you're addicted to me, don't you know that I'm toxic? || Jang Hanseok FF

> Extra chapter: André

A/N: yall I have no idea what this chapter is about... I just felt like writing it. Doesn't interfere with plot, just ignore it after you read it.

"SHOOT ME! You sick son of a bastard, JUST SHOOT ME!" Natalia shouted, tears brimming her eyes. Her shouts echoed through the empty warehouse.

He took the gun off her forehead. "I will. But for now, let's watch your dear husband."

Husband. Hanseok.

"Don't you dare touch him."

He picked up the remote control switched on the screen, showing an unconscious Hanseok. He snickered.

"If you want me to die then just kill me alone, why must you bring him in?"

He stroked her hair, tracing her cheek with the tip of his gun. "Poor girl, do you think monsters like you really deserve to love?"
She glared at him but her gaze faltered.

"You sadistic hypocrite." She spat.

"It is destined for monsters to die alone. Since I lost my wife, why should you be any luckier?"

"All the lives that you took, do you think their souls will want to to be happy?"

"All the" He leaned closer to her ear. "innocent lives." He emphasised. Her jaw clenched.

"You told me to kill them."

"And you listened. Like you always do." An evil smile played on his lips.

Her blood boiled.

"So listen to me one more time and press this button." He said, showing her a red button.

Natalia looked back at the screen, she was suspicious. She spotted tube-looking objects sticking out from behind the seats. She immediately knew what André was trying to do. He was trying to make her kill Hanseok, by bombing his seat.

"You psychotic asshole." Venom was carried in her words. André slapped her and she fell to her elbows. He squat down beside her, holding her chin up by force.

"You've changed a lot. You've become bolder, since you thought you killed me."

"But you failed. So is there really anything to be proud of?" He added, taunting her.

"Brag about how many men you've killed, but you couldn't kill me who was right infront of you. Out of every ten men you kill, how many of them are innocent?" His words sent shivers down her spine.

She kept quiet. Guilt gnawed at her heart, she knew what she had done all along and it haunted her every night, but it hurt more to hear someone explicitly say it out like this.

"You think you deserve a good life?"

"Everytime you think 'this is good' , think of everyone you shouldn't have killed. Think of them and enjoy life." He advised. He could sense her fear and regret and he enjoyed it. A tear escaped her eye.

"Just kill me, please." She begged. Her tone wasn't spiteful anymore. It was soft, and desperate, almost as if she meant it. She couldn't live with the guilt anymore. "Shoot me."

He chuckled. "Then I guess I don't need this." He threw his gun behind him. He liked torturing her. "Live with this guilt for the rest of your life. And remember, no matter what you do, remember that you're the monster."

Now Natalia didn't know if she wanted to kill him or herself more.

"Go ahead, press the button."

"Over my dead body."

"Very well, then. I'll do it for you."

Before Natalia could snatch the remote control from him, he pushed the button. Natalia stared at the screen on shock, as flames engulfed the chair.

Her shock soon turned into anger. She turned to André, eyes carrying more fire than ever. She slowly got up to her feet, walking towards the man who was clapping away.

She didn't care about the splinters in her feet or any pain. Rage blinded her. She wrapped her hands around his neck, letting out all her anger. He stumbled back into a wall, face turning yellow.

"You think you can kill me?" He said with a dry throat. Natalia tightened her grip, snapping his neck in half anytime. "He's gone, he's dead." A sinister smile appeared on his face.

Though blinded by rage, she stopped herself and hit him out instead. She couldn't let him die so quickly and painlessly.

Her cold eyes didn't faulter as she grabbed the gun, shooting at his hands and feet. She wasn't going to let him escape. Grabbing him by the hair, she trudged him out of the warehouse.