𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 ll Minsung

3. I want to be

T/W: graphic description of blood, gore, and violence.

Jisung's eyes lit up. The crime scene was gruesome, to say the least. One of the previously worn-out walls was splattered with red, in a weirdly alluring pattern. But judging by the putrid stench, it's clear that it was blood. He walked inside the dimly lit room both hands in his pockets, staring at the body which was even worse off.

The first thing that he noticed was how the victim's arms and legs were bent at awkward angles as though he was some kind of marionette that had been carelessly dropped. He was dead, that's for sure.

The victim's face was collapsed like a smashed pumpkin. Torn from his skull, the remnants of his brain lay scattered over the deserted floor; Raw and moist. Like a curious child observing his new toy, Jisung moved his gaze to his face, waiting for his glazed-over eyes to move. They didn't. It was just slumped in the corner, bathed in blood.

Jisung's eyes then wandered down his face and stopped at his throat. A crimson grin stared back at him tauntingly. The slash across his throat seemed to have more life than his listless gaping mouth with a disgusting remain of what used to be a tongue hanging from a side; Now this is interesting.

Blood still dripped down onto the floor from his shredded open chest. Jisung with a deep, sick satisfaction stared at the damp organs that were barely hanging on, swaying slightly due to the broken bones which were poking out like some sort of monstrous claw. He looked at Chan, asking for permission to inspect the body. Chan nodded taking out his notepad.

Putting on gloves, He crouched down in front of the corpse, carefully avoiding the thick pool of blood spreading underneath. Chan walks over, ready to take notes but freezes watching Jisung dig out a small bottle, his hand covered in a hell mix of flesh and blood from thrusting it straight inside the victim's heart.

He stood up, chuckling as he vaguely heard Chan swear alongside footsteps and retching as officers rushed outside, desperately holding back to empty their breakfast. Chan felt his own stomach churn as Jisung popped the red-soaked cork out of the tiny bottle; Unfazed.

"You alright?"

Chan was jarred out of his thoughts. clenching his fists, he took a deep breath. "I'm fine." Just surprised.

"Sorry if that gave you a nasty shock, CB97," Jisung said tilting the bottle, making a neatly folded piece of paper slide out onto his palm.

"This couldn't get any worse," Chan asked ignoring his sarcastic remark. "And what is that?"

"Aww the killer was sweet enough to leave us a little clue" Jisung spoke up, answering his question. Chan walked over to him and picked it up. Inside the paper was a printed note:

You gaze at the next full moon as the daylight ends,

So will he, merrily at my dear pointed friend.

Can't see, as red and blue, tricking out the disguise,

Thirty gashes seeping out from this happy surprise.

"Stop, give me a hand," one said to be polite,

Just to go out with people 'widely out of sight.

Me, I am not, it's the wolf who's in dismay,

Only to weep later after finding some rotten decay.

- The Nues

Jisung let out a whistle while Chan stood there petrified as he saw the name. Never mind, this is so much worse.