He's a killer.

Chapter four; Save me.

Kyungsoo woke up rather unpleasantly, the sound of screeching filled his ears. It was cold. The small, dim-lit room reaked of an iron smell, the smell of blood. Kyungsoo never thought his heart could beat so fast, he knew this wasn't some kind of joke. Kyungsoo tried to stand up from his sitting position in the corner, but fear paralyzed him once he saw different instruments layed out on a metal table. Not the kind of instruments you play to make music, and beautiful melodies, but the kind of instruments used to dissect something. Something rather large, like a human. He would've screamed for help, but he wasn't able to. A long, thick peice of duck tape covered his rather small mouth. This can't be happening. He was supposed to grow up, get his art degree, become part of the FBI, fall in love and get married, even start a family. He never expected such a thing to happen. Maybe it was his dad, playing a cruel prank, maybe trying to tuffen him up. But he then thought about it, and his dad wouldn't be that smart. His friends weren't capable of doing such a thing. This was all real. Everything he had hoped for, his future, his dreams, they would all die, just like him.

He felt the tears roll down his cheek, uncontrollably. Kyungsoo was a whimp, he now admitted it, but he considered himself quite strong, he had to be strong, but he's never felt weaker in his life. He's never felt more useless and defenseless, he wasn't even able to put up a fight, no matter what happened next. He apoplogized silently to his father, hoping he wouldn't be mad for him for giving up, for not fighting, for not proving he's as strong as he came across. His thoughts were interupted by the sound of a screeching door. His attention rose and his eyes met a mans gaze. He was charming, but slightly older. His face was familiar, but the name couldn't come to mind, but he's seen him before. The man laughed while looking at the small defenseless boy, it almost made him feel bad, but it wouldn't stop him from ripping his insides out.

"I saw you walking home, and I knew I had to have you, even though that wasn't the deal."

Kyungsoo was unable to react. His heart was in his throat, if there wasn't something blocking his mouth, he would've thrown up. What Kyungsoo didn't know was that the man didn't mean have him as in 'rape,' he meant he needed to see his flesh stained crimson red, the beautiful colour of roses. The man grabbed a knife from the table and knelt beside the young boy. The knife grazed his cheek, down to his neck, and the little exposed part of his milky chest. The man's throat hitched when he let the knife penetrate the skin, a small cut, but deep enough to bleed. The man got up and left the room before he could do anything else. He would save Kyungsoo, maybe for a rainy day, when he was bored and ran out of options. To him, Kyungsoo was a treasure, he would keep him alive as long as his needs allowed him to.

Kyungsoo was left in the corner, alone in the cold, dim-lit room once again. He sobbed and whimpered at the pain, but it was muffled by the tape blocking his mouth. He then knew what it felt like be scared, to truely understand what it meant to know he would die.

Jongin has been watching this man for months, he needs to get to know his pray. Know their routine, every single detail about their life, what time they wake up, what they eat throughout the day, he needed to know exactly who they spoke to, what websites they visited, even the schedual of their family, he needed to know before killing them. He knew almost every single deatil about this man. He would wake up at 6:00am sharp, spend approximately a half hour grouming and getting dressed, he would eat the lovely breakfast his wife prepared for him and spend time with his children before leaving. He would leave at 8:00 and make his way to the office. He previously worked with Kyungsoo's father before he retired last year as an FBI agent, he was a profiler, he could know everything about a killer just by the way he kills, disposes of the body and how many times they kill per week, maybe from clues they leave behind, or messages. He was good at his job, considering he himself killed as a second job. Although he didn't need to get payed, killing was his payment, to see people suffer, and beg for their lives. He would leave work at 6:30 and go somewhere else, somewhere that wasn't home. He owned storage lockers, thousands and thousands of lockers where people used to store their things, but it went out of buisness a while ago, once his father died. His father co-owend the buisness, and once he was gone, it was hard to manage. He decided to use the lockers to store people. Innocent people, he would keep them there as long as possible before killing them violently. Jongin would've disposed of this man long ago, but he needed to be sure this man deserved it. And he did deserve it, the minute he took Kyungsoo. But Jongin needed to strategize, he couldn't walk up to him on the spot and kill him, this man had people everywhere, making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be, and make sure the place was secure. This man was brilliant, he was able to pursuad so many people into doing what he wants them too. Jongin couldn't bare the fact Kyungsoo was in there, but he didn't know why. He just saw himself in Kyungsoo, he saw the younger Jongin in him, before his life shattered before his eyes, he had to make sure Kyungsoo was safe, he can't fail the last person he had on his life, the person he was able to protect.

Jongin is unable to feel anything, psychopaths can't feel anything. Everything in their bodies are numb, they can't love, they can't have fun, they don't dream because everything they had once dreampt about has died like the person inside them, but he can't let that happen to him again, he can't let the innocent boy go through something like that. Even though he can't feel, it doesn't mean he isn't human, there's still a part of him that knows the world can be a good place, and he beleives Kyungsoo can prove that. It's up to Kyungsoo to make him beleive that not everything is bad, that there is still kindness that exsists, that one person really can change the world. That the only way to happiness isn't killing.

Kyungsoo was left alone for hours in that room, hearing pleads of the innocent every once and a while, knowing with each passing hour, another young boy lost his life. He needed to know how he recognised that man, why he was so familiar, why his voice sent shivers up his spine. But he was clueless, his mind was clouded by fear and made it impossible to think straight. 'Jongin, please.' he heard himself begging silently, he didn't know why, but he felt the only person who could save him was Jongin, a boy his age whom he barely knew, a boy who merely stocked him for a couple days, making sure he was okay. He never thought he'd wish for someone so badly, someone who he watched kill, someone who was quiet, and strange, someone who was heartless. By now he realized Jongin wasn't normal, he wasn't able to think properly, and that he wasn't the innocent boy everyone says he is, but there was something about him that screamed 'Help!' Maybe his emotionless face, his empty laugh, or his cold eyes, but there was something about him that needed to be fixed, something Kyungsoo was willing to repair, because he had hope. Something that rarely exists, but It's something that was needed at moments like these. Kyungsoo squirmed, banged his head against the wall, hoping he could put himself to sleep so his mind wouldn't race, so he wouldn't put ideas in his head, ideas of someone coming to save him, something that was unlikely to ever happen.

Jongin knew something was wrong, the man was staying later than usual, which is the first time that's happened since he's started following him two months ago. It's been hard with school, but he managed. But he found it strange, organized criminals such as himself never fall out of place, they have a pattern, a schedule they stick to so they seem normal, and Jongin knew himself only one thing could throw you off track. A distraction.

Kyungsoo.