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Lucas backed towards the door, stepping softly.
"What are you doing Yangyang," He doesn't take his eyes off the knife. He could only laugh as Lucas reached the door, finding it locked. The boy stepped closer and closer as Lucas struggled with the handle, it wouldn't open... not for him at least. The boy threw out a hand and the door flung open.
Lucas turned and fled, taking the stairs two at a time. The boy casually strolled after him, running the knife along the walls.
"Come out, come out."
He didn't but that's alright. The boy enjoyed a good game. He could hear Lucas' footsteps from a mile away, running to the kitchen. His heartbeat thumped with each closing step, his blood flowing. He felt so alive, so nice. Lucas was hiding in the pantry, the door held shut. The boy pounded on the door and he heard a scream from within.
"HELP! STOP THIS YANGYANG!"
The boy found it so amusing, he found them all so amusing, how they scream. Slowly, he slid open the door and saw Lucas curled up in a ball, crying on the ground. It was so pathetic, he almost didn't want to kill him.
What.
Shaking the thoughts, the boy lunged forward but so did Lucas. He fell forward as Lucas dived into his legs, flipping him over. With a growl, he turned just as Lucas began to run off and stabbed his calf. Lucas screamed as the knife dragged down the muscles, tearing the skin. Lucas took off, half-limping but still running with a decent speed.
Unfortunately, he left a trail this time.
Stop.
He wouldn't. He chased Lucas down, following the blood. He couldn't feel anything, other than a sense of wanting to kill. He was pissed but he loved the thrill of the chase. He found Lucas, collapsed on the floor, the blood loss finally getting to him. Lucas was panting, sweat pooled on his back. The boy could only smile as he lifted his knife and stabbed it into his back, blood taking over the sweat. He rolled Lucas over and found his lifeless eyes staring up at him. The boy took the knife to his neck.
"I don't believe this is you," Lucas muttered through panting breaths. The boy pressed the knife further into his throat, blood beginning to squirt.
"I forgive you."
-~-~-
Yangyang found himself in bed, once again. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't feel anything.
He killed Lina. The more he thought about it, the less he really cared. She was sort of annoying, but she didn't deserve to die.
Does it matter?
After hours of convincing himself, he managed to pull himself out of bed and down to the kitchen. His mum had come home ages ago and soon gone to bed after unsuccessfully trying to 'wake' him. He sits in the cold room and watches as cars stream past, even at this time of night.
Someone knocks at the window.
Yangyang falls backwards, hitting his head on the counter as he tumbles to the ground. He hears soft laughter as the window slides open and he sees two familiar faces appear.
"Did we scare you?" Ten climbs onto the counter and jumps off, extending a hand to help Yangyang up. Xiaojun stays sitting on the countertop after carefully sliding the window shut.
"You're both bastards," He swore back. They all laugh quietly, and a sad silence falls on them.
"I'm guessing you heard?" Xiaojun stares at Yangyang.
"About Lucas? Yeah, it really sucks," He did mean it, even with his guilty conscience. They all remain silent for a while, thinking about what to say.
"Yangyang by the way-" Ten starts to talk before being cut off by a loud thud. They all spin towards the front door. There's someone at the door, and they're not happy.
A light flickers on in the hallway and Yangyang pulls Ten and Xiaojun down to hide behind the island counters. He hears muffled footsteps as his mother walks down the stairs and towards the door, muttering about it being late. The three of them peer over the counter to watch as she opens the front door, but they can't see who is there.
"Mrs Liu!" The boy sounded urgent but kept his voice hushed, Yangyang couldn't quite pick up who he sounded like.
"He-" His mum got shushed by the boy.
"Mrs Liu, I know this is going to sound ridiculous but you have to listen to me. Is Yangyang here?"
"Yes but-"
"You need to leave, he isn't himself. Please, you have to trust me. Something's wrong and you're not safe."
"Hendery, I don't understand the meaning behind this but I suggest you and Winwin go home right now, your parents must be worried sick."
Hendery.
"Mrs Liu, please," It's someone else now, presumably Winwin, "Yangyang killed someone today, we saw it all. We're not lying to y-"
She gasps, "Well, I never! How dare you two come to my house and accuse Yangyang of something so horrible. I don't know what makes you think you can come here and say that when you know we're all struggling with what's been going on lately. Go home right now, Yangyang is broken enough right now, he doesn't need his friends going behind his back."
The door slams shut and Yangyang's mother huffs a sigh before retreating to her bedroom, her footsteps sounding a lot angrier.
The three of them all stand up straight and stare at the door.
"What the fuck was that about?" Ten turns to him.
"How am I supposed to know? I guess Hendery's still pissed about Kun and now Lucas."
"Enough to tell your mother you murdered someone? That's a huge accusation," Xiaojun looks sick.
"If they truly believed that, they would go to the police. They're just bluffing," Yangyang sighs. They fall back into silence as the minutes tick past. Yangyang can't believe it, that they would come and tell his mother. He couldn't have them know, like how he couldn't let Lina say anything. It wasn't his fault... right?
Breaking his thoughts, Ten makes a muffled noise. Xiaojun's eyes widen. Yangyang looks over at Ten and sees him pointing a finger towards the window. His throat swells in panic as he turns to face three angry faces sneering at him.
Hendery, Winwin and Detective Hwang. Behind them, police covered the roads. Yangyang knew they had surrounded the house,
