The Wolf and the Beauty

TWATB #1

The boy looked at the blood in his hands, to be precise, the blood of three other people. The head of the family, his wife and their firstborn whom he had always looked up to. "Hyung," he caressed the older boy's face with his crimson hands smearing blood on the pale cheeks, "Wake up, please. I'm so sorry. It's my fault, I'll listen to you well, I promise."

Tears slipped down his cheeks and fell on the floor mixing with the crimson liquid which flowed from the older boy's head. Next to his body were laid other two bodies. The father's which had several deep gashes on his neck and abdomen and his wife's which had one stab wound on the chest and a deep one on the neck.

Seeing that he could no longer do anything, the little boy stood up wiping the tears off his cheeks painting his cheeks crimson red. He locked the windows and the front and back door before walking up to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, he washed himself from any blood and changed into new clothes. The little boy walked down to the kitchen and searched for the bottle of gasoline which was kept out of his reach.

He stared at the bottle and threw his tennis ball at it which made it tumble and fall. Once it was at his reach, the boy unscrewed the cap before pouring it on his dirty pile of clothes and around the living room where the bodies were.

He then lit up a match stick and stared at the flickering flame. Like a moth to a light, the boy stared at it before throwing it onto the trail of gasoline he had created. The entire place quickly caught on fire but gave enough time for the boy to run away.

Once the fire began to spread, the frightened neighbours gathered around and tried to put out the fire while waiting for the fire service.

Meanwhile, the boy who was standing next to the pole smirked, "I warned him, it's not my fault."

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It was the the small city of Busan but the times were not the best to be alive. There were murders all around them but no one was yet to be suspected. It was started when a woman, a prostitute was found dead. Her naked body had been brutally beaten up and tortured displayed for everyone to see and her face almost unidentifiable.

The law enforcement had only gotten so far as to discover the girl's time of death and her parents but nothing further. Nothing led them further. The killer was said to be extremely intelligent and that he could be someone who was either in school or some job since the murders mostly took place at the weekends.

But was it the same person? The police had only two ways of identifying him- a neatly carved Sagittarius sign on the skin of the victim on the back and the serial numbers on the middle finger of the victim. The sign was always found neatly carved into the skin, so neat that the detectives concluded that it must be someone in a medical profession. The murders were brutal that they made everyone's skin crawl in fear and disgust.

"Who do you think could be behind all this?" Oh Sehun asked as he kicked the stone in front of him watching it roll away. Kim Junmyeon shrugged his shoulders, "Could be anyone," the boy had a goofy smile as he turned to their other friend, "It could be Chanyeol, it could be you."

"Or you," said Chanyeol with a huff and pushed back the glasses on his nose and Sehun too joined the boy before glaring at the eldest, "You're a meanie, Jun!"

Park Chanyeol, Oh Sehun and Kim Junmyeon were the kids from the same neighbourhood. Sehun and Junmyeon were seniors in college while Chanyeol was a junior. The three were hell-bent on contributing to the law enforcement to prevent such hideous acts to a fellow human.

Sehun and Junmyeon were the extremely loud extroverts who, you could say, had adopted Chanyeol, an introverted junior as their friend when they stood up to his bullies and chased them away. No one dared to mess with him again since he was friends with the seniors.