His Demons [Book Two]

Chapter Five

My thoughts had been completely focused on Taehyung. I couldn't decide if I was stuck on thinking about how I felt about him, physically and emotionally, or the fact that he was a killer. My only friend left, besides him, was Yoongi. There was no possible way I'd be able to tell Yoongi that I thought Taehyung had killed our friends. I couldn't tell anyone. It was an unbelievable idea that even I was having a hard time believing.

It wasn't until a year later after Namjoon had died that I finally got the clarification that I needed. After school had ended I went to Taehyung's apartment where he looked different than usual. He wasn't sad or upset, that was impossible, but he didn't look as emotional as he usually did. When I asked Taehyung if there was something wrong he told me what had happened.

December 26th, 2015.

His next-door neighbor, a girl named Rose, had been killed by her boyfriend the day before, on Christmas. According to the police officer that had talked to Taehyung, it was a brutal killing. Rose's boyfriend, a man named Jongin, had broken a beer bottle in the process of beating her and he decided to stab her in the throat. Jongin most likely didn't know what to do in the situation of killing his girlfriend. As if fate had come into play he decided he couldn't live with doing that and killed himself immediately.

A murder, suicide.

At least that's what the police had ruled it.

I knew otherwise.

Originally, when Taehyung had told me his neighbor had been killed I had thought it was just a weird coincidence. A few days later I found out the truth.

Being the middle of winter time I had wanted to go skiing with my family but no matter how hard I searched I couldn't find my ski mask. Then, a week later, it appeared on my dresser, the place I had put it the last time I had used it because I didn't want to lose it. When my family was supposed to go skiing I felt frustrated that I couldn't find the mask that I knew I put on my dresser. To have it suddenly appear one day in the place I knew I put it but couldn't find it was scary.

What made it even scarier was the small blood stain on the front of the mask. It wasn't my blood. After asking my family if any of them had borrowed it, I had come to only one conclusion. Taehyung had taken it when he was in my room helping me study three weeks prior.

I didn't want to believe it.

I didn't want to believe that the man I had fallen in love with was responsible for eight people's death's, and that was just the one's that I knew about. There were only three options in a situation like this.

1) You act like none of it happened because, regardless of the situation, you absolutely love the person.

2) You turn them in to the police. You gather enough evidence to prove that they're the one who did it and end their killing spree.

3) You kill them.

The first option was out. There was no way I'd be able to ignore him killing people. How could I ignore that he'd killed all but one of my friends? If I ignored that I'd be just as bad. I'd be a killer, just like him. I couldn't do that.

Not to my friends.

And the third option. That was ludicrous. I didn't have the capability to kill Taehyung, not with how far I had fallen for him. The thought of killing him was too much for me. It was a much worse option than ignoring it. I couldn't do that either.

I couldn't kill Taehyung.

That left me with only one option. I had to gather enough evidence to turn him into the police. There was no way I could be sure that it was going to work or that I'd even have the evidence I'd need to help stop him. But, I needed to try. I had to.

My first plan of action was taking the ski mask with blood on it and placing it inside a plastic Ziploc bag. No, it wasn't an evidence bag, but it would do until I could bring it to the police. My next plan of action was to find a way to tie him to each of the deaths.

Seokjin's death was an easy one. He was there. Taehyung had been the one who was deemed a hero for trying to save Seokjin. I couldn't prove that Taehyung had killed him, especially since I wasn't there, but I could think of all the possible ways that he could have done it. For example, maybe the rope didn't loosen, maybe the person who had packed the ropes and attached the ropes had tampered with them.

I didn't need to be there to know that Taehyung was the one who would have been responsible for that. Taehyung always did those things himself. He preferred to feel in control of the situation.

With Jimin and Hoseok, that was going to be harder to prove. Police wouldn't arrest Taehyung on just the comment that he had a bruise that resembled a seatbelt. There needed to be more evidence. I needed proof that Taehyung had been in their car, that he had been there the day they had died in the car accident. It wasn't going to be easy but there had to be something.

Rose and Jongin being murdered by Taehyung was also going to be difficult to prove. If I hadn't found the ski mask I wouldn't have had any leverage. However, it wasn't going to be enough. I was going to need more proof if I was going to do this correctly.

The only murder I wasn't going to be able to prove was Namjoon's. According to the police I had been the one responsible for his death. If I had told the police that I thought Taehyung had been responsible for his death as well as all the other victim's, they would have been led to believe that I was the one who did it. That was the only logical thought process.

However, I drew the line a month later.

I had to.