KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 1

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"...he was found lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor of his apartment bedroom at 11:20 this morning. His room was in a perfect condition with no signs of hassle or unkemptness. Presently, police believes that nothing had been stolen from the room and that the culprit perhaps had a different motive. Further investigations..."

With one press on the remote button, the television was switched off and all that lay in front of their vision on the screen was darkness. The heat of excitement and the low rumble of murmur that was ignited in the room soon incinerated and completely died down as a heavy, gruff voice sent chills cascading down their spines.

"Bed."

Without daring to make any further noises or words of protests, the boys got up from the floor and made their way towards the dormitory in complete silence. Footsteps followed one another, and besides the shuffling of feet and creaking of the old staircase boards, no other sounds were audible. The boys went up the winding staircases to their bedrooms, under the strict invigilation of the dean, and once all were stuffed into the enclosed space, the main door was shut, closed and locked, from the outside.

It was 10 minutes to 11 by the clock.

Night.

The boys quickly slipped into their pyjamas and went to their beds. They dusted their sheets and covers as best as possible and soon tucked themselves into the available comfort. It would be a lie to say that the beds were comfortable. No. Just a plank of wood with a thin sheet wrapped around it, a worm eaten pillow and a thin cover in the name of a blanket. Nah! Not much. But to the boys who were raised up in such an environment, this to them was like a feeling straight from heaven.

And what more would you expect from an orphanage?

The boys were too tired to speak or discuss about whatever they had seen or heard throughout the day. Some of them had even fallen asleep as soon as they hit the sheet. A few were still up, whispering amongst themselves. They couldn't speak loud, lest the dean comes to check if they were awake. They could be severely punished for such an offense.

"Do you think it's all true?" One boy spoke.

"You mean the murder?"

"Not only the murder, but all about this situation? Like you know...The Masked Man?"

"Ssshhhh..." Another boy quickly clasped his hand over the boy's mouth, "Don't take his name at night. You know what he's capable of, don't you? What if he hears us? What if he comes and-"

"Ugh idiot," the other boy scoffed, "What are you, huh? A two year old? This isn't a folklore, guys. This dude really exists. People have seen him. All black and a weird mask. And he's been doing all these murders-"

"Then why can't the police catch him?"

"He's really skilled, you know," the boy replied, scratching his head, "People say he just kills and disappears. Like literally vanishes. There's no sign of him, nothing. No evidence, no nothing. What folks have only seen is his masked appearance. Some say he's not even a human-"

"Eyy stop that stop that," a boy squeaked, his face almost buried in the sheets, "All ghostly talks at night huh. What's wrong with you boys, huh? Talk in the morning. S-Sleep n-now. Wh-What i-if th-that comes h-here-"

"Ugh for the last time my tiny little earthling, he's a human," the boy grumbled, "Uh Uh! Let's go. Let's go sleep. C'mon. We'll talk in the morning, 'kay boys? Good Night."

"Good Night!"

"Good Night!"

2:20 a.m

Silence.

It was quiet. Sombre silence and darkness of the night had enveloped the region. No sound. Everybody was asleep, lost in their lands of dreams, woven with the fantasies of their own. Not a soul was awake. Not a thing dared to break the magic of the night, the majestic tranquility and hollow shadows. It was quiet, all over.

A pair of eyes opened. Slowly, the figure turned his head to his left, and then to his right, to check if anybody was awake. No! No one.

The figure rose. He slowly put his covers away and gingerly placed his feet on the ground and even more carefully, stood up. No sound. The figure looked again in the blurred darkness to see if his actions had disturbed anyone's sleep.

No! No one.

Relieved, he slowly approached the desk beside his bed to grab a pair of glasses. Very gingerly, not a pin drop sound should be audible. Finally, after getting hold of them, he wasted no time on putting them on. Now, he could clearly see everything around him.

The lad smiled, as he walked closer to the window. The glass panes were transparent, once upon a time. Years of negligence and no proper cleaning had turned it almost translucent, and had caused thick layers of dust to accumulate on it. But this boy didn't complain. All he wanted to see was the very little bit if outside world he could grasp in his view.

He stared outside the window and sighed. There was no one, definitely. Only darkness, gloom and a vast valley of loneliness and an eerie silence.

The boy was pale and frail. Lack of good nourishment and proper care had made his ribs so easily countable. His face had somehow managed to maintain the childish demeanor of his early days, even if it wasn't nurtured at all. His dark hair were all unkempt. His eyes were dark, but alas! without any spark. His entire body, in a nutshell, was like a thin stretch of muscle stretched against a few skeletal bones, like the beaten membrane over a drum. Thanks to his patience and his self determination to strive, that he was soon going to celebrate, no not celebrate, but somehow pass his sixteenth birthday in the orphanage.

The boy's eyes looked tired and lonely, as if someone had stolen and fled with the sparkle that those eyes once held. His eyes looked like as if they were in search of something, of someone, in the cold dark valley of darkness in front of him, in the middle of the night. A bit of anticipation, a sorrow of expecting someone sparked on his face, as if he was waiting, and waiting for that person, every day, every night, by the window.

But alas! There was no one.

In his unconscious mind, the lad's hand clasped the chain around his neck. His fingers fumbled on the small heart shaped locket hanging from the chain. It was nothing, just a cheap metal, of almost no value. But to him, it was valuable, more than a thousand diamond or a ten thousand rubies.

Where is he? How is he? Does he remember me? Does he think of me? Are his days restless because of my thoughts? Are his nights sleepless because of me? Does he long for me? Does he...love me?

The boy sighed and smiled at his own foolishness as he stopped fidgeting with his chain.

He smiled at the darkness in front of him, as if he was speaking to him.

"If you did, you would come back," he whispered.

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First chapter yeah!
Thoughts fellas?