MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two

I was used to the smell of dried blood even if I were from afar. I was used to the heavy feeling that starts drifting away as I escape from the location. I was used to my sweaty palms as I held tightly onto the sniper. 

And I was used to pulling the trigger without any hesitations. 

I moved a shogi piece. "Checkpoint." 

Not that it mattered - I was playing by myself. It was a restless day; I was waiting for the sun to set. It seemed to be much faster back then. Or maybe my mind was just playing tricks again. 

This was the last mission I had before moving on to killing this Park Jimin. It was a complicated process. I had to enroll into university. Take a course, which was engineering as well, and have to put in much more effort than the others. 

Because leaving without suspicions was going to be the hardest part. 

At most, I have to earn his trust. But I never had a hard time with those kinds of things. In fact, it was my specialty. There were times wherein I found myself so heartless, but when I looked back at the past, I couldn't help but think this was what it made me. 

This is what my family made me. 

This is what my past made me. 

And though I had no problems with educational purposes, because I never did enrolled in college, one of the worst courses I would've taken was engineering. 

Numbers and letters were always mixed up in my sight. If you knew about my case, you wouldn't wonder why everything around my place was simple and looked clean. I hated reading. I hated writing. I hated typing. 

Maybe you'd wonder why I would do so many things for money, when I don't have financial problems in the first place. Well, maybe I adapted and accepted the fact that this was the only thing I would ever be good at. 

No one would love someone like me. 

Everybody left me. 

Nobody stayed. 

And if I were the only one there for me, I might as well do what I want.. right? 

Looking out the window, I stood up and started tying my hair. Another restless night. 

I sat on the couch, putting on my boots as I treated myself with some mint. Once everything was settled - and I mean, covered from head to toe, I stood in front of the mirror. 

People wouldn't be too suspicious - the weather was cold. People would wear layers of clothes altogether and no one would suspect a thing. So why with me, right? 

Though this wasn't my style, I found myself being comfortable being so.. covered in clothes. I was never beautiful. My skin isn't smooth, my eyes looked so lifeless, if you want to find yourself the most imperfect person, I was there. 

But now that I think about it, my imperfections weren't something I was too conscious about. I never cared about what people thought of me - because in the end, I'm the one that's always going to be there for me. 

So why keep bring myself even lower? 

I put on my hat and walked out of my apartment, quietly paying attention to the crunchy sound of snow as I walked down the snowy streets of Seoul. I took the station, and after a few stops, I exited. 

Luckily, it wasn't too far from the station. I fastened my pace, not because it was crowded - but because I needed to be there before the victim. 

I didn't dare to go close to the certain apartment. I took a route where it lead to a small forest. It was cold, but I didn't mind. This was for me. 

I started hiking up the small slope, until I reached the very top. And it was my lucky day! There was a rock by the side, and I slowly took out the rifle, checking and arming it. It was dark - and though most people would've been creeped out, it didn't matter to me. 

The setting was perfect. 

I positioned the rifle on the huge stone, waiting patiently for the victim. 

Their family has been in debt for years. And I was specifically told to kill the woman. The mother - whom had short, brown hair. Talk about being biased. But I didn't question more things about that. I needed to get work done. Not arguments. 

It took a while. 

Maybe about an hour. But I was used to waiting for them to come. A taxi arrived, and I aimed at the door, waiting for someone to exit. 

As expected, a woman with short brown hair, stepped out. She pulled out her purse. 

I pursed my lips, "You can't always depend." 

Taking a deep breath, my finger fluently pressed the trigger. From the scope, I saw the woman fall to her knees, and the driver exit the door, panicking. Usually, I would've got up and go, but something kept me stuck there, watching. 

I was breathing heavily. And my heart started beating a little faster when a girl my age ran out of the apartment. And though I was a good distance away, I heard her cries of help as she cradled whom I assumed was her mother, in her arms. 

It looked... 

Familiar. 

I looked up from the scope, and the sight went as far as it really was - and all I could see again were the buildings. 

The snow didn't stop falling. The weather became much colder than it was before - but I was sweating. And this time, I didn't find the urge to hurry everything up. Instead, slowly, I started disarming the rifle. 

I broke another family. 

Again. 

I stood up, shouldering my bag and shaking my thought off of the incident. Out of all the shooting missions I've done, this was the one that hit me the most. Maybe it reminded me too much of my past - when really, there was just one thing in common. 

I was so apathetic and closed about my feelings, I couldn't even bring myself to think about it. Feeling another emotion settle in, I fastened my pace, my feet taking me back to the station. 

As I exited the station, I instinctively made my way to a nearby closed shop, my grip on the bag strap tightening as I see a man leaning on the shutters. 

I held out my hand, and was a bit surprised when my voice spoke out shakily, "The money." 

The man turned, before cracking a smile and pulling out a bundle of cash and handing it to me, "Aish. You never fail to impress me, Sumire. You're so iconic, sooner or later, you might even make a name for yourself." he spoke in Japanese. 

I scoffed, "Shut your mouth." 

"Killer blossom." he mocked. He always seemed like he was high, but now that I got the money, working with him didn't matter anymore. I waved a hand, turning on my heel. 

"Whatever satisfies you, fucker." I faked a laugh, before continuing to walk away - back to my apartment. 

Everything felt so ironic. 

I just killed another woman. Another member of a family. It was so cruel. I was a murderer. 

Yet tomorrow is also my first day of college. And all I could think of the moment was that maybe I can just be more considerate - but I couldn't find a good reason to. 

If I was going to be considerate, to who? 

And in the end - it was just always going to be me. 

But now that I think about it.. 

I was lying to myself, too. 

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There's obviously a lot of things going around that you guys are still confused about. But to understand - you must read further! 

Next chapter is going to be so much fun to write. I'm so excited!