Catch me if you can <Lee Know ff>

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A faint light flashed through the dark blue sky, a sinisterly loud thud following afterwards from the clouds. All the little starry dots were now hidden from sight by the smoggy sky, making the city appear forgotten by the rest of the world. Another cranky light cut the grey clouds into a painting that only nature could create; a thunderstorm was definitely on its way. And soon after, one by one, droplets of water started pouring down over the city's dead buildings.

The figure of a man walking slowly on a side alley between the blocks was creeping in the picture. His long, black trench coat was drenched by this point, but that didn't stop him from moving forward. The smirk of satisfaction plastered on his face as he looked ahead of him at his begging victim, made his heart pound with excitement, eager to finish what he started. The silly human dragged himself further and further away from the vicious man approaching, glancing in fear at the sharp weapon awaiting to cut his throat open.

With each steady step he took, he was only getting closer, making the man in front scream for mercy. It was a dead end. Nowhere to run or hide anymore. His shoes stopped right below the helpless man who was kneeling on the wet cement, searching for some humanity left in the monster that held his life in its palm.

"No, please...I have a wife a-and kids! Please, you can't do this!" the man begged harder for his life to be spared, but it didn't seem to affect the latter any bit.

He scoffed as he looked down at the pathetic individual "Funny" he lowered his body just a little bit to get closer to his ear "I remember how she begged for her life just like you, but that didn't stop you from doing what you did" he whispered tauntingly to the side of the man's bloody temple, yet with no emotion whatsoever.

The rain was loudly hitting the asphalt, but even as a whisper, the kneeling human shivered with horror at his soon to be murderer's words.

"No... No, no... I'm sorry, I-I..." his voice was breaking, the tears running down his face blending with the cold rain as it washed his dirty skin.

The moonlight shined through the water drops on the killer's face as he raised himself straight, looking down at the already dead body. There was no smile, no frown, no sadness or frustration or even satisfaction on his face anymore. He was emotionless, but this was definitely a moment he's been waiting for ever since he can recall, the moment he longed for to finally happen and to end it with his own hands.

With a cold and sharp stare in his eyes, he propped the blade ready to pierce the injured party's flesh. He was so close to finally fulfilling his wish, to finally be able to end it for once and all and be at ease, knowing that he has made justice for the lost life that only he remembered.

At a fast pace with a quick motion of his hand the knife flew towards the man's head, but before the knife would penetrate it, Minho's eyes flashed open with a gasp. He was breathing heavily, placing a hand over his chest, realising that it was all just a dream. He let out a sigh trying to calm himself as he sat there in his dark room. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he leaned back again on the soft mattress. His lungs slowly steadied themselves and soon enough he finally let himself relax, thinking back of his dream. It felt so real, but surreal at the same time. But it was all just his imagination and now he was back into the real world. He looked over the clock on his nightstand - 5:06 - it was pointless for him to go back to sleep now, so he started getting ready for his day instead.

Every so often he would get dreams like this, sometimes it was his own reflection that he was looking at with the knife in his hand and sometimes, just like last night, it was the man he desired to kill the most. To make him suffer and scream in pain as he slowly took the life out of him and send him to hell where he belonged.