Role Model | Lee Taeyong

Twenty-Five ☻

TW // Suicide, mention of rape

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I can't look at this place.

Taeyong thought to himself as he stared quietly at the small creek under the bridge in his hometown. Yet, he still kept his eyes on it. He couldn't look away. All the memories were swarming back into his head, the ones that he shut away and tried to forget they happened.

He knew why Narae sent him here. She was finally going to kill him. Before, she hadn't placed a single finger on him, almost in a taunting way. It felt like a daydream, like it would never actually happen until the time finally came.

In another dimension, maybe Taeyong would've let it all happen. He would give up without a fight, he would want to die. But not anymore. Not after Jungwoo. Not after Yuta and Doyoung. And definitely not after Yeri. He wasn't going down without her. If one of them was going to survive, it was going to be him.

Any second now, the wench would come running down with her crimson hair and her innocent smile that hid the blood of all of her victims behind it. His anger raged like Lyssa as he thought of her. She was the Grim Reaper, taking innocent souls away with no hesitation. She was a monster and he was going to kill her.

Around his waist stood his gun and his dagger. He wasn't taking any chances this time. He didn't want to hear her voice, he wanted her dead on the ground. Just like how you murdered Jeongyeon? A voice in his head mutters as a silent gasp leaves his mouth. He felt a presence around him as his eyes rapidly traced his surroundings, but found nothing. The bottom of his chest was telling him it was her watching him in the distance.

Shut up, stupid brain. He curses. But it was right, of course. He was going to slaughter Narae the same way he did with Jeongyeon. In the same place, at the same time, dusk. He turns his eyes upwards, facing the full moon that overlooked the city. Not a single soul dared to walk out in the night, afraid to be the next victim of hers. The time and place were gloom, perfect for his perfect murder.

His hand slowly starts to reach for his gun, checking to see if all of his bullets were in the correct place. He was too occupied by his pistol to notice Narae silently creeping behind him. It was too late because he felt a giggle over his shoulder and soon the gun was snatched out of his hand.

He tried to reach forward for the gun but she pointed it toward him, her finger along with the trigger. "Tsk, seriously? You really brought a gun? That's not fair." She jeers, taking the pistol and using all her stamina to throw it far into the stream. The two watched as the shooter slowly followed the flow of the water until it reached the sewers, never to be seen again.

He was ready to take the knife and stab her already, but a small portion of him was telling him to not attack. Not just yet. But he still took the knife and held it tightly around his palms. His eye bags were darkened and his eyes furrowed when he saw the girl covered in dry blood. "Who's blood is that?" He spats.

She looks down at her hands, almost as if she forgot it was on her in the first place. "Oh, remember Mark Lee? Yeah, he kind of got in the way." She smiles a little bit like she was reminiscing on the moment like it was a fond memory of hers.

"You're a fucking lunatic." He affronts. Narae only smiled, furthermore proving his point. "I thought everyone knew that already. Are you stating the obvious? Fine, I'll play too. You and I are the same."

"We are not the same!" Taeyong yells back as soon as the words leave her mouth. "You're a serial killer, I'm a police officer. We're opposite sides of the spectrum!"

"But you fucking killed her." She states her voice now an octave deeper than before. Her smile was completely wiped off of her face. "She went out of the house late at night because mom was looking for you, and when she found you here doing drugs, you guys got into an argument right in front of my face. I watched from the sidelines as you let your stupid friends rape her as she screamed for help. And then you took that fucking log and smashed it against her head until, what, the 50th hit? If I didn't run away would you have done the same to me? I might be a serial killer, but you're a monster."