Stars, Seas and Skies

III

Jeno pov

"You do know you're a mess, right" My therapist said

"Wow, Thanks so much for being so polite Guy in the Never land doctor "

"Stop it, my name is Jack by the way"

"I know that" I said, I flashed a smile, "I don't know what to do, I have this anger inside of me. I have the constant urge to hit somebody. Hurt someone and I can't help it. Its like a drug to me. I can't contain this feeling. It hurts me even more. To see myself in a weakling state."

"Damn this guy seems pretty fancy, wonder how much money I'll get selling him to the asylum"  This guy had the mind of a hungry stray dog eating his food from the garbage. Pure Garbage I tell you. Wanting me to be sold. But Lee Jeno has his ways. I am Lee Jeno after all.

Although the words held great power and emotion his expression did not. He let those words out as he kept a poker face. Probably a way to avoid letting his tear spill out of his eyes.

Only weaklings do that.

Death was jealous of me anyways. How I got to get away from his hands. Used him. For my own sport. Its a nice thing you no, Having yourself looking for beauty.

"It is kind of like, something is waiting for me in the darkest part of my brain, and it is not imagination" And then, I finally smirked. And with a blink of an eye I took him by the throat, pushed him against the wall and choked him. Blood gushing from my hands to the wall 

"I kill the people I like" And so I walked away. "Beware, of the new God"

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Jaemin pov

I woke up with cold sweat on my forehead and everywhere. I panted a few times in my bed. And drank water. Looked at my watch, strange, me waking up like this, at 4 'o clock.

The weirder bit is I don't dream.

Highly unexpectable. If I don't dream I don't wake up in cold sweat all over my face. Distractions I guess.

I might as well wake my goofy ass up anyways. And so, I head down my kitchen and grabbed the nearest milk carton. My flat did smell like iron, or should I say, blood. But most people think it is iron, it might be aswell, afterall, it takes hours to sharp a knife like mine.

Feeling the cold blood is nice. And so I ran outside my house and ran and ran and ran. Until, I saw my prey.

Like a lion taking delicate steps, lowering its back in the grass to not be seen by the Zibra, is the way I found myself. Running from one building foot to another. Until my prey was at a dead end.

"THIS"

"IS"

"WHAT"

"YOU"

"GET"

"YOU"

"TRAITOR" I said as I stabbed him myself after each and every words. He was a traitor. He was a butler for our family. After being caught for drug use, he eventually blamed my sister. She was caught crashing cars many times while being drunk.

The police found it appropriate to suspect her, but after looking for the best lawyer and giving big money the court was of course on our side. But after some years he was let loose. I was not satisfied at all.

"You're a waste of space,  beautiful red blood and mass, Hope you're parents like Body parts cut up into peices" I addressed the now dead man.

I wrapped his body away, and threw him into the sea to rot.