Monster ― EXO

― Monsters Are : 1

Being targeted, having a price tag on your head. That's never on someone's bucket list but the story wasn't the same for him – as he said – that's the fated life of his. The manhunt was never going to end if he is still to be breathing. It was and still is a mystery on why someone would want to annihilate his whole family.

If his family were to still be alive, they would have probably sat down together watching movies and eating snacks to end the year filled with family love. But all he was watching is the gloomy skies that filled his view. Sighing as he stood up, he tried his best to still stay in the shadows, fearing if he took a wrong step, he'll join his family soon after.

Not that he didn't want to just let his soul part away from his body, but if he were to be selfish and think only of his constantly yearning, aching heart for his family, the bloodline ends with him. The dark, eerie night never bothered him. The monsters that used to be the bedtime stories to keep him from sleeping late was already less threatening as the threat of knowing you'll die at any moment.

He tries his best to not let his breaking heart lead him to the graves of his family because he knows all too well that there were eyes waiting patiently for him to come out so it would be easier for them to end his life. And also to torture the dead, maybe roaming souls of his family seeing how he was killed, pathetically in front of their grave.

Covering his eyes with his palms, he pressed against his eyes hard, trying to not let tears come out. Letting out a devastated sigh, his breathe became heavier as the urge to let his tears flow became stronger. But knowing that if he doesn't fight his own emotions he can never come to the time to face the more challenging part of his plan.

Rubbing his eyes with force, he soon placed his hands in the pockets of his long coat, being sure the pistol, silencer, and the few fully loaded magazines were still there. Walking in the dark as he carefully scanned the streets, making sure his steps were unnoticeable, he made his way to the outskirts of the small – used to be loving – neighbourhood.

The task of having to sneak into the mansion wasn't difficult seeing how he grew up there. It did bump him out that he had to come in through the 'secret passageways', instead of just barging in through the front door. But if he would want to be brave and dramatic, his head will be bursting into pieces before he could say hi.

Making his way swiftly towards the reading room, he was sure the person he's looking for would be there. How could he know? Well, he knew the person – or so he thought – but he didn't know the reason on why that person had to spill the blood of his whole family. And he was sure he'll get the million dollar answer soon. That is, if he doesn't die first and has his soul still oblivious of the cause of the deaths he had to see, including his own.

Pulling out the pistol and silencer out of his pockets, he aimed it straight for the heart of the guard standing in front of the reading room. Pulling the trigger, the bullet soar straight through his heart, making him drop to the ground in a matter of seconds. Noticing how the guard fell to the ground, a passing comrade ran towards the dead body and he was too had a bullet through his heart.

Stepping over the two bodies, he pushed open the door revealing the person he once looked up. Looking straight into his eyes with disgust, it disgusted him more to see his ex-girlfriend barely without any proper clothing, pushing herself towards the man.

"Well, you're that perverted to not kill her," he said as he locked the door.

"They can still open the door with force," the man chucked as he looked to the boy he loved dearly before. After all, he was his godfather.

"I'll just forcefully end their agony of being under your control. It's just that simple."

"Don't you dare touch daddy," the girl suddenly spoke as she hugged the man from behind the chair he was sitting in. Moving her hands all over the man's body, she wanted to make him jealous but his urge to throw up just increased by the factor of a thousand. He could only mentally shake his head to the fact that he was once in love with someone as low as her.

Tired of the cheap loathsome show she was putting, he quickly pulled out his pistol and shot her in the head. Blood splattered onto the man and he smudged away the blood on his cheeks. Looking into his eyes emotionless after looking at the blood stain on his fingers, the man licked his fingers and burst into laughter.

"She was my favourite after trying out a number of them. She just somehow fits me nicely," the man said with hand gestures trying to retell the story of their intimacy.

"I'm not hear another one of your stories. Let's just keep the happy memories of you tucking me in bed and telling me bedtime stories to the afterlife, and talk about that over tea in hell."

"Sadly, you're the only one going to hell. I'm clean, I have not sinned. You on the other hand, killed an innocent girl in front of a traumatized man who is still in the period of grieving over the loss of the whole family of a close friend."

"Whole family? It really does seem like you're going to kill me soon enough."

The two exchanged gazes and the room was filled with silence. Taking in a few heaving breaths, he took a chair and placed it in front of the man. Leaning in towards the man, he gazed into the man's eyes without emotion. Forcing out a short laugh, he pushed himself into the chair and placed his hands in his pockets.

"You wanted to know why, don't you? I guess I really should tell you before you die. So that your soul would be at peace. But you can just come back as a ghost and ask me the same."

"Just cut to the chase. I don't have much time and I am not really feeling the need to give you any mercy by sparing you anymore time to still be breathing."

"Power and jealousy," the man said nonchalantly.

"You're shitting me. Putting an end to the lives of my family was just because of that? My little sister did nothing wrong, she was just 5 years old for fucken sakes."

"You know, for years my family treated you with endless love and care. But this is really how you're going to repay us?"

"You all were the one who needed to repay me. I sacrificed a lot for you and your whole family. I was supposed to be the one on top!" He threw the wine glasses on the table beside the sofa he was on.

"You're crazy old man. You're just being unreasonable. Oh god, what is this shit even?"

"You're going to be crazier to kill a mentally unstable man. After all, I am not in the right state. You should have helped and not put a bullet through me because you're stressed that I'm not answering your question."

The man started to make faces and mock him. He ran his hand in his hair and let out a scream. Aiming the pistol into a random direction, he pulled the trigger a few times out of anger. His action only caused the man to laugh with a hearty laugh.

"Oh shit. I rather go to hell knowing nothing rather than seeing your face and talking to a maniac like you. Goodbye my godfather. It was nice to have called you my 'family'. Now, kindly join the others. Tell them I said hi and they can torture you there. I'll follow suit, probably after I get rid of the ridiculous shit you've done to the house."

Raising his hand towards the man, he pulled the trigger until he ran out of bullets. The bleeding man had slumped into the sofa and as much as it will never hurt him anymore – seeing that he was already dead – the boy took the body and threw it into the ground where the shattered wine glasses were.

Still being aggravated, he stomped out of the room while reloading his pistol with a new fully loaded magazine and began to shoot anyone he saw. After walking around the corridors of the mansion and shooting people until he was down with his last magazine, he stopped in front of a familiar door.

Pushing the handle down, he stepped inside and the familiar scent greeted his senses warmly. Taking off his coat, he walked towards the bed that looked as if it had been months since it was last cleaned, seeing how dusty it was. Dropping his body onto the bed, he looked at the ceiling. Carelessly, he shot the sprinkler and the mansion began to let out the obnoxious fire alarm.

Soaking wet from the water falling down from the sprinkler, he began singing while looking around like a lost kid. Suddenly laughing in the middle of his singing, he laughed so hard that he fell off the bed. Letting out a sigh, he looked at the pistol in hand and pouted.

"Well Yixing, it's whether you're mad or you're living in a mad world. And just what will you feel if you just pull the trigger towards yourself? I guess it would be mad, don't you think?"