Insane For Him

Freedom Of Blood;Making Dinner

Narrator Pov

They been running for five hours straight. They stop every now and again for breath, then kept running. They ran until they reached an old abandon apartment and hid there as they can hear busy streets, cars, people and.......annoyance...they found this so so annoying.......cause there's no screaming of agony, no people panicking in fear, no people trying to run away and...........no one to try and stop them from killing.

They slammed the half broken door closed with dust followed behind. They looked for any type of "play toys" for their new "decorations" they will hang on the walls, place different body parts in the refrigerator, make healthy people skull's as mask, sell people skin as clothing and wear their victims skin to impress them. They can hide from the police for long enough cause they know that people are slow finding out that an family member is missing or disappeared a day after. Once they got the idea they started to clean the hole apartment room tossing everything that's old or worth stacks of money out the broken window, they even tossed the ripped up bed out of the window as well, as much that they want to sleep on a bed again but they gonna have to steal it from the walking sags of meat. Yes, that's how they see people.

It tooked them twelve hours to clean everything and toss everything old out. They even have enough time to break into someone's house stole an couch and the bed, just for fun they even broke, ripped and taken almost everything in that person's apartment room.......they even tooked all his or her knifes. Not to mention they saw an baby and kidnapped it and saved it for later for the parents.

(Next day)

Namjoon Pov

I woke up to the sun beaming into his eyes. I quickly turned around facing away from the window groaning in annoyance hearing nothing but yelling in the living room, following it was smashing of glass, psychopathic laughing and the sound of a body hitting against the walls and the floor. I decided to ignore what was happening in the living room trying to sleep more but an blood curdling scream made me jolt up and run out of the bed, slamming the door open seeing an dead body on the ground.

There was blood almost everywhere on the persons body, blood soaked the carpet, some blood soaked the couch, blood sliding down the glass table and the t.v. The guys guts spread out everywhere, his head is cut open in many different ways, his hair was violently ripped out causing an huge purple, blue and red patch around his head some blood pouring out of his head, his eyes are missing, his teeth looked like they been ripped out with tweezers and his tongue was cut out. His legs had no skin nothing but flesh, muscle and blood, his arms are broken in many different directions, his bones are going thru the skin, his hands are cut in half, his fingers crushed and his left arm is missing.

I was shocked on how violent this was but I could care less. I new who did this cause the others are still sleeping and Taehyung.....barley went to sleep ever since we got here. Then I saw an bloody hand on the kitchen floor behind the counter twitching ever now and again. I walked over and looked behind the counter seeing an very very psychopathic smile while twitching and hugging his knees up to his chest. He looked at me his smile falling from his face and looking down to his knees in sadness like an five year old. I rolled my eyes in disbelief at how much V had taken over Taehyung's head, I smiled sweetly at him and reached my hand towards me. He looked up and reached for my hand, I pulled him up and then flick his head.

"Taehyung....try and control "him" next time okay?" I said pulling him away from from the now bloodied up living room and towards the bathroom.

"O-o.....okay. S-s-sorry..I w-will..." Taehyung said looking down like an lost child.

I opened the bathroom door and pushed him in almost making him slip do to the about of blood. I opened my bedroom door and opened my dresser taking out spare clothing for Taehyung since his clothes keep disappearing. Causing him to wear his asylum clothes which are ripped, blood stained and shaggy. I walked back into the bathroom and tossed my clothes at him hitting his face.