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"Let's go to the arcade after school," Hendery suggests, "We haven't gone in ages."
"I'm down," Winwin leans back, "Bet you still can't beat me at basketball."
"Bullshit, you're on."
"I'll come," Kun laughs, "How about you guys?"
"Sure," Yangyang agrees, it's true they haven't all been together in ages.
"I'll pass, I have to help Mum with some stuff," Ten sighs.
"I can't come either," Xiaojun grumbles, "We're still moving into our new house."
"Sucks for you two," Yangyang teases them, poking out his tongue. Xiaojun scoffs and hits his arm, hard. Yangyang tenses and feels blood rush to his head. His vision blurs and his heart starts to race, his body feels unnatural, like someone else has stepped into his soul.
"You okay? Shit, sorry, did I hit you too hard?" Yangyang's vision clears and he sees Xiaojun peering at him, pure worry across his face.
"I'm... fine. Just got a bit dizzy," Yangyang's head clears and his heart returns to a normal pace. He feels better, but now that feeling of being watched is back. The bell rings and everyone collectively sighs.
"See you guys later," Kun mutters.
Kun, Hendery, Winwin and Yangyang all walk down to the local arcade after the last bell of the day rings. Hendery and Winwin immediately rush to the basketball game, already jeering and laughing at each other.
"Whatcha wanna do?" Kun asks Yangyang. Yangyang does a sweep of the room, all different kinds of games beeping and flashing. There's barely anyone except for a few high-schoolers, so all the games are free.
"DDR? I know you suck at that," Yangyang taunts, Kun immediately goes serious.
"Let's see about that."
Yangyang easily beats Kun's score, and they play five more rounds until Kun finally manages to beat him, on an easy level.
"I can't even be proud of that," Kun rubs the back of his neck, "Ugh I'm tired."
"Loser shouts drinks," Yangyang pokes his arm jokingly. Kun can only grab his wallet, groaning the entire way. Yangyang grabs a can of soda and sips on it as he looks around for their next activity. His attention snags on the racing setups and he points them out as Kun stands next to him, soda in hand.
"Sure? Can you even drive though?" Kun grins as Yangyang flips him off. They both sit down in a chair and put a dollar in. The game starts and Kun races ahead, Yangyang barely getting a good start.
"Woah, you suck at this," Kun teases throughout the entire game.
"Did you really miss that corner?"
"Try to keep up!"
"Come on, Yangyang, no wonder you can't get your licence."
Yangyang feels his blood start to boil. Kun's comments have never gotten to him before, even now he wasn't sure he really cared.
You do care, he's a fucking dickhead.
Yangyang can't see the screen anymore, his mind starts screaming at him. War erupts in his mind, and he finds it hard to breathe. Was it always this stifling in here? Were the lights always this low, noises so loud? Yangyang shakes his head, but it doesn't help. His hands are steady as he races past the finish line.
"Ah, I won. Do you wanna play something else? I'm sure you'll smash me at everything else."
Yangyang only smiles at him.
-~-~-
He drags the young boy into the alleyway.
"You alright?" The boy asks him. He can only laugh, he's never felt better, not that he'd know that.
The boy starts to slowly walk back towards the door. He matches him step for step, he can feel his blood rushing through his veins. The boy's hands start to shake a little, as he steps closer and closer, stalking.
"Y-you're starting to scare me."
"Good." He lashes out and punches him. With a loud bang, the boy slammed into the door, clinging onto his red jaw.
"Yangyang what the fuck?! It's me, Kun?!?" Kun, he recognises that name. Yangyang, not so much. His blood starts to thrum harder and harder through him, Kun can only stare, pure terror scripted into each of his features. The boy slams his foot into Kun's stomach, Kun only coils over in pain. He groans as he falls to his knees, the boy starts to laugh. Pathetic.
Over and over, he kicks again and again. Kun screams but eventually stops as he gives in, finding more comfort in clutching his tearing abdomen. The boy doesn't stop his rampage until he starts to see blood run from Kun's mouth onto the ground. Kun coughs as he tries to raise himself onto his arms. Pure, red blood runs from his nose and mouth in thick blobs. He stares up at the boy, his whole body shaking. This time, he doesn't look scared, more disappointed. Confused, even.
It's enough to make the boy want to throw up.
Instead, he walks to the pipes attached to the side of the building. He grabs hold of one and pulls, the rusty pipe giving away easily. Water bursts through the missing gap, spraying water all over the boy and alley. The water pools and runs towards Kun, the water mixing in with his river of blood. The boy twirls the pipe in his hand and slowly steps towards the crumpled body. Kun doesn't scream, he doesn't say a word.
The boy raises the pipe over his head and brings it down upon him. Skin tears from the jagged metal, blood splattering on the walls. Kun screams, his voice the only thing the boy can hear as he raises the pipe and smacks it down even harder. Blood-curdling screams rip from Kun's throat and the boy closes his eyes and listens, his body singing in delight from the noise. As screams turn to pained whimpers, the boy hits him again, and again, until no more noise meets his ears. The boy opens his eyes and looks down at Kun, his face looking so peaceful... until you slide your attention to his ripped open stomach. Blood leaks out, still mixing with the water, and rushing into the open street gutters. Kun's shirt is completely shredded, and his skin matches. The boy throws the pipe into an open dumpster and washes his hands in the water. The alleyway is perfectly still, perfectly quiet.
No one even notices as the boy throws his hood over his head and walks out the back-end of the alleyway.
