Between Law and Love

Part 1

hehe this is just a shitpost I write on the side but i never actually publish it so I'm kind of doing this for fun and a few friends wanted to read this. It's a pretty long story so I'm going to be posting this in parts, if you like it, yay. If you don't, uhm idk sad. Enjoy :0

The contents of this story are completely fiction and did not occur in real life. The characters are not real people nor are they based on real people. Names are completely common and were chosen randomly. If the contents of this novel in any way, shape, or form relate to a real life mishap or living people it is completely a coincidence. Viewer discretion advised.

     Fresh red blood, it glistened in the now rising sun. The morning dew sat damp and reflected against the grey sky above. He clutched his knife as he panted heavily. Slowly, the adrenaline left his body . Choi Hyeongjun, a serial killer. He goes out at night and doesn't stop until the sun begins to rise.

     He drops his knife right next to the lifeless body. After burning the pair of gloves he had on he left quickly. There was no way he could risk getting caught. Even if he leaves so much at the scene of the crime it's still too little for the cops to find out who he could be.

     Hyeongjun was a famous serial killer. He has been for quite some time already. People named him the 'striker'. It was accurate since he could strike at any moment. It's been impossible to track him down. No one knew his face, name, voice, body. It was all unclear to the public.

     "Esse. Light. Just one," he orders.

     "Aren't you too young to be smoking?" the cashier asks him. However she still does ring him up.

      "I'm 27," he grins and laughs it off.

     "2800 won," she hands him the pack. "Would you like some wipes for your shirt?"

     "Uhm," without even noticing a big red stain could be seen on his jacket. "Acrylic paint doesn't come out so easily. Do you have bleach?"

     "Jeez kid, how are you still so calm? It looks like a nice jumper."

     "Bleach?" he asks once more, annoyed he didn't get an answer the first time.

     "Just back there," she gulps, feeling the tension between them change.

     He nods and makes his way to the back of the shop grabbing the bottle of bleach. At this point he might have to get rid of the jumper completely. He was relieved that no one else was in the shop at the moment. The cashier wasn't that bright, she didn't have the brains to figure out it was really blood.

     "This too," he puts the gallon on the counter as well as a lolly.

     "Hey! Don't talk nonsense. I just need a first aid kit," he rolled his eyes, annoyed at the cashier.

      "Of course!" she reached under the counter. "Here. It's on the house!"

     "Thanks," he left the store and went back to the bathroom. His jumper was still soaking in the bleachy water when he returned.

      Everything where he had left it. Yet he knew someone had been in here. Brushing it off he fixed himself up. The damp jacket added to his trashy looks. The stain on his jumper seemed to fade but left a nasty mark. He couldn't do much with his shirt though.

       It was still dawn so who would even see? He left the bathroom and walked into a nearby alleyway. He stood there lighting a cigarette. The smell of fresh air combined with the smoke was a calming scent. It was dark and empty, just how he liked it. Then out of nowhere, someone walked in.