N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Bang Chan

Forgive and forget

A/N: Trigger warning for an implied panic attack.

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Chan didn't realize how smitten he was for Kiera until she walked out of I.N's bedroom a few hours later. With glittering eyes and a grin, her eyes met Chan's. His brain short-circuited and he couldn't get out the words he wanted to say. Kiera was always beautiful, but now she was unstoppable. 

She held her head higher with a straight back. I.N wanted to put her in dark makeup, but Kiera insisted she wanted to look like her normal self. Adding heavy makeup to her face reminded her of when her mother used to doll her up. Beverly would smear peacock and cobalt blues across Kiera's eyelids. Firetruck reds that matched the American flag. Obvious unblended hot pink blush. Chunky mascara used to make her eyelashes heavy. Kiera felt more like a circus clown rather than her own self. 

I.N caved and curled her lashes without mascara. He gently blended out a subtle golden highlight. A dewy lip gloss coated her cupid's bow lips. Using a small brush, he straightened out her eyebrows. It was simple and elegant. The newly black hair matched her dark eyebrows. Internally, she felt like a whole new person. 

"Do you like the dress?" Kiera asked with her hands collapsed in front of her. 

When I.N handed her a black dress, Kiera wanted to know how he managed to pick out her size perfectly. He caved and admitted when she was unconscious, after the incident with Marvin, Chan and Felix man-handled her unconscious body around, so he could take her measurements. 

He figured Kiera might not do it willingly and he always had plans to get her new clothes. Kiera was stunning, she had modeling potential. He wasn't going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers when videos of her had been uploaded for all of America to see. 

The material of Kiera's dress was made from an unknown coarse material. The thick fabric cinched at her waist. A tie had been sewn into either side of the dress. I.N made sure to tie them tighter, so the fit was a little snug, but Kiera didn't mind. In fact, she liked it a lot better than the sweatpants. The bottom of it rested just above her kneecaps, so she felt fully covered. 

Two black straps held the dress up over her bare shoulders. They couldn't be wider than two fingers long. I.N paired a silver necklace around her neck. Each side of the small chain contained a skeleton hand that connected to the rest of the skeleton body. It quite literally looked like the skeleton was being crucified. On her feet sat a pair of thick charcoal colored fuzzy socks. 

"You lo-" Lee Know was sitting beside Chan, but he was cut off. 

"Breath-taking," Chan finished. "I.N did this?" 

"Yeah, you like it that much? Do you like the hair?" She reached up and shook the sides of her short hair. 

"How do you feel?" Lee Know asked. 

"Like I'm ready to bring my father to his knees. I feel more powerful than I've ever felt before. I'm ready to sit down and expose everything." 

Lee Know chuckled. 

"Channie?" A new voice came from the hallway. 

"Yes, Pup?" 

With soft footsteps, Felix rounded the hall and stepped up beside Kiera. His hair matched Kiera's. The yellowed blonde was gone and in its place sat jet black. The bright blue contacts he always wore were gone. 

"Woah," Lee Know stared at Felix's face in awe. He knew the younger man wore colored contacts, but he never saw his true eye color. 

Chan sucked in a sharp breath. "What made you decide to go back to the original color?"

"I wanted to try something different. I've had the blue contacts for so long, I thought maybe I could try my original eye color again. Do you like them?" 

Chan nodded, but he stayed quiet. Felix slipped his hand into Kiera's and she gently squeezed it in support. The gesture was enough to send Chan over the edge. He pushed himself off the leather couch and towards the stairs. "I'll be back, I've gotta go make a phone call." He left the three alone and hurried up the steps. 

"Wait! Stop! Stop! Please, stop! You already hurt my dad, please don't hurt her too!"

Felix's voice crept up in the back of his head from the day Chan and his father killed Felix's parents. Chan's feet fled faster up the wooden steps. 

"No, please! No! Mom!"

Chan's arms wrapped around Felix's small waist to keep him from his parents. He knew if Felix tried to stop his father, his father wouldn't have wasted any time sending the knife into Felix's body. Felix tugged, but Chan's grip was far too tight for him to escape. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. The high-pitched screams rang through his head as he remembered Felix collapsing in his arms. Chan loosened his grip, Felix scrambled forward to reach his parents, Chan's father grabbed his shoulder and yanked him away. He stumbled backwards, but he remembered the scene like it was yesterday. 

Felix's parents were still taped to the metal folding chairs. Their necks were slit open and they were each slumped over. The heavy metallic scent of blood coated the air. The sweet scent of honeydew, Felix's mother had been cutting the fruit when Chan and his father broke in, it was long gone. 

Chan was given a simple task by his father. He went after Felix's mother because she was the weaker of the two. Too busy singing a pleasant unknown melody, she never heard the backdoor open. The sound of typing filled the master bedroom upstairs as Felix's father typed away on his laptop consulting between a few more clients. 

It was far too easy, neither had been expecting it. From what Chan had been told, he expected his father to teach Felix's father a lesson. There was no mention of killing until after they tied the pair up. He watched his father turn into the monster he had always been. 

Chan threw his door open and stumbled into his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. Struggling to breathe, he forced himself to try to suck in air. What did he do? He stood by and watched Felix's parents become victims of his father. 

He paced around the room. His fingers found his hair and he tugged trying to get the thoughts to go away. The guttural wails of Felix. The light leaving his mother's eyes. The gurgling and sputtering of Felix's father.  The bullet hole in his own mother's forehead.

"No, no, no, no, no." His words came out as a whisper beneath his breath. He squeezed his eyes shut again. The side of his palm slammed into the side of his head a few times. Maybe he could force the horrible memories out of his head. 

His teeth clenched together and he sucked in another sharp breath. His brain was spiraling and he was unwinding internally. This happened so rarely, but to see Felix without his usual contacts sent him over the edge. He remembered everything about that day. The tainted memories left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

You're just like your father. 

The thought caused him to drop to his knees. He felt like he was eleven again. Knees pressed against the cold kitchen tile as he shook his mother's dead corpse. Muddled with defeat and body filled with a sense of distress; his arms came up and covered his head. He rocked his body back and forth trying to think happier thoughts. 

A sudden unwanted twitch filled his body and caused his limbs to contort as he remembered the sawing feeling of the handsaw going through his mother's bones. It sliced through her skin like butter. Her beautiful golden skin ripped apart by the angry razor-sharp edges of the saw. The memory of the vibrations caused him to curl up into himself more. 

The soft crunch beneath his hands as he unwillingly snapped the neck of the blue canary. A wing here and a wing there. A lovely melody turned into shrieks as blood spurted from the sides of the bird's body. The coating of warm blood soaking his small adolescent hands. 

Like mother, like daughter; like father, like son.