Fear:
An unpleasant emotion that courses through the nerves of your brain caused by the apparent threat of danger, pain, or harm.
Everyone has a fear. Fear of the dark, Fear of heights, fear of change, fear of stopping, and the list never ends. Some...
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Y/N POV
It was quiet and unusually cold. The silence was the only thing I could hear. It seemed to have a voice of its own. It was unpleasant. It screeched into my ears.
There was no one around. The ground had yellow light coloring it with pieces of concrete under my shoes.
Right in front of me was the alley I found. It looked similar to the one I used to see. It had the same tall, dark walls that towered over each other. The same concrete that joined them together. A deep green dumpster rested in the corner against the same wall.
But, it was different. There was blood everywhere.
This was where the couple was slaughtered. The image was so vivid in my cursed mind, it almost hurt to keep my eyes open. The couple was lying across the place that I stared into. They had horrible wounds bearing their chests, red devouring every visible part of their body. Their glassy eyes were wide open as they looked deeper into nothingness. It was distressing to imagine.
But, they were right there. I could see them. They were on my screen just last night. It seemed as though I was reliving the moment I first laid my eyes on the picture. It seemed too real.
The aura of this alley whispered horrid deaths to me. This cold feeling frightened me. I never felt so defenseless before. My tears started to wet my eyes. My hands felt lifeless. There were getting cold, my fingers were numb.
This one was truly his. You could see it with your bare eyes. It was all there. My heart was beating hard against my clothed breast, it overtook the silence. I wanted to scream. This was too much. I hate it here.
The broken pipeline suddenly had water falling onto the cement making a loud noise. It was too loud, my heart would not stop beating. The water dripping hard against the ground, my loud heartbeat, and the piercing silence- my ears could not keep up with it.
Seconds turned into minutes, time moved as slow as it could. My brain had thoughts screaming in desperation.
I want to leave, I need to run. But, my trembling legs would not move. They were planted against the tiles. Every part of my body wished to flee, it was too much to bear with. There was blood everywhere. I could see it and I hated that. I want to cry but the tears would not fall, they were right there in my eyes but they just would not fall. My body was convulsing in fear yet it was not.
Until I took a step in.
Everything began to sink in. The atmosphere felt heavy. As though I was being pressed down, lower and lower almost as if everything was being forcibly suppressed. My body which was in fear a few seconds ago, now submitted to the change in environment. It accepted the intimidation these walls gave off.
My numb hands had life in them again, my eyes were back to normal. It was weird.
There was an unusual stench in this alley. It felt as though it was visited quite often. The only word I could choose to describe it was wet. The distinct smell of wetness blocked my nose as my eyes begin to search.
It was dark inside, light from the streetlamp barely made it into the entrance. My heartbeat slowed gradually as I began looking around and walked a few more steps. I wanted proof of him. I wanted to know if it was him or not.
In Busan, in such a place secluded from most of the city, it is not difficult to find a couple with a man dressed in semi-formals and a woman barely in clothes. This could be a murder done by drunkards on the streets. If it was not him, then me coming here was pointless.
My eyes tried to scan the dark place I was standing in. Nothing, there was nothing that my eyes could see. It was too dark, my eyes were used to it but yet I could not see anything. Until something particularly met my eye.
Something was blinking a bright yellow light somewhere towards the corner. I walked towards it as I tried to make shapes out of the darkness. I got close enough to make out that there was a dumpster and a barricade tape behind it stuck into a narrow place.
I pushed my hand into the gap and reached for it. It was wet. Not the wetness left behind by water but rather the wetness left behind by sweat. It felt weird and disgusting. I grabbed onto my phone that was shoved in my pocket, switching on the torch I raise to see the tape better.
It had dirt smudges all over it, it almost looked brown. The font was old, this was definitely a long time ago. Four years may not seem long but they are long enough for the administration to change along with their liking of the font.
I sat on my calves as I began to look at the tape closely. My head moved towards the gap again trying to find something else there. My hand raised itself to light the narrow place again.
There were rocks, pebbles, some pieces of cloth, and a few crawling roaches.
There was also a zip tie, it was muddy red. It wasn't open. It was right next to this wall. My eyes widened, my fingers tried to grab it. I pushed myself onto the dumpster, my side pressed against the green can. I felt my fingers grab the circular string.
I pushed in more until I finally had it in my clasp. My heart raced, my lips formed a peculiar smile. I found him. Although my discovery gave me a new sense of pride.
The zip tie was painful to look at. You could see the blood on them that was covered by dirt all over. It would not even fit my little finger. How did the person remove it?
At this realization, my heart raced a different beat. I feared him all over again. The feeling I lost only moments ago resurfaced. This incomparable amount of dread, fear, and unpredictability came back to me. My eyes, this time, dropped tears. I got to my feet.
Just as I was about to turn around. A hand gripped onto my hair and pulled it hard. My head fell behind, my hand flew trying to loosen the hand's grip. My eyes watered. My mind was a mess, it was screaming, telling me to run. But the hand would not let me go.
It pulled me towards something. My legs fumbling back on the steps. My finger gripping onto the arm of the stranger. Until my back hit someone. My movements came to a halt. My legs quivered.
My ears felt something blow into them.
"You found me."
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I am sorry I know I have been a bad author. I haven't updated for ages. It was just that this chapter didn't have the proper words to describe what I wanted to show you guys. This chapter needed to have the right words. Since from now the plot actually begins.
