N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Bang Chan

Better luck next time

The inside of the white house was spotless. The ceilings were high and they made I.N feel small. He walked beside Chan and the two were led into the section of the white house where Willie and Kiera lived. On arrival, Chan thanked the man who helped sneak them in and he disappeared. 

It looked like a normal house on the inside. I.N kept glancing around in awe. He might have had a certain agenda to follow, but he was here. He successfully got himself into the white house. He was directly in the place where the President of the United States spent his free time outside of work.

Growing up, he learned about multiple different US presidents and all the things they accomplished. To stand in the section where a variety of them lived, it blew his mind. Chan elbowed him in the ribcage to try and snap him out of his haze. The two of them didn't have time to screw around and blow this up. 

"There you two are." A man appeared in black dress pants and a black polo shirt. "Kiera's already in her room for the night. Willie has gone out with a few of his friends, so he won't be back until later tonight." 

The pair nodded and the man continued. "I'm not sure what the two of you want to do, but I'm going to watch some TV. With Philip dead, I don't have to worry about him finding me not paying attention." 

"Philip is dead?" Chan's voice came out shocked. 

"Woah, are you okay? Your voice sounds funny." 

Shit. 

"I think I'm coming down with something. I didn't know that Philip was dead. What happened?" 

The man's dark eyes rolled. "I'm not sure why I'm surprised, you never read your emails. You're always missing out on things and then you make me tell you about them." He dropped himself down on a black leather couch facing away from them. "Like I said, Philip is dead."

I.N and Chan exchanged a look. 

"Apparently, Willie found him dead in his bedroom. There was a handgun in his hand and a bullet in the middle of his forehead. Kiera was at her therapy appointment and Willie was in a meeting. Besides Lucas Wilson, nobody has access to this part of the white house. I guess everything got to be too much, so he blew his brains out." 

The man frowned, "I think it's sad. The poor guy gets in the white house, the affair he had with his best friend's wife gets leaked, his best friend's daughter gets kidnapped, and the pressure gets to be too much. Not everyone is meant for this much attention. It's been worse with Kiera missing and being held against her will." 

"Held against her will?" 

"Read your emails!" The man threw up his hands exasperated. "I can't believe Fresno hasn't kept you up to date with it. Kiera came back here and admitted she was tortured and forced to make all those videos. None of it was real, it was all bullshit." 

The man turned his head and glanced over at the two men. His eyes went from Chan to I.N. "Fresno, you've been pretty quiet tonight. What's up with that? You're always a chatterbox." 

I.N opened his mouth, but Chan cut him off. "He can't talk right now. I think I'm coming down with whatever he has. He woke up this morning without a voice." 

The man's face scrunched up in disgust. "Keep whatever germs you have over there. Stay away from me, you sickos." He shook his head, let out a sigh, and turned on the TV. 

Chan reached down to his waistband and began to slowly unbuckle his belt. The red-headed man grumbled beneath his breath and continued flipping through the channels. He finally stopped on Family Feud. 

Chan poked I.N in the ribcage with his elbow. When I.N met his eyes again, Chan gestured to the hall and spun his finger in a circle a few times. Getting the memo, I.N left the room and began to scope out the rest of the place. 

Chan began to tug his belt from the belt loops. The TV was loud enough that the man couldn't hear what Chan was doing. He let out a deep-belly laugh at something the game-show host said. Chan's eyes never left the back of the man's head. 

As he finished pulling off the belt, I.N came back and shook his head. Realizing that this meant they were alone, Chan began to sneak up on the unsuspecting guard. He slid his feet across the carpet instead of picking them up. He looped the edge of the belt through the buckle to create a loop. Behind him, I.N watched in silence. 

Before the man could realize what was happening, Chan looped the leather belt around his neck. He jerked one side and pushed the buckle down. The air flow from the man was cut off instantly. Chan jerked harder and the momentum caused the man to fall back into the couch. 

His fingers dug trying to pull the leather away, but Chan kept a tight grip. The belt seemed to stick to his skin and become one with it. A squeak came from the back of his throat. Chan's eyes narrowed down at the man. His legs fluttered and he jerked his body. 

"You're not going to win this, so just give up." Chan's voice came out in a low growl. 

A hand shot up from the man. He tried to move his body forward and Chan loosened his grip slightly. Right when the man pulled forward, he jerked the belt back again hard. The man flew back into the edge of the couch. A mix of honks and croaks came from him. He tried to jerk to the side, but Chan was too strong. 

When the man's body began to fall limp, Chan didn't let go. He kept the belt secured around his neck until he was sure he was dead. He let out a sigh and worked to remove the belt. The spot where the belt tugged had created a deep red mark all the way around his neck. He stepped away and began to loop the belt back around his waist. 

I.N's mouth dropped open, "what are you doing?" 

"I'm putting my belt back on?" Chan stated like it was obvious. 

"You just killed that man with it!" 

"And? I didn't wear this belt to kill him. I wore this belt because these jeans are a little loose" 

"B-but y-" 

"Do you want me to risk mooning my girlfriend?" 

"No...?" 

"Yeah, I thought so." 

Chan tightened the leather again and buckled it around his waist. He readjusted the pants slightly. The man slumped over the side of the couch dead. Not only did Chan's belt strangle him, but it also crushed his windpipe. 

"Alright, let's go find Kiera."