Circus of Longing

It's a different kind of Magic...

Da Som knew that she, Bong and that strange women were not the only people at circus and also that her every step was being watched but this time it was different. She felt a dread coiling like a serpent in her belly. Someone was out there to hurt her.

Despite wearing sufficient woollens, she was shivering from cold.

"Daa....Sommm..." she felt a smacking of tongue. She looked back. He was floating above her with his hair touching the ground. His face was hidden by his long hair.

"Daa...Somm..." he said again. Da Som tried to flee but he blocked her path.

"I'm not sorry..." Da Som spat. His head extended from his body and his long teeth and red tongue were protruding from the top of his head. He again smacked his tongue against his head and his head split into halves to eat Da Som. Da Som was too stupefied to think logically and so tried to stop that thing by using her hands to shield herself.

"Khaccch...." Black blood splayed on Da Som's face but when she wiped her face with her handkerchief, it had no blood. Bong was looking at her with sword in his hand.

"You saved me," Da Som ran towards Bong and embraced him. Bong stroke his hair, saying, "Hush...Da Som, it's all right."

Suddenly Da Som pushed Bong away, "It was you only who sent him to torture me..."

A flash of shock passed over Bong's face but then, his expression became cold, "I don't know how I can send a demon to torture you with whom you're acquainted enough to tell him you're not sorry."

Da Som stepped back. Yes, she knew who the demon was but putting the blame on Bong made her hide away from the fact she didn't dare accept. She knew the demon very well. He was the man she killed.

Da Som had come home on the holidays. She was so excited but when she came, her mother's eyes were red from crying. A doctor was secretly treating her sister who had burn marks and wounds from a severe beating. Her sister's face was unrecognisable.

"He didn't even spare my baby," her sister wailed, clutching her deflated belly.

Da Som doesn't know till now if that day she had intended on killing her sister's husband when she left the house or it was merely in heat of the moment. But she had no regrets. Not then. And certainly not now.

Bong was just admiring the moon when a sword fell over him and cut him into half. Then both his halves turned back and combined again.

"T..this is not pp...p...possible," a man clad in green trench coat stuttered, "No ghost can escape the power of this sword."

"And who told you I'm a ghost?" Bong asked with amusement.

And a code is being executed somewhere,

if(humanoid_Bong_v(n)=killed)
then

humanoid_Bong_v(n+1).regenerate();

"Your old magic cannot kill me," saying this Bong disintegrated into multiple silicon crows who tore the Ghost hunter apart and the lightning made a raven-like shape in the night sky.

"Hope this message finds you hale and hearty, dear Sung Jong."