Psychopath with wings

CHAP18-"Meet oblivion"

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As I pass by every room of the mental department that had people scream in misery and pain, I had to try so hard to hide the joy I received from it. With doctors passing me by the corridor, I had to put up my best act to look normal and not curse them into hell. It was a pain in the ass. At least back then this place only had a doctor and a helper with just one patient being Jimin. Now it is swimming with a pile of patients and a ridiculous amount of doctors.

With Namjoon being off my side, it gave me a chance to explore the vast construction of this building. Looking back in time, this was just a house with three rooms and a garden. Now it's literally the tallest building in the city.

How incredibly are these stupid humans progressing with the development that they don't even realize how much shit they are destroying in this earth? What a proud moment for us. We ignite their inner guilt and in return, they sin.

The sound of footsteps approached me and I knew the next twenty seconds of the future. A sly old man runs, hits my shoulder, gets fascinated by my clothing and continues to blabber shit.

Just as I assumed, he hits my shoulder and turns to look at me. The man looked crazy. He had his eyes inside his face, they were dark and swollen. His hair was a mess and too long for his figure. Pale skin and the hospital gown completed his outlook.

He continued to stare at me and I smiled at the pathetic being.

"I'm really sorry for your loss," he said after observing me from top to bottom before continuing to say. "Whose funeral are you going for?"

"Your's if you'd like" I replied with another smile.

Undoubtedly it was my color code that gave him the assumption. And I could see how my reply had puzzled the confused old hag. He took a step back but then laughed it off saying.

"You're funny, I like you"

"Trust me, old man, liking me is like choosing hell. Are you still up for it?"

"I'm a patient here actually" he continued with a smile, unbothered by my words.

"They think I'm crazy? Oh and apparently" he came closer to my side and asked for me to lower my ears for him to whisper something. I did as he wanted and waited for the old man to speak up. "They said I have this weird mental problem and that I killed my wife" and then he started laughing before saying. "But you know what's funny? I don't even have a wife! These people have the wrong man" the old man continued to laugh holding onto his stomach while I continued to smile and observe.

"You think you are innocent?" I questioned.

"Of course, I have no memory of anything they are accusing me of so why would I be guilty?"

"A loss of memory. What a great way to excuse yourself from your sins"

"Excuse me?"

"I think you are a nice gentleman. And undoubtedly this won't be the last time we meet. I believe we have a lot in common" I said, smiling with a narrow eye. He seemed interested in my words and started to develop unnecessary human emotions such as joy, happiness, and excitement which I believe is a ridiculous waste of time.

"Kind sir," I spoke while taking out my black feather from my pocket. My fingers brushed through its soft, delicate edges while my eyes adored its beauty. I carefully lifted it to the man's eye level. "Would you mind holding this for me?"

"It would be my pleasure"

He quickly held it with an exciting smile. But that didn't last long. The man's eyeballs grew large, looking as if it would pop out of its sockets. He breathed heavily and fell on the floor. With whatever energy was left in him, he pushed himself away from me on the floor as I casually placed my steps towards the struggling figure. The poor fellow tried to speak but his words were going inside him and what escaped his mouth was a painful shriek.