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Victim 1

The male sauntered along the empty streets. Pacing slowly, his eyes traced along the grey footpath which was shrouded with scrawny grass. His incessant clicking of his fire-lighter that was dangling from his fingers kept him occupied. Yet, not enough to make him interested. He reached for his back, grasped the thin fabric and hurled it over his hair. The sun blazed down him. He despised it.

Just like how he despised everything else. Chucking the fire-lighter down, he kicked it away, leaving the grass ablaze. His eyes widened hysterically at the sight as his mouth opened wide to grin. He stared at the remaining soot in awe.

"Hey you!"

The male turned his head at the figure in front of him. A teenage boy.

The two figures sat against a wall. The tunnel was dark. The teenager had invited the male to sit with him. The male pondered for a second. It was better than being alone. His nails scratched at the ground below him as the teenage boy sat in silence.

"So what are you doing here?" The teenager stated.

"..."

"Are you here alone?"

"Yes."

"Why were you burning that grass?"

"... Is there a reason not to?"

"There's no reason in particular..."

"So why not?"

"You're weird."

"..."

The silence came again.

"For fun." The male spoke up.

The teenager furrowed his eyebrows. 

"What do you mean?" The teenager asked.

"Killing things are fun."

"Really?"

"You've never tried it."

"I would love to."

The male stopped. He had founded something worth listening to.

"Why?"

"To tell you the truth, I ran away from home." The teenager lowered his head. 

"That's... sad"

The male looked for the right word.

"Ran away from my mother and father. "

"They weren't treating you... nicely?"

The male paused occasionally, looking for the right words to show a sign of...sympathy.

"They're abusive." The teenager hesitated.

"Oh." That was the only response that came out.

Everything was silent again. But the male had found interest.

"So you...ran away?"

The teenager nodded slightly.

"Hm..."

"I just...can't take it anymore..."

The male grinned. Perhaps he had found something to occupy him with.

"What's it like to die?" The teenager stated.

"Pain...I suppose..." The male held a tone of interest. "Do you want to die?"

The teenager nodded.

Slowly, the male reached for his pocket.

"What about you? You can't be wandering around here unless you had a reason?"

The male paused.

"Bored."

"Really? What about your parents? Are they nice?"

"...no."

"No?"

"It was dark..."

The male said nothing. He was thinking. It was dark. But not utterly dark. There was red too. Hints of red in some spots.

"You really are weird."

The male shrugged.

"Anyway...about this ... death matter."

"I would like to die... but I'm afraid."

"Afraid?" The male was puzzled. "You said you wanted to die..."

"I do... but that's just my emotions. I should think about it."

"..."

"There are more options other than death. Perhaps one day my parents will realize." The teenager forced a smile. 

"They won't."

"Huh?"

"They never do. They leave you there. In misery." 

"That's a bit over the top." The teenager laughed a bit.

"You want to die. So go and die. It's fast. Trust me."

The male reached for his pocket again, grabbing out a mechanism. His eyes widened in madness as the boy shuffled back in fear.

Slowly, the male flicked the object in his hand as the boy gasped. A wild grin appeared, tugging on the end of the male's lips.

"Now come... it's fast. Trust me."

The sound of a blade cut through the silence. A familiar tint of red stained the ground. The tunnel was dark. But not utterly dark.

There was red too. Hints of red in some spots.

A high- pitched laugh echoed throughout.

The constant tapping of the blade on the walls kept him occupied. Yet, not enough to make him satisfied.