[ prompt ]
"why should i even trust you? you're crazy."
". . . but so are you."
[ characters ]
y/n, jjk
[ trigger warning: murder ]
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the woods were a wonderful place to be- the feeling of the soft leaves swaying from side to side like a graceful dance, and the crinkling sound of branches when you stepped on them.
but the woods were even better for those who were sick in the head.
i was, to many people, a lot of names- there was nuts, insane in the brain, madwoman, lunatic, maniac, sociopath, and my personal favorite- psychopath.
the word had a lot of meaning, and i was one of the definitions.
it gave off that vibe, a horrible feeling that sent tingles down everyone's spine. i was no doubt a threat, but how could a girl with a knife be so dangerous?
my record was far from spotless. i was charged for homicide, and surprisingly only that.
but why?
killing people gave me a sense of satisfaction, something that i'd never been able to feel during my childhood days.
and those days were the worst. i remember having to run away multiple times into the woods where i would secretly slaughter animals, only to be found again the next day by police and my terrified looking parents. thankfully, i'd never get arrested for being underage, but they put me in child jail. it's silly, but i called it that.
i don't know how it ever started. the only thing still etched in my mind was my first time seeing blood on my scraped knee. the substance was new to me, and i needed to see it again. i guess i thought that cutting myself wouldn't help since it gave me pain. so i used animals.
i was a psycho right from the start.
and so when i was of age, they sent me away. away to a place of grey walls and high gates where you'd never think a 19-year old would escape. there was horrible food being served, and pills i had to take in the morning and evening.
but let me tell you a secret- those pills never work. they only make you worse. i reminisced those days when i'd end up hunched over the toilet seat, all the food i'd digested coming up my throat and escaping. it was torture, only being limited to four walls, one of them with bars to set you apart from other crazy people. but the truth was, everyone there was misunderstood.
excluding me, of course.
i had no life-tearing backstory, or a tragic reason to becoming a killing machine.
it was simply for the reason of; i liked seeing blood, especially if i was the cause.
and so to the woods i escaped, to be far from people. to be far from judgemental eyes. where i could do what i wanted.
there was a sudden sound, almost like a person's footsteps. my head turned sharply, eyes scanning the area as i held a small pocketknife. i had a metal baseball bat hidden in one of the trees somewhere, but i had no time to look for it now. it could be the police, or anyone, ready to arrest me and take me back. and i had no intention of getting back to the hellhole that they called a 'mental hospital'. that was the last thing on my list.
see, i was insane, but thankfully, my brain still worked like a charm- not if i was blinded with bloodlust.
i gripped the small weapon tighter in my fingers, ready to slaughter whatever came my way. the footsteps came nearer and my senses tingled, facing my back.
i was met with beautiful brown eyes as i held up the attacker's collar. with my other hand hovering the knife over his color-drained face, i gave him a psychotic grin that screamed, "welcome to your grave."
i was ready to stab, slice, scratch- but the look in his eyes stopped me from doing my agenda. they weren't filled with fear, unlike everyone else's when i'd try to attack them. it was one of my weaknesses.
my grip on him loosened, but it was still strong enough to keep him in place. i could slightly see him contain a smug smile.
"listen here, killing princess of the south," the man's voice spoke and i couldn't help but mentally be in awe of his voice. it was soft and a bit shy.
but i almost wanted to stab him again upon hearing "killing princess of the south." it was one of the many nicknames the citizens had given me, but i was no princess. i was a psychopath, and only that.
"i am not listening to you. if you don't leave now you'll have only one eye when you do." i told him with firmness in my voice.
"i-i was only trying to help!" he replied defensively and i let out a sadistic laugh.
"you? help?" i chuckle, "funny how you say that- that's what everyone's been trying to do! but it never works, trust me."
he laughs too. by now i had my arms off his collar, but was still holding his wrist incase he tried to run. i wanted him to leave, but his stubbornness had intrigued me. no one has ever been this close to me, let alone talked to a lunatic that they called y/n.
"why should i even trust you? you're crazy."
the light suddenly shifts and i catch a glimpse of his enlightened face. he was godly, the soft fading graze of the moon resting on him; and he almost looked like an angel. almost. right after i realized that he was the jeon jungkook, the other psychopath running around. he used to be relevant, but when i came, he lost his place. suddenly, i became the buzz of the towns and cities, and he was left to rot in the dirt. i almost felt sorry. but someone like me couldn't show mercy, even to a fellow killer.
". . . but so are you," i rolled my eyes, pretending not to be shocked as i crossed my arms, letting go of him. i knew he wouldn't try anything funny like report me, because he'd get caught too.
"jeon jungkook." i finished, almost with a disgusted tone. jungkook gives me a smirk.
"so you do know me. i was afraid you'd never recognize."
"how could i not recognize the face of the person whose fame i stole?"
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a/n: didn't know how to end it :p woops
edit: 2nd part soon :)
~ denk
