Stars, Seas and Skies

VII

"Mine is too" I flashed my smile. I was an idiot and I fucking knew it.

I should avoid him as much as I can. He looks like an animal. With his eyes so yellow.

I have no intentions of being friends with him. While he blushes and I just smile at him.

Did my cold heart finally melt down to hell and come back? What is happening? I don't want to be around him. He is dangerous. Too dangerous for me to know. I have killed hundreds of men, but never encountered one like him.

I did live in an orphanage, where everyone was taken not, me. I took them, and put their dead flesh in a sacred room forever. If I had interest, that is. And burned them down. What else?

But I do know I am an orphan.

I decide to walk back home and there was Jeffrey waiting for me ," Master would you like something to eat?"

"Not right now, I want you to search for this Guy named Lee Jeno if you could"

"Of course I will for my master"

"Ok then off you go" With a sigh I sat on my bed. This Lee Jeno guy is very stubborn, won't leave my goddamn mind. I really need to get off of him. Or else I would have distractions. I layed my whole body on the bed now. 

My head hurts. This is all too much for a freaking day. So I got out of my house with my set of knifes gracefully put inside my overcoat. Walked away from the house and roamed around the streets, which sometimes lead to dark alleys or basement, with my red mask on, nobody could recognize me. It covered my whole face. It did look weird, but at least I wouldn't be able to get caught or killed, myself. 

I do feel guilty, but it fades away, like a part of me being human gets taken away. In my mind I felt like I was walking, But in reality it was in a really dark ally and a very narrow one, kind of like the one in which I met Lee Jeno. I feel like I was deep in thought because I  let my guard down. A big mistake. 

But I was thinking hard, about what I was going to do with the body, Lee Taeyong, all my drug money and where I was going to  keep it. Meh, whatever, what does he want from me, that Lee Jeno guy. 

Thinking about things hit it to me, how I was child whose parents and sister got murdered at the age of very little. How I was different from the other boys, How I took being  quite over playing football, or whatever sport the guys liked playing. How I wasn't very social or didn't talk to anybody. Liked no one in common, neither the boys nor the girls. I was suspiciously very quite from the beginning. How I had a little blade from the starting of elementary school. How I bought stuffed toys not to play but to cut them open, revealing the little fiber like things. I had a burning sensation in my heart, anger, guilt, fear, curiosity, and a heart of a kid. Or so I once had.