𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 stray kids

10: most fun i ever had

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Lee Felix watched in curiosity as they were marched forward into a waiting room.

In a flash, the boy named Soonyoung stepped forward, casting some sort of spell over the group of them, including the two SPF members.

"Bound, sir."

Yonghee nodded his head solemnly at the boy, before turning to look Felix dead in the eyes. He was certain the blonde could read his thoughts, and obviously had a message he only wanted Felix to hear.

So the blonde casually reached into the man's mind.

We've bound our souls to yours. Each and every one of you. If any of you, or all of you ever reincarnate, we'll be there too. And this time when you're born, though we'll have no memory of anything that happened in this lifetime, it will be ingrained deep in our being that we must at all costs stop you from ever committing a crime again.

We'll gravitate to you. Every. Single. Time.

You'll never escape us again.

The conductor merely smiled brightly at Yonghee, nodding joyfully. The officer gave him a final look of disgust before turning towards a door.

What lay beyond that door?

He would soon find out, as Chan was called first.

"I want that evil creature to watch his gang die before him, one by one."

Officer Jinyoung's words replayed back in his head, and the blonde giggled.

How wonderful!

So this is what he'd meant by it. Giving the conductor front row seats to the deaths of his instruments, before walking inside to meet his own death.

The blonde shivered in manic anticipation.

"He doesn't look remorseful, sir."

The jealous young wizard from earlier was back, wearing the same sour expression he'd worn since Felix made his acquaintance.

"I don't think he's capable of remorse, Chan." Yonghee spoke yet again with no emotion, yet hatred burned red hot in his eyes.

And he was right.

Lee Felix, while born with the greatest gift of the century - was a complete and utter psychopath, and proud of it.

So, with nothing further to be said, they began.

And the blonde watched as one by one, seven violins with broken heartstrings walked into the room to be slaughtered. The dire consequence of befriending the enemy, though how were they to know he was to be an enemy?

That was what Chan asked himself, running a hand through his electric blue locks one last time before his hands were strapped by his sides. If only he had never taken the boy in from the top of the building, if only he hadn't entirely underestimated him... would he be about to die at the hands of the SPF?