Hana killed my father.
Right in front of me.
I am at fault. If it weren't for my random bloodthirsty thoughts and dreams about committing such a crime, it would never have happened. But this is the reality Hana warned me about:
all of my dark thoughts and ill intentions will be harder to contain.
I still couldn't believe it even after I saw it with my own eyes. There's not much left to see though, Hana sawed off his body parts and ordered me to clean the mess while she took care of the rest. Not even in my most fucked up nightmares would I mop the floor from my father's blood. The dark red liquid is being stubborn, I had to use force to wipe it away. Some of it dried between tiny cracks in the wooden floor so I dug my nails with a wet paper towel over them.
Stains on the walls were almost impossible to clean but I can't leave such obvious evidence like that. We don't have many visitors anyway so I repainted only a part of the wall, fresh paint was visible in contrast to the darker and older one but as I said, there's no one to notice something so stupid.
When I finished cleaning up, I almost felt proud and satisfied. I covered up the murder of my father, perfectly. That's when my stomach flipped again and his smashed skull flashed before my eyes. He tried to scream for help but couldn't from too much blood in his throat and brain damage. Should I have helped him? But that would mean breaking the pact with Hana. I'm not sure which is more terrible, though being enemies with Hana sounds much worse.
Hana, the hell girl that won't give me a break. Some kind of a creature with a tragic death that's searching for a human that fits the task of finding out how exactly she died. What we know so far is almost nothing except that it might be the killer from the Wood since she lived during his activity. I gave up from the idea that her parents had something to do with it, she claims that would ruin their image so they hid her death in general. We have only a month to find my mum, Hana's cause of death and catch the Wood killer. He attacked us at the cemetery and Hana suggested that we should investigate it in case he left something there. What bothers me the most is that... my friends will get involved in this. Hana will pretend to be a resident that came from a city nearby and befriended me. Why the act? To question my friends and what they know. I hate the idea of finding their secrets, what would they hide anyway? How would they know about the Wood killer if we're provided with the same news and sources? Now that I think about it, Namjoon did go to the Wood before and acted suspiciously... no, I shouldn't doubt my best friend.
We've got a lot of work awaiting us, but to recover from recent events Hana suggested meeting my friends to introduce her and keep an eye on the Wood killer and whether he would appear again and where. I could use their company, I'm stressed about my mum and the fact I shouldn't report it to the police because then they would question my father. And he's fucking dead.
Not just that, but Hana set up everything to make it look like it's the Wood killer's doing. I thought, since she's a Fiend or whatever, she would use some powers and make things easier but we're limited due to the contract and her act of being a normal human.
"You know, going to that house you found me in could be useful too. We could open each bag with heads and see whether one belongs to me"
"Hana, that's fucking disgusting"
"Got a better idea?", I don't. But I'm not ready to see that horror again, it's absolutely terrifying and my stomach can't handle it. I cringed at the thought and scoffed. Hana always chuckles or clicks with her tongue jokingly when I feel disgusted or fear. I can't even imagine how morbid her mind is if she genuinely finds my reactions funny. Well, she is capable of smashing someone's head with a hammer after all.
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Boy Meets D.Evil
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