The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-TEN-

"What's your grandfather's name on your father's side?" I asked her trying to sort through.

"Min Jinsung, the second," she said, still dazed.

When I hit enter, there he was. He died at sixty-one after being diagnosed with stage four colon cancer; he died in four months, his dosage of Arsenic were ten times higher than Hyunbin's. They wanted him dead, fast, but without raising suspicion.

"Hyunbin had an older brother, Min Sangtae. He died at twenty-six." She searched and he came up as well. He died a year before his father. Two months she spent killing him. It seemed the only person she tortured for so long was Hyunbin.

One by one, Y/N typed up names of who I guessed were her family, and one by one they popped up.

"She's been killing off your family for years," I whispered. But why?

"And now she's coming after the last Min." Y/N tensed.

"You're a Kim, not a Min," I said. "And she isn't coming near you, or anyone in this family, unless it's in a body bag."

She looked back at me, her eyes blazing with fire.

"Everything I know is a lie. She's the only one that knows the truth. When we get our hands on her, we can break her, but we're not going to kill her until I know the truth," She said before looking back at the screen.

But, as I went through the list, looking for any of my past family and finding none, I wondered if a woman like Shin-hye, who had killed the father of her child, and left that same child for dead, could be broken.

How could you break something that was obviously never whole to begin with?

Y/N'S POV

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven days since my last Confession, in that time I have..."

"You have lied," Father Antony interrupted me.

"Yes, father and I..."

"You have killed, stolen, and much worse," he cut me off again. Only a man of God could do that and still have his tongue.

"You're going off script, father," I whispered, leaning against my seat. He could neither see me, nor I him, but I felt more comfortable. Not because I felt ashamed, more because I liked the darkness here; it was the only place I wasn't afraid of it. I liked the peace it gave me within the church.

"Yes, well I cannot offer you forgiveness." He sighed. "You've come in here once a week for the last year asking for the same thing. Yet neither I, nor God, can forgive you for something you do not truly wish forgiveness for. It doesn't work that way."

"May I continue, Father?" I asked him.