Crimson Red Beautiful

ch0

𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈~

Bloody hands, hair wet with a mixture of sweat and rain, but mind, finally, calm after a loud day, there he stood hugging a cigarette between his lips, taking a deep breath in as the nicotine flowed into his veins, he could finally observe the masterpiece he just made now that his mind is calm again, taking in the details, the strong scent of blood and burnt cigarette hitting his nostrils making him a bit nauseous so he decided to take a few pictures and leave the scene,

Pete has been going for what he likes to call "little vents" for exactly 10 years and 5 months, and never, not once in those years has he been not even nearly caught, especially not on the scene, so when his eyes fell on the overly neat looking guy, he felt the time frozen around him, and his brain couldn't find a proper reaction to the situation, he never thought he would need a reaction so he never bothered to even imagine it, but now that it's happening, the only thing he could do is the one thing he knows best, kill.

If only it was that simple, which would've been in normal cases, but for some reason, his brain is failing to move his body to act, to attack, to kill like he always does effortlessly, and the man walking towards him with steady steps and not an ounce of fear or shock on his expression is just making it harder to react, the sight he just created is enough to send any normal person to a state of panic but instead this guy looks rather impressed and fascinated even, "it's even more interesting from this distance," he mumbled to himself, eyes fixated on the disfigured body displayed in front of him on the floor,

Pete was watching him getting closer but for some reason he couldn't sense any danger radiating from this guy, but he won't take any chances, because the lack, no, the complete absence of any reaction to the horrific scene is the biggest reason to feel intimidated, yet pete doesn't, he knows he should but, he doesn't, "who are you?" He finally managed to find his voice and ask, the guy looked at him with the most chill and calm gaze, "a fan," he said with what seemed like a friendly smile but pete knew better than to buy it,

The guy took a handkerchief out of his pocket and approached the figure lying on the floor. He picked up something from the remaining of what used to be a human body and wrapped it carefully in the handkerchief then placed it back in his pocket, pete was eyeing every move he made with an alerted brain, "I will borrow this if you don't mind, I don't think you will need anyway, you always leave them behind to traumatise the dumb police officers and civilians,"

"So you know me," "the whole city does," "but no one has ever found me... how," pete asked hoping to get an answer but he only got a smirk and "that's my secret hun," "fine, but can you at least tell me who you are?" He approached him with one hand out of his pocket, "I'm vegas, vegas Theerapanyakul," pete shook his hand, "I don't need to introduce myself I suppose," "but I don't know your name, I mean besides the pathetic nickname the civilians gave you of course, 'the silent death' huh, so boring," "you are right, it's pathetic, I'm still searching for the one who came up with it, but still, I don't need to introduce myself, I know you know my name," pete could already read the guy in front of him through the very brief interaction they had, vegas laughed slightly displaying an impressed expression, "that's true, pete Pongsakorn,"

Pete would be lying if he said that the look in vegas's eyes looked familiar for  even a bit. All his life he only received a few specific feelings from people's eyes, pure terror, utter disappointment, and disgusting pity, but the eyes staring at him now showed none of the above, in fact, he's not quite sure what they reflected, "how come you're not scared," pete asked partly zoned out, "well, let's just say that I've seen worse, or more like, done worse," pete raised his eyebrows which made vegas laugh slightly at him, "what do they call it? A serial killer? Yeah, I'm a serial killer too, like you!" Vegas said, walking around the scene and observing the details,

"But I've never heard of you," "That's the point, unlike you, I don't do it for attention," pete felt something inside of him snap and he got defensive, "I don't want attention," "oh cut the bullshit! We both know that you could leave this scene with not one blood drop if you wanted to, but you don't, you want it pete, you want the attention, the validation, but you never seem to get enough don't you? It's like a hole in your past that keeps getting bigger and bigger that it's getting harder to fill, was it mommy? Or daddy? Or both..."

vegas's words slipped through pete's deepest and darkest memories bringing them back to the present, he didn't want to hear more, so before he could register it his armed hand jumped on vegas's throat but instead the knife landed on the man's palm breaking its way to the back of his hand, but he didn't even blink an eye, "take your toy off my hand darling," he said in the most casual tone so pete withdrew his knife with a shocked yet still raging expression, vegas wrapped his hand with another handkerchiefs not showing a single reaction,

"just fuck off you psycho," pete said and turned around to leave, "it's ironic to hear it from you!" "Just what the fuck do you want!? Did you bring the police? Or am I your next victim?" "I don't associate myself with those dumb creatures unless it's work related, and I won't lie to you, I was tempted to stuff you and keep you to myself when I saw you for the first time," pete tried not to show any reaction but the confusion on his face was evident so vegas walked to him again with the same chill aura, "you were not an easy catch but, your work is too good to be ignored sweetheart, and like any other normal person, I wanted to see the artist behind the art so badly, so I did, I found you!" "When?" "2 months today, happy anniversary," he winked at him, "then why today? Why didn't you approach me sooner?" "Because pete, I wasn't really interested in you back then, but right now I...I,"  pete was getting frustrated, "You're what?" Vegas walked closer and whispered, "I'm in love with you,"

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Special for Yuni_c98

(To be continued)