N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Bang Chan

To hell and back

It was far too easy to put a bullet between Willie Campbell's eyes. Chan had a taste for being a little sadistic. It was bound to become part of him when his father ruthlessly murdered person after person. It was a rare occasion to kill someone without inflicting some sort of pain. 

Shattering bones, dislocating fingers, ripping off fingernails. Filleting humans without a care in the world. With a slight pop and a bit of hesitation, knives broke the barrier of skin and cut through it like butter. Pleasure rippled through his father when bright red blood soaked his hands. 

The complex interior of human anatomy fascinated his father. Muscles, tendons, ligaments, and veins. With a single swipe, his father would snip away at the tougher flesh. Muscles were much more difficult to cut through with their thicker and more resistant texture. 

Chan never liked it when it came to innocent victims. They never deserved that, but when it came to hardened criminals, it didn't matter to him. He'd pluck out veins and saw through bones while the victims were still alive. 

When Changbin tortured people, it was different. He taunted and his goal was to make a person uncomfortable. If they couldn't speak to Han or crumble at Lee Know's threats, he'd get them to talk himself. Taunting, mocking, and laughing. He'd hang people and cut them deep. He'd stab and he'd slash, but he refused to do much more than that. 

The blood didn't thrill him as much as it did Chan. It awakened some dormant force deep inside of him. Maybe it was something genetic that slipped into his DNA coding from his father. Maybe it was something he grew passionate about as he worked beside his father as a child. 

It was rare when Chan tortured people, but when he did, it was gory. When he was finished, both him and the victim would be soaked with blood. He didn't kill to get information out of people. He killed them because they were the worst of the worst. They didn't deserve mercy in this life or the next. He didn't stop until they were dead. 

Changbin always joked around and insisted Chan was never born. He was a malicious and malevolent force living down in the depths of hell. He managed to crawl out and along the way, he met a few hell-hounds. An ominous and omnipotent force who destroyed and tore apart anything or anyone that stood in his way. 

Pieces of Kiera's past were still leaking out and Chan vowed Willie would pay. Such a disgusting man never should have been let in charge of the country. Chan was going to destroy him from the inside out. 

He studied Willie's political career since he graduated college. He spent three years campaigning until he secured his first position as a small town mayor. Every interview Chan read, Willie kept mentioning he dreamed of being president since he was a child. Chan was going to muddle that dream and turn it to dust. 

He might have been living large in the white house, but Chan was going to take it away from him. Killing him was giving him too much credit and they'd continue to have this issue with Philip. Chan wanted to watch Willie fall from grace. He wanted to be the one to kick him from the top of his golden throne. 

Pull the curtain away from his follower's eyes and let them see his true form; a wolf in sheep's clothing and a devil in disguise. Millions of peoples lives were in the hands of an abuser, a narcissist, a murderer. Not only was Kiera supposed to be dead, but Willie set everything up for Beverly's death too. 

Chan wasn't going to let him get away with it. Willie was his group's biggest obstacle yet. Sure he could have stopped, but they already kidnapped his daughter and she deserved to have some sort of justice. Chan's eyes glanced over at Kiera. She was sound asleep in his bed. 

She mentioned she had a headache earlier. Chan gave her a Tylenol and let her get comfortable in his bed. He sat beside her with his laptop responding to a plethora of emails. Every now and then, he glanced over to check on her. At some point, she fell asleep beside him. 

He shut his laptop after about an hour and placed it over on his nightstand. He looked back at her and couldn't pull his eyes away from her. He had been sitting in silence for the past five minutes observing her. 

The day he found Felix in the alleyway, it was an accident. Chan had been on his own for quite a while. He cut through the alleyway to avoid the main street. He entered the cobblestone alleyway. The scent of tomatoes and oregano flooded through the air. The alley passed behind an Italian restaurant. 

Chan was nearly by the dumpster when he heard soft sobs coming from inside the dumpster. He froze for a moment and thought about ignoring it, but something inside him stopped him. He walked over, lifted the lid, and glanced into the bottom of the dumpster. 

Among the multiple bags of garbage was a seventeen-year-old Felix. With hollowed cheeks and purple bags beneath his eyes. Felix didn't see him, at first, but Chan knew that face anywhere. He was haunted by that day two years ago; the day his father had murdered the young boy's parents. 

When he asked the boy if he was alright, Chan was worried he might be recognized, but Felix never realized who he was. The ski mask he wore that night concealed his identity perfectly. With sniffles and broken sobs, Felix explained he ran away from his foster parents. 

He wasn't doing too well in school. His grades were D's and F's. He was struggling immensely and, for whatever reason, his parents decided to punish him by letting him starve. Anger coursed through Chan, but he pushed it down and held a hand out to Felix. 

Right then and there, after he pulled Felix out of the dumpster, he decided he'd keep the young boy with him. It was the least he could do after murdering his parents. As the two learned more and more about each other, Chan cared for him more and more. Guilt wracked him for being part of the murder scheme. 

He learned to deal with it and push it down. When Felix occasionally opened up about his parents, Chan sat and listened. He offered sympathies and vowed support to help catch the culprits. Little did Felix know, one was dead and the other was right in front of him. 

That same sense of protection hit Chan when he looked at Kiera. He wouldn't let her father touch her ever again. Nobody was going to hurt her as long as he existed. It didn't matter if it killed him.

The next time someone put their hands on her, they'd die.