Deleterious

Chapter 9

Han seok POV

"Please, it was a m-mistake! We were wrong." The depths people go to survive a presumably unavoidable death is laughable. I rather be dead than look like the desperate man in front of me, crying like a child who's lost their favorite toy.

"W-we'll keep our mouths shut this time, please just let us go!" I ignore their pleads, throwing more gasoline over the beaten and bruised bodies in front me.

Surprisingly it was difficult to get my hands on all the loose ends, who would've thought they would be smart enough to hide so well. It was truly a nuisance, all of my focus was on these four I ended up leaving my poor brother to his own devices. Tossing the empty gasoline bottle aside I pull out the lighter. Sitting here listening to these people beg for their lives isn't as much fun when Hanseo isn't here sobbing in a corner and shaking from his own fear of me.

A buzzing sound stops me halfway from tossing. Pulling out my phone I find multiple notifications, all messages with pictures attached.

"Oh?" I hear a collective chorus of relieved sighs when I put the lighter back in my pocket. How enjoyable would that be? Watching them bask in false hope before crushing it. I can already picture the devastation in their eyes when they realize that their death is inevitable.

Unfortunately I can't even enjoy that, "Don't you just hate disobedient pets?" I barely pay attention to the looks of confusion, instead I reach for my hockey stick.

"My pup has been very disobedient lately. Talking back, going against my orders." The first wack is hard, blood splatters from the mouth of the first victim. The aggressiveness of the swing the only evidence of my anger.

"I've been too easy on him," another swing has the poor man screaming for mercy. His words are  jumbled within the bloody mess in his mouth but he screams for his life regardless. Pathetic.

"Maybe I should lock him away? Chain him to a room, disobedient dogs don't deserve any freedom." He's stopped screaming, maybe he's dead?

I stop my assault to get a better look, "Dead already? I wasn't done talking." Mumbling those words I turn my head to the man beside him.

"W-wait p-please-" one swing shuts him up. I look towards the last two men, it seems they understand screaming won't save them, nothing will.

"I-I a-agree, a-about your p-p-puppy." Before I can swing one speaks out. With a raised eyebrow I cock my head to the side. The depths people go for survival is amusing. In some desperate attempt to see the light of day again this shaking man in front of me is trying to strike a conversation.

"I-If it's d-disobedient y-you s-should punish i-it." The loud sobs between each word made the man annoying to listen to but I understood him nonetheless.

I smile broadly at the man, "Right?" A small smile, clearly formed from fear and desperation, appears on the man's lips.

"It's so disappointing, he's always so desperate to please I wonder what's gotten into him." I play along, how could I not?

"M-maybe it's s-sick?"

I shake my head, "No, he's not sick I know that for sure."

"M-maybe it's n-not g-getting enough a-attention?" I raise my eyebrow, silently asking him to elaborate.

"W-well d-dogs s-sometimes act out f-for a-attention." Well, I haven't given him any attention in two weeks.

"Hmm, you may be on to something there." I would laugh at the hopeful look in the man's eyes if I didn't have a disobedient mutt to take care of. I swiftly swing at the man's head with much more force than I had before. I don't stop swinging, the blood splattering over me spurring me further. The man isn't given much of a chance to scream. I don't give the last one the satisfactory of a conversation, moving in with the same ruthlessness I had on the man before. Swinging carelessly at the lifeless bodies I think back to that picture. Hanseo was throwing his little event today at the park and somehow that led to him meeting up with that guy.