𝘹𝘹-𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦-𝘹𝘹 [𝘈 𝘛𝘟𝘛 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘍𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯]

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

Blaring sirens could be heard from outside my home. I peaked out of my window to check the source of these noises. Police cars could be seen parked at the house next door.

The police? Did something bad happen to Taehyun?

"Mommy, I knew that Taehyun needed help! The police are here 'cause bad guys tried to hurt him!" Fat tears profusely streamed down my cheeks.

She sighed, "Kai, I'm sorry about last night. The police are here because Mrs. Kang reported him missing." She kneeled down and wrapped me in an embrace.

"He's missing?!" I squeaked, intensity increasing in my bawling.

"Calm down, I'm sure they will find him. Don't worry."

"W-What if they don't?!"

"They will, I'm sure of it. He couldn't have gone far on his tiny legs." She reassured.

❥

Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into years. But, Taehyun had never returned. His parents constantly pleaded with the police for a reinvestigation but they officially labeled him "missing" and never searched for him again.

It had been ten years since then, making me seventeen years old.

"He still hasn't returned, huh?" I wondered to myself, examining one of the old action figures he had left in the park from that day.

"Kai! It's time for school!" I heard my mother yell from the kitchen.

"Okay, mom!" I shouted in response from my bedroom, setting the action figure on my bedside table.

I wonder how it would have been if Taehyun made it to high school with me...

❥

"Father, you should reconsider sending me to school! What if someone finds out about my identity?" I said, munching on the eggs and toast he made me.

"I'm sure of this. You said you wanted to get revenge on your past 'family,' right? There is no better way to trick them than doing this. Besides, I have enrolled you in the school under the name 'Terry' so there is no possible way of them finding out." My father reasoned.

"Fine, I'll go to school. You said you would pass on the family heirloom to me when I began to go back out in public. Can you give it to me, father?" I asked, hoping that he would fulfill his part of the deal we had made.

"Fine, I'll give it to you. Make sure you use it for the right people" He unlocked a dusty chest from the back of the room and seized a flat object out of it. It appeared to be a black leather sketchbook.

"A sketchbook? That's the heirloom?!" I shouted in disbelief. He had hid the object away from me for ten years, only for it to be a sketchbook. How anticlimactic.

"Oh, this is no ordinary sketchbook, son." He released a breathy cackle.

"Then, what else would be?!" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion."

"You will find out" He snickered as he gestured to me to follow him somewhere. "I never used any weapons for my murders. That would have been too unclean. Instead, I used this."

"Huh? A sketchbook? That wouldn't even leave a single scratch on a person!"

"You would be wrong by that, just watch me." He seized a pencil and drew a nearby deer that was located outside of our home. Its limbs in the drawing appeared to be dislocated from the midsection of its body. "Just wait a few minutes..." He cackled meticulously.

Two minutes later, ear-splitting screeches could be heard from the deer. Its limbs broke off in the exact position that my father located in the drawing.

"How did that happen?!" I stumbled back from the shock of what had just unfolded before me.

"I told you it would work. You can use this whenever you want, just no children." He grinned widely as he placed the sketchbook into my hands.

"This is amazing..." I used a hand to cover my gaping mouth. I was in awe of my father, this was the unequaled method in killing someone.

Looking down at the weapon in my hands, the corners of my mouth tilted into a smirk.

This will be interesting...