Book 2 in the Supernatural Series
The Sanctuary is not as safe as it seems;
Its all leading to the world hidden in a building that masters in making killers. Blood will be spilt... of course it will. In a world like theirs, of course it will be spil...
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??? 1: Why did you do it?
??? 2: Is the reason that important?
??? 1: There's always a purpose somewhere... so... why did you do it? Why did you kill them?
??? 2: Because... Because he liked her.
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The groans were haunting and neverending like the guilt that weighed in Haechan's self. He tried covering his ear with his pillow to fall asleep but it didn't work at all. He just couldn't sleep with Mark tossing and turning all night, a sound of pain following every movement.
He got up and head to his metal trunk, lifting the lid open to see a few of his stuff, some stolen, some given, strangled in a pile. He dug through it for a while before pulling out a cream tube and minimal amounts of bandages.
He knew it wouldn't be enough, but it would be something.
He stood up and fixed his pillow and covered it with a blanket to look like him. Then Haechan peeked out of the small grilled window of his door, to see the silhouette of a guard walk closer. With a sharp breath he moved and hid in the darkness of his room.
Haechan's breaths were heavy which only irritated him because it could make enough notice for the guard. But he was lucky because he walked right past. Haechan let out a sigh before grabbing the heandle to his door, nervous sweat brekaing on his forehead.
This was stupid. Too risky. But his feelings were worse. After counting a good few minutes he determined that the way was clear, urging him to leave. In a swift movement he walked into Mark's room, carefully handling the metal doors.
Mark: Haechan?
His voice groaned out and Haechan turned to the side his bed was at. He couldn't see well, but he trusted his instincts before walking closer, stopping when the bed caused a stingy pain on his knee.
His teeth dug into his teeth, stopping him from making a noise as he dropped to his knees.
Mark: Is it you?
Haechan: Can you shut up?
He shushed the other in a whisper before placing the bandages next to Mark's limp body.
Haechan: Bite onto something. Just don't make noise.
Mark: O-okay...
He whispered back before Haechan felt some movement. He unscrewed the lid and let out cream onto his fingers. His skin tingled at the feeling as he rolled up Mark's pants.
Mark hissed but quitely enough.
Haechan tended to the whimpering boy, the two completely freezing whenever they heard the heavy boots of the guards.
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