|| Chocolate and Mint choco || Ciipher oneshot

⛓ Tag ≠ Bloody Hand ⛓

Warning : Psycho story, blood and disturbing.

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Walking silently down the street knowing that the time is ticking. The weather is everything he has, maybe not for others but for him it's always right and never wrong.

Stopping. He taking out his phone and plugged the earphone, humming the melody. Walking to the park with an umbrella, protecting him from the rain. The cold wind hitting his face making him calm. Just alone enjoying his own present without anyone scared nor talking about him.

Being an orphan in  shitty shelter that doesn't even protecting him just something that everyone hate. Being exposed to a denger and murder, No protecter nor a protection. Growing in such a dark environment just making it worst. But theres nothing he can do now, the dark future he already hold, the thing that everyone scared already been in his blood. No way out nor a way going in another place. He dead inside and outside.

Sitting on a bench under a flickering light after the walked in the rain he sit down, resting after a long walked. He closed the umbrella, placing it beside him a little bit far so the water doesn't wetting his clothes. Despite being an orphans his life doesn't that hard nor hurting him. Well he doesn't hurt because it's not like he is  hurting himself, he hurting others. Or can I said? He killed others.

His childhood is the one who hurting him. The amounts of murdered he saw, the amounts of slaped he get, the amounts of guns being pointed to his head. He never knew nor anyone else will. He leaned his back and letting out a big and long sigh. At the age of 12 he gave up. Being tortured without knowing what he do, he toke a big and dangerous decisions. Killing the abusers with his own hand.

At such a young age he already killed someone with his own hand. Stabbing the guy without any sympathy, letting out his anger and brutal revenge, he smiled giggle that soon turning to a laugh. Remembering his first time killing someone is hilarious. Don't look down at him, despite being at a young age that time at least he can act. Maybe even getting an oscar.

The young boy crying running to the neighbor house, knocking the door. A worried guy with his wife opened the door kneeling down asking What happen? He proceed the act saying that someone died at his house. A guy kidnapped him and now the guy lying down in his own blood. He scared. What a dumb family. He staying there for a week before killing the small dumb family.

But it got worst as the worst thing a 12 years old boy can do. He burned the orphanage down without any helped. He got caught. The police track him at one park, The one he sitting now. The bench, The flickering light even the hour 1.05 a.m. He getting prison? No.

The police send him to a Asylum after 2 Months of keeping him in a individual room. After some test the Asylum giving the result. He not mentally normal. After all those abused and  dark childhood he had, his mental getting worst. He can't even thinking nor talking straight. He always laugh, Laughing at the dead body, Laughing at a huge pool of blood he creates by killing people, He Love it. He Love doing it. No one can stop him from laughing.

He will laugh at the point tears start running down his face. He can't even stopping himself. After 9 years suffering there, he free. Walking to everywhere he want, loving every food he taste. He finally free from the dark place. But did I said that he recovered ? Or did I said that he doesn't want to do the killing thing again ? No I don't said so.

He still doesn't free from all the stares and bad talk about him. 20 Years old him now doesn't want any suffering. He just want a happy life with a garden full of flower, clouds decorated the bright sky, bird chirping and humming his favourite song. That's all he want, but like I said the dark already in his blood. He is like chrysenthemums flowers meaning, devoted, loyal to the love of their life.

If his love can't give him his dream, nor the others can. Snapping his head towards a direction he caught a guy walking infront of him drunk. He smile, more like a cynical smile made it's way to his face. He take out his knife and go straight to the guy.

Tapping the drunk man shoulder his hand getting slaped, even been yelled. Oh boy... If he knew. He really hates being slaped. At the face, hand, leg, shoulder or anywhere. He will kill the person. " Did you know what a knife can do beside being at the kitchen, cutting?" He ask smilling. The drunk man frowned. He laugh at the drunk man face as he can't take it anymore.

The drunk man feel irritated as he punch the laughing boy making the poor guy fell. " You kids should die !! " The drunk man spit his saliva at the fell boy.

" Wrong!! " With the word he stab the drunk man brutally. The man below him doesn't have any time to  gasping some air. He laughing more loud at the drunk man that now a Dead body. He taking out a pen and a small paper writing something. After he finished writing it he placed it on the dead body. Smile and laugh.

He toke his phone, opening it and wear his earphone. Turning his favourite song. He take his umbrella and smile once again before running, laughing at the scene earlier.

If my dream can't be true, nor others can. I will make sure that I am not the only one who will suffer in this dark life.

                                                     - Tag

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Start ; Thursday 8 July 2021

Tag ciipher ≠ Bloody Hand.