SOULMATE -KIMCHAY-

Chapter 1.

It's dark; the rain fell straight and silvery, like a punishment of steel rods. It clattered onto the man's face, and it dripped slowly down his cheeks. The thunder made some sounds like grand pianos falling downstairs, then settled to a softer, continuous rumble, which was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

A smile could be seen on his face while he admired a dead body in front of him. His smile is so pretty yet deadly, a wynorrific smile. And he looked proud of what he had done, like a boy who has done his homework and got praise from his mother.

He had blood all over his hands and his shirt. He was carrying a knife that shined with blood. There's a metallic and slightly sweet smell as the blood is exposed to the air. The man slowly raised the knife to his nose and smelled the knife; he liked it. The smell of blood is addictive. He then licked it. It tasted like candy—well, at least for him.

"That's enough for today; I'm sleepy." He smirked while kicking away the lifeless body. It's just like any other day; it's his routine.

He then slowly made his way back to his small cabin. The rain has stopped; it's just a small drizzle.

In his small cabin, there's a different kind of knife he has hanging on the wall, ready to use, like hunting an animal. But it was used on humans. He would go around at night, killing people he saw, especially naughty boys. He liked it; it was additive. He found it satisfying to hear their screams; he liked to hear them beg him; and he loved it when they were afraid of him.

Why suffer alone when you can make someone else suffer with you? Listening to their cries is like music to your ears. Blood is tasty, like candy. As red as the color of blood. It's beautiful, isn't it? Gosh, he loved it. Blood is so additive to him. He can't live without it.

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somewhere on the other side of Thailand...

"Porchay! Wake up; you are going to be late for school!" Porsche shouted at Chay to wake him up; it's 7:30am and his class starts at 8am. "Give me 5 more minutes, hia," Chay pleaded. He was still half asleep. "5 minutes, my ass; it's already 7:30. Wake up, sleepyhead. What time did you sleep last night? I told you not to play anymore games, didn't I?" Porsche shouted again.

"Shia, it's 7:30!" Chay panicked. He quickly got ready and went to school.

Upon arriving at his school, his best friend, Aaron Friendly, smacks his back. "Well, you are just on time!" he smiled at him. "Yeah, I guess my brother woke me up on time." Chay said it with a half-smile.

"Did you hear of Kim?" Aaron asked.

"Who is that?" Chay asked back.

"Kim, Kimhan, the killer," Aaron whispered.

"No?" Chay expressed an interest in knowing more.

"My parents told me that he is the most cruel killer; he just killed someone last night. There was a dead body discovered in the streets. His eyes were dug out, and one of his arms was cut off; he died of blood loss." Aaron explained.

"Interesting." Chay said. "I would like to meet him someday." Chay smiled to himself. Aaron looked at Chay and said, "Can you repeat it? I'm not sure if you heard yourself." Aaron said, taking a step back.

"I'm serious." Chay rolled his eyes.

"If I were you, I would not. I don't want to die." Aaron huffed.

"Whatever." Chay is rolling his eyes again.

"Alright, let's get back to our work." Aaron said, walking off.

After school, Chay went to work. He works part time to have some pocket money; he doesn't want to ask his hia for money. His brother has been struggling to pay the bills.

He works in a bar; his hia didn't know that his little precious brother was working in a bar; he won't allow it if he knows it.

During work, Chay can't help but remember what Aaron said. Kim, Kimhan the psychopath killer. He wonders how insane Kim is, is he as insane as Chay, or is he more insane than Chay? Chay is dying to know; he's dying to meet him. Chay must have prayed too hard.

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It is a dark and stormy night. Chay walks alone down a desolate street. The rain has been falling steadily all night and is only getting worse. Chay is soaked to the bone and needs to get out of the rain.

All of a sudden, a loud, sharp, piercing cry could be heard from afar. The unexpected sound sent an electrifying jolt through his body. Chay was in shock but soon calmed down. Chay went to check it out. There lay a young boy laying in his own blood, his eyes wide open, gasping for air, before he dropped dead, his eyes still wide open.

how fun.

There was a man standing there, holding a knife in his hands. A creepy smile spread across his face. Followed by a fit of maniacal laughter jolted through him. Surging with unconrollable, absurd laughter. Eruptions of crazed, intermittent laughs.

Its dark Chay couldn't see his face clearly; the man was wearing a blouse, revealing his tattoos. His neck has the tattoo 'SUNSHINE'. His hair was blue-grayish; it fell naturally down his cheek. Chay smiled. He loved it.

The man raised his head to look at Chay. He frowned. He doesn't like it when people disturb him when he's hunting. He didn't see any discomfort in Chay. Chay looked calm, too calm for his liking. He started to walk closer to Chay.

Chay could see his face clearly now. He looked devilishly attractive. His eyes were soft, brown, shiny, and impenetrable. His lush lashes fluttered over his luminous amber eyes. Chay can't help but think of the warm and inviting colors of a sandy beach when he looks into his brown eyes. Dark circles hung like weights under his exhausted hazel eyes. But somehow there were no emotions in it. His bushy brows furrowed. He has long, luscious, dark blue-grayish hair. His messy hair flowed in the wind as the wind blew on him. He is a little taller than Chay; he's slim, has broad shoulders, and looks muscular and strong.

Even a devil has an angel face...

TO BE CONTIUNED...

Hi guys, I hoped you like this chapter

(please ignore my mistakes)

see you in the next chap :)