True Monster (Karma Akabane X Reader)

Kessei

It was cold. Colder than normal. I stood alone in a quiet hallway, much like I was earlier when I arrived here.

I stared at the door in front of me, haunted images of my former neighbor passed through my mind, making my heart sink. To believe the man died all alone in this very apartment was enough for me to immediately go to my own apartment and throw myself into my bed Disney Princess style.

But the tiny object in my coat pocket still poked at my curiosity, haunting me after Karasuma-sensei and I returned to the classroom earlier.

Reaching into the pocket, I pulled out the key and the small piece of paper that was attached to it. I never got the chance to read it since I didn't want prying eyes to look at it as well.

'Dear (Y/N), if you're reading this note, it means I probably already passed. My time has come an end but please use what I left for you, for I fear the worst for your welling being.'

My breath got caught in my throat as I read the letter. For my well being? What the hell does that mean?

I direct my eyes to the grey knob before opening the door. My movements felt numb as I made my way through the cold apartment, just as I did this morning. My eyes only trailed on the empty wheelchairs for a moment as I started to walk down the hallway.

I swear the temperature dropped ten degrees.

I rubbed my arms together as I walked on the creaky boards. Have they always creeked like that? I don't remember them doing that this morning.

Where would Mr. Oxfeild keep a little chest? My eyes lingered on the open door to the bathroom, a ghost appearance of Mr. Oxfeild appeared in my mind, making me painfully shut my eyes.

I don't want to remember that.

I take a shaky breath as I force myself to adventure down deeper in the apartment. There are two other doors down the hallway, one smaller than the other. I assume that one might be a spare closet so I pass it by and walk to the door at the end of the hallway.

The creaking of the floor boards start to annoy me so I glared at the floor. "Thanks for making this more creepy..." I grumble.

I nudge the sligtly open door with my foot while I cover my cold cheeks. Once the door slowly creeks open, I step inside, only for my eyes to widen.

There is a simple bed on the farthest side of the room, just low enough for an old man like Mr. Oxfeild to get off and on easily. But the thing that shocked me was the several news papers pinned against the wall a few feet away from the bed.

I stagger towards the papers with wide eyes. "The hell...."

The first paper my (e/c) eyes land on was one from nearly seven months ago. The leadline reads "Young Teenage Girl Beats Up Upper Classmen!"

That's me from the time I lived in (C/N)...

My eyes wander over to a older paper with a picture of a building that seemed to gotten caught on fire. "Science Laboratory
Explosion! Thousands of Workers Killed!"

They weren't killed by the explosion...they were murdered by my hand...

Several other news reports about an assassin named "Melody" who killed big named people made my eyes water. My birth Mother?! She was an assasin?