Wrecked

chapter-3

In the midst of darkness, the wind was howling as the streets echoed with the blood curdling screams of a certain Man. “Please leave me..why are you doing this?” the man begged for his life. Standing in front of him was a mysterious hooded person, the person tilted their head as their eyes gleamed with excitement. “I have me reasons” their voice decreasing to a menacing level. 

“What reasons? What have I done to you?”  his voice pleading for some mercy as he was already bruised up. The person’s laugh vibrated through the walls of the houses. They crouch down to the man’s level, placing the cold steel knife, lathered with blood on his chin and flick it up as the man winces, “tsk, tsk,tsk so scared, begging for mercy, is this how you are now? Not the man you used to be? Mr. Chen” the person had sarcasm and smugness dripping out of their voice. “Remember how you used to touch me in all the wrong places, yeah now this knife-” the person stroked their knife with their index finger tracing the sharp edge as it shimmered crimson under the streetlight. “-is going to touch you in all the right ones.”

The man's breath shivered as he huffed, a small cloud of fog forming in front of his quivering lips. “What? I don’t even know you?” the person's amused chuckle rang in his ears. “You’ll know-” the person removed their hood as their revelation made the heart of the man thunder against his chest making him go wide-eyed. “-but unfortunately you’ll not be alive to say nothing” with that she smirked and plunged the knife right into his heart as they  stabbed him numerous times with the same wicked smile and a satisfied glint in their eyes. Taking out a lighter they burned the man right on the wet road.

“Stupid Men, think they can do anything and not bear the repercussions”

Leya

Was it too much blood I spilled? and it's currently on my coffee cup. I stroked my thumb across the mug's handle and peered at the bloody knife. Cutting your fingers hurts more than ... .I take a sip of my coffee sitting near the window of my apartment., watching as the humans appear exceedingly small, so easily crushed under my foot. I laughed.

When I think back on my interactions with Yeonjun, it's largely for business, but there are always those situations that take us back in time, and I unconsciously spill the beans from the past that I shouldn't have, and then I have to clean up the mess but these reunions have somehow brought us closer together it's like a new breath of nostalgia for the way we used to be. 

It’s like we never spent our days apart. It’s nice to see he still has that goofy boyfriend side in him he used to have before his whole demeanor changed as the mist of darkness fogged up our happiness. Gloom spread like wildfire. The day my dad died, my world crumbled down. My father, the only one who actually cared for me, who loved me beside yeonjun. One night brought chaos into our worlds even more when Yeonjun's father was to be blamed for my father’s death. I closed my eyes as my chest heaved with uneasiness.

"Vivi, I am so sorry," yeonjun sniffled as he begged me for forgiveness on his knees. His hands pressed on my thighs, his face flushed from crying all night. I was like a living corpse, not responding.I only wanted to see my father. I desired nothing more than my father at the time. "I had no idea my father would do this," he sobbed, terrified of losing me. I knew it, but I couldn't tell him he didn't do anything wrong. But he felt compelled to apologize for his father's actions. "Vivi, do you think my dad could do such a thing?" He was desperate for an answer from me. I refused to believe... Our fathers were close friends. What possessed him to commit such a heinous crime? But in the back of my mind, I couldn't trust the claim because I knew there was a far deeper mystery.

The sound of my phone’s notification  jolted me out of my reverie. My gaze was drawn to my phone, which I opened to reveal a message from Yeonjun. My brow furrowed, creasing my forehead depicting my confusion. I unlocked my phone and checked what he sent.