"Him" (killing stalking fanfic)

Ten

"I'm going out bum. I'll be back at 9." He kisses me on the forehead, I nod and kiss him back.

"Be careful." I close the door.

"Huff..." Now.

To Get Rid Of The Corpse.

I go down to the basement and see the corpse.

She's dead now.

Her eyes are blank and she's cold. Well..she's dead, normal stuff.

I take the circular saw from the wooden table and activate it. The saw runs through the body swiftly, it cuts through her and blood splashes at me.

Tch. She's dead and I still have to deal with her.

If you didn't come here..

You would have a much more pleasant life..

Not like me though..

I live for Sangwoo.

He is why I live.

Without him..

I'm nothing..

I have no one.

But him.

As I deal with the corpse I had flashback..of my father.

My father..was a nice man.

Unlike me, he was quite handsome. He was caring for me. I loved him.

Until that one night, he was found dead in a river. At that time, I didn't know what happened..I was too young..but I still remember..

That face my mother made..

She was..

Smiling.

~.~

"Sangwoo." She called for me, I sipped my coffee, I look up at her.

"Hey." I put down my cellphone and she comes forward to me.

I can smell her perfume.

Gross.

Let's get this over with.

"So where are we going today?" She clings onto my arm, I fake a smile.

In reality, I hate her.

I don't want her to touch me.

But I have no choice, or else I'd have no chance of succeeding this plan.

"Mall. I'll drive us there, come on." I politely answer her, she seems impressed and I lead her up to my car.

Women.

So easy to play with.

So naive.

Well..she made a big mistake.

She's going to regret it.

For the rest of her life.

~.~

I'm here.

This is his address.

I've got to find out.

I stop the engine and open the door.

This is the residence, it seems empty..the houses are all old and no one lives here anymore.

Creepy.

I open the gate and walk to the door. I knock at the door and wait for a response.

I've got to be ready.

I'm going to save the boy.

I hear a response, someone opens the door.

It's..

~.~

Someone's knocking the door, I stop dealing with the corpse and change into something much more clean.

I walk upstairs and walk to the door. I open the doorknob and it's..

{to be continued