N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Bang Chan

Deliver us from evil

A/N: Trigger warning for extreme violence.

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It was normal for fifteen year old Lee Felix to walk home from the local bus stop. His house was only a block away. As he grew up, he didn't need to rely on his parents as much. He had been following the same after school routine since the start of freshman year.

It wasn't a surprise to see an unfamiliar vehicle parked in his parent's driveway. His parents, specifically his father, had a variety of friends and clients for his job. It wouldn't be the first time he'd come home to strangers in his house. His father called them investments. He played with the stock market.

Investing money here and putting it into different stocks. Removing it from certain markets before they crashed. Felix had never bothered to learn about it. It was all too confusing for his brain to understand. He grabbed his key out of his back pocket, turned it in the lock, and entered the house.

Mindlessly, he hummed beneath his breath as he stepped inside. With his backpack still on his back, he kicked off his shoes, and headed through the small hallway. If he went left, he could enter the kitchen to grab a snack. If he headed right, he could crash on the living room couch and watch TV. If he went straight, he could go upstairs to his room and get started on his biology homework.

He made the mistake of turning right. In the middle of his living room, his parents were sitting side-by-side in white plastic folding chairs. A thick layer of gray duct tape secured their ankles to the chair legs. Arms bent back, their wrists were taped behind them. More duct tape covered their mouths.

His eyes met his mothers first. She had the same warm brown eyes as him. Today the warmth was gone. They were widened and replaced with a look of fear. She yelled something through the tape, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. His father joined her soon afterwards.

"Is this your kid?" A voice spoke from behind him.

He jumped instantly and spun around. Taking a few steps back, two men greeted him. One was taller than the other. A large butcher's knife sat in the taller man's hand. They were dressed head to toe in black. Gloves covered their hands. The only part of them that Felix could see were their eyes and mouths due to black ski masks.

The man with a knife had dark empty eyes. It was like staring straight into the face of the devil himself. A slow grin appeared on his face. The other man didn't seem to show nearly as much enthusiasm. It almost felt like he didn't want to be there.

"Must be your kiddo," the man continued. "Same face, same eyes, same everything. Tell me son, how much do you know about your father's business?"

Behind him, his parents wiggled relentlessly in their tape. They squirmed and shifted, but the tape was too thick. Too many layers. Too sticky. They could try as much as they pleased, but they'd never be free.

"M-my father?" Felix stuttered.

"His business," the man went on. "What do you know about his business?"

"He helps people invest money in the stock market."

"Wrong."

"What?" His heart hammered in his chest. He didn't dare take his eyes off of the two men. He couldn't make a run for it even if he wanted to. There were no weapons around.

"Do you want to tell him yourself?" The man's eyes glanced around Felix and sat on his father. "Do you want to tell your only son how much of a no-good, lying, and stealing bastard you are?"