laughed at a murder like him. They had to be the same. He paused and then left the room, going out to the truck. Knox was right- it was easy to find. It was the only van parked on the street. All the rest were smaller cars or trucks.<br/>He climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Knox, eager to change out of the bloody clothes. He didn't think he'd mind the blood, and he didn't, but he didn't realize how it would feel drying on his skin. He wanted a shower. But first, he wanted some food.<br/>He leaned back and looked back at his house. It didn't look any different. He had thought everything would be different after he had killed, but nothing really did. He felt a little older, and hungry. And he wanted a shower.<br/>"I just killed my parents." he murmured, looked down at the knife in his lap. "And now I'm starting a new life. So why don't I feel any different?"