☆ Painting portraits of his obsession with the blood of his victims was his Deadly Infatuation ☆
"How dare he? How can he let someone other than Kim ever touch him? Does he not know? Is he not aware of who he belongs to? That his whole body belongs...
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The stinging smell of cadavers hits his nose the moment Chay steps out of the elevator in the basement of his academy. Biting into his sandwich, he walks into the morgue and greets Flower.
"Hi, there."
Flower turns to him and makes a gagging noise, "eww... how the hell can you eat in here?"
"Like this," Chay says and takes a big yummy bite of his sandwich again.
"You disgust me," Flower grimaces.
"Thanks," Chay grins. "So, what do we have here?" He asks, taking another bite and walking around the corpse, leaning down to look at it closer.
"Can you even be here?" Flower asks.
"Sure, I can," Chay says, but his mind is wandering towards the dead body in front of him more. "I met doctor Chang upstairs. She said it's no problem. So, the cause of this guy's death?"
"Oh... umm... heart attack, but there were some suspicious circumstances, so they—"
"Oh, I bet they were!" Chay exclaims, touching the nape of the dead mean, "heart attack maybe, but not natural. Come, come here... look!"
Chay waves Flower over and points at the tiny barely visible hole at the back of the neck. "Looks like someone killed our dear friend here." Chay takes another bite of his sandwich.
"Fuck that!" Flower groans and throws her hands in the air. "This is not fair! I've been here since morning and found nothing, while you came here to... have lunch, and you found it like it's the easiest thing ever!" Flower pouts and presses her head to Chay's shoulder. "I'm so dumb, aren't I?"
"You aren't dumb. You are simply new at this. You just need some practice," Chay pushes Flower away and focuses back at the cadaver. Yes, practice... that's what usually people need with stuff like this, but Chay has never needed that. His grotesque urges, the pull he has towards killing and death, it has always been enough for him to see things others don't... to be hungry for things others don't.
"Chay... Chay!"
"Umm, yeah?" Chay snaps his head towards Flower.
"Your phone," Flower says with a duh kind of tone, "your phone is... ringing."
The sounds around Chay slowly come back to him: the AC humming in the background, Nirvana's Lithium blasting from the radio, and his phone... ringing in his back pocket.
He reaches for it absentmindedly, frowning when he sees a number he doesn't recognise. Can it be?
"Gotta take it, talk to you later."
Chay runs out of the morgue, answering the phone in a cold and dark corridor. The light at the end of the corridor is ominously flickering like a cliché part of a horror movie. Chay leans against the wall, takes a deep breath and says, "Kim?"
