Pain ran through pads of feet when each pound forward was taken to create a better rush, this was like a drug to someone alike her, it excited her. The adrenaline had begun to dull the pain from the rocks. Though it worsened when the rocks became sticks, the points hitting her feet and breaking under her skin, blood came from her heels, allowing a possible tracking method for the beast that chased her, perhaps beast was not the right word, for he was the prey. "Keep running, princess! I'll catch up soon." By the sound of his voice, he wasn't wrong, but there was a bit of an echo, so she had the perfect amount of time to keep running to her place.
One more mile, just one more and she'd be safe, in control, she needed this thrill. Biting her
lip, she pushed herself to run faster, the branches hit her legs, arms, face, she would be covered in her own blood by the end of the night. The pounding in her chest seemed to slow when she saw the house, lights off, door locked, she ran onto the porch, skidding with her foot hitting the door, ass on the wood, she quickly found the spare key, unlocking the door and running around in the house, not needing a light to find her way through the house. Slamming the door of her room open, stripping from her clothing, she laughed out when she heard a 'shit' from the front of the house, he was close, and could find her if he turned the lights on, but what was she holding?
Wire cutters, a hammer, and a key, silently she made her way to the breaker box, noticing the living room light on, she tried her hardest not to laugh as she cut the wires, the light cutting out and causing her victim to fall over a lamp stand, hitting the ground. A deep breath was taken in, walking slowly to the room where he laid, disorientated, and lighting struck, showing her darkened face from the sweet innocent look it had when they'd first bumped into each other thanks to an online dating site.
Biting her lip, she dropped the key, and wire cutters, lifting the
hammer before bringing it down onto his head, crushing his skull and causing blood to go everywhere. When she had fixed the lights, she noticed the hammer had gone through his head, the nail remover part sticking out of his eye, giggling at the sight. "This should last me
awhile." Bending over, she took the hand of her victim, starting to drag him out of the living room, opening the door to her basement and tossing him down the stairs, she would take care of the rest later, she needed to clean up and get bandages for her wounds. Sighing softly, she started to change, washing off her legs so that her wounds were covered when she went to the store.
Breathing out the fresh air, right after a kill; it felt perfect. She felt perfect. Brushing her hair away from her face, she started out the door, slipping on her shoes, keys in her jacket pockets, pulling them out she stepped toward her vehicle, breathing out against the wind as it twirled dark tresses around. She would be using bleach to dye her hair tonight, no more midnight black. Maybe contacts would be useful as well, it'd be better than getting caught with toffee toned hues. After getting into the car she was on her way to the store to get the dye, bandages and contacts. Sighing softly, she kept driving in silence, deciding that the peace was a nice for a change. No screaming, begs for mercy, pants of desperation. "I'm hungry." Maybe she should have stayed home and cooked something before leaving, because she would be gone for a few hours with nothing much to eat, maybe fries would hold her over.
Whining, she turned into a Jack'n'The Box, going to the drive-thru and ordering two large curly fries, a shake and ranch, then driving to the window, paying, taking her food and going off on her way. Making her way to Wal-Mart, she got out of the car, brushing a hand through dark locks, the fluent Korean woman looked around for a moment before walking along, hands beginning to shake while she ate her food.
Fries passed bruised lips when she ate them it hurt, but she just
ignored the pain, wanting to get food in her system so that she could have at least some sustenance before hours of work to make her favorite food. Speaking quietly in Korean, she made her way to the
medicine area, looking for pain pills and bandages. Limping,
whimpering, eating and groaning.
"E-Excuse me, miss?" Came a voice from behind her, when she turned around, looking through swollen eyes, a soft mumble came from her, she raised a hand up, looking at him, narrowing her eyes which didn't help her sight at all. "Yes?" Her reply was simple, quiet, voice rough from screaming and laughing through the night. "Could you tell me where I am? I got lost from my friends." His voice sounded familiar to her, like she'd heard it a thousand times before. "Wal-Mart, it's a store, excuse me, but is your name Taehyung?" A small noise came from in front of her, and then fingertips touched her cheek before they moved down around her neck. The aura around the two completely changed.
"Noona." He slowly walked her to be pressed against a shelf, a whimper leaving her lips, oh how she missed her best friend. The one who turned her into this, this mess. "I've needed you for so long." Whispered the man, while the female tried to breathe, she failed to pull in air because of the strong hand over her throat, cutting off her airway. How would she survive this encounter with her old friend? Easy, she'd give him a reason to leave her alone. Raising a weak hand that still held her curly fries, taking one and shoving it into his mouth in an attempt to get away from him.
It had worked, so she started to eat her fries, looking down at her watch she then spoke when she caught her breath. "Joonie's birthday is today, isn't it?" No answer, he was eating the fry, but when he was done, he reached over, taking more and nodding, tugging her close, his greasy lips touching hers. "Yeah." When she had gotten out of his grip, she grabbed all the things she needed to get better, but when she grabbed the hair dye, her hand was smacked.
Turning her head, she stared at the man, biting her lip and reaching to pick up the dye she dropped. Only to be pulled back by his hand on her bicep, looking at him, he was glaring. "No. I like your hair dark, don't change it or I'll kill you." Not bothering to argue with him, she went along with it, allowing him to control her decision, which was quite weird to her, she hadn't done this in quite sometime. Obeying. It felt nice though, to not have to worry about her deciding anymore.
"Taehyung. Did you ever miss me?" Whispered the female, only to be replied with silence, her eyes were forward, so she couldn't have seen the way his face contorted in pain. How could she ask him something like that? Every morning without her was as though the sun had not risen to wake him. Anger ran through his veins, he loved her with everything he could. And yet, how? So.. confused, he reached, taking her hand instead of arm, gently placing his fingers into the spaces between her's, where they fit perfectly.
"Sometimes."
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FanfictionHonestly, it should have been obvious by the look in her eyes, the smile she gave as though innocent. Deceiving people is what she was best at, how could she not, the fun she has. And Taehyung, who had turned her into this is all too excited to see...
