This is Not My Obituary

I've been caught

Shuyang had closed the basement door behind him and shoved the keys deep in his front pocket, the edge of the metal trinket jabbing at his thigh every so often.

He hurriedly flipped through the pages and strained his eyes against the darkened room. His mind was fully engaged as he skimmed each page.

It was word after word of the atrocities this town had hidden under its petticoat of hellish deceit. Young people slaughtered for being the least bit curious of the same sex and fed to some ancient deity that the townsman still considered all powerful. Shuyang shoved as their chilling descriptions rendered to none other than the grounds. He knew that it must be the subject of all these mislead documents, but Shuyang hadn't known the grounds to be anything but protective, especially over him. He couldn't believe some of these things that had been said about the grounds, almost feeling a sense of betrayal if proven to be true. 

As Shuyang continued his dig, he finally made it to the record of the year 1973. There were a few pages following but the small yearbook photo of a certain boyfriend of his stood out to him. "Rui?" He whispered quietly to himself as he ran a fingertip over the yellowed picture.

His eyes slowly crept downward as he drew in the information the documenter had gathered.

"Gou MingRui, Graduating class of '73."  Shuyang read aloud, but still lowly. He knew that GouGou had been in trouble since high school, but he never knew they had been trailing him like this. The paper went on to explain his hobbies and other interesting things that made the boy a perfect candidate for sacrificial use. Shuyang's mind was boggled to say the very least, an absolutely insane take on the human purpose.

"Homosexual tendencies." Shuyang laughed as he read the small line. "Sure as hell." He said. "But he wasn't like that in school."

Much to anyone's surprise MingRui had also been quite a player. He had a few girlfriends in high school and many afterwards until the year before him and Shuyang got together.

"Partier, heavy drinker, playboy. I know all this shit, how does it make him sacrifice worthy?" Shuyang groaned. Whoever wrote the report must've been close in radius when the boys were in school, seeing as how they even knew he was big into parties.

Shuyang shook his head and tore out the pages concerning his boyfriend and folded them, placing them in his pocket before standing up from his crouched position. With a heavy sigh he turned around.

"What're you doing?" A voice boomed, making the young man practically jump out of his skin. A click sounded as a bright light met his eyes. He held up a hand to shield his vision. "Ren Shuyang, what are you doing done here?" The voice asked again. Shuyang felt like an idiot for somehow not hearing someone come up behind him. "Who-"
"Answer the question." The voice lowered.
"Who is it?" Shuyang asked despite the first command.

The flashlight blinked as it lost its light, now just two bodies standing in the dark. Shuyang could barely make out the figure in front of him, nor could he recognize the voice of the man.

"I said answer my damn question." The man growled once again.

"You answer my damn question." Shuyang shot back.

The man shuffled around for a second, only pausing for a moment before swinging the flashlight with an iron grip and walking the younger man over the head.

Shuyang breathed in shapely as he felt himself fall as if he were in slow motion. He had been caught.