Boy Meets D.Evil

1.9

Short update :( but I feel like it's appropriate cause next chapter should be like 3k words which is a lot to me mkay

When I said that we're gonna find more about ourselves down here, this is what I meant:

When scared, people are transparent and easy to read. We may do things that seem unreasonable, but I think that's when we truly show who we are and what our flaws are. Underneath this mask, I still doubt Hana and I couldn't care less about her parents. That's why my hand's bleeding heavily and the pain is making me excessively sweat. How could I think it's Hana who attacked them? She defended me back then from my father, true, but why would she lunge at her own parents when she knows very well they certainly know how she died? It would fulfil one part of the contract which brings us closer to her coming back to life. And the part where I don't give a damn about her parents? I couldn't keep my eyes off of the massacre taking place in front of me. 

Wood Killer swung the hammer with full force, she's dead for sure but it wasn't enough to quench his thirst for blood. I didn't move an inch, I couldn't look aside or think about anything else. The sound of the skull breaking is followed by a weird moisty one as there was nothing left but a meaty porridge on the floor. A few blood drops landed on my cheek. I wiped them with my finger and stared at the liquid smudged on my skin while taking a deep breath. The guy on the chair mumbled something and shouted from the bottom of his lungs. He couldn't move to save his wife or himself so he cried in desperation and swung his shaky hands around. 

I... I wanted to stay so badly to see what's going to happen next but got pulled out of the room by Hana. She pushed me into a similar scenery and placed a chair under the doorknob so Wood Killer doesn't find us that easily

"Yoongi...", Hana started, quietly, it almost went by unnoticed as I was staring at the blocked exit and thinking of what I saw moments ago. Every bit of that was engraved in my mound. Each sound is like a song stuck on repeat, all the colours mixed together created a picture that's hanging on the wall in front of me and I'm looking at it in awe like it's a piece of art. Far from Goya's pictures about Sabbath, death, war. I'd compare it to Monet's Water Lilies as images of green fields in spring went through my head and the chaos from earlier can be represented with a bunch of flowers scattered on the grass. 

But

What's better than flowers and the freedom of running through endless fields?

Winter. The white sheet covering most of the town while the only visible parts are black, creating a beautiful contrast. Like Hana's pale skin and dark eyes. Why am I so amazed by how good black suits her?

"Yoongi, what's wrong?"

"Something's missing"

"What is it?", I walked over to the table with the same equipment that's still a mystery but didn't hesitate to pick the clean surgical scalpel. This piece is delicate, it requires clean and functioning tools, I can't make it messy. Hana is too perfect for something dull and rusty, her skin is so smooth I feel like a papercut would be enough for the same effect

"Yoongi, what are you-", I pressed the scalpel against her precious, soft cheek and she went quiet

"The colour red. Red is missing, Hana", how sweet can someone be? How addicting can someone's fear and pure existence be? A thin red line appeared that followed the scalpel. Soon a single drop from the corner strolled down the cheek, leaving a trail as it glided flawlessly thanks to her smooth skin, even paper has bumps a human eye can't see, but not her. The drop stopped on her chin. I took a step back to admire her. Perfect. Absolute perfection. Red is exactly what the neutral painting needed to get a breath of life. Not just any red, but this tone which is hard to replicate. This density, smell, texture...

Yoongi's shoulders moved rapidly as he chuckled and dropped the scalpel. Am I up against two psychos in one building? I shouldn't call Yoongi a psycho though... something's gotten into him ever since I saved his ass from Wood Killer while he was busy with my parents. It's not his first time witnessing a murder, so what exactly made him snap?

I'm not fond of his slow steps towards me... or how he's dying to keep eye contact with me but I'm fighting the spell and trying to focus on something else. Anywhere but his empty eyes...

It's like he's drugged, I can't leave him like this but I also don't trust him

"Fuck you, Yoongi", I groaned as the heartache kicked in and slid on the floor with my back against the cold wall. Focus on breathing, focus on breathing, I urged myself but every breath made the sharp pain gradually increase. We shouldn't be like this...

"Hana...", he whispered and kneeled in front of me. His eyes are still creeping me out and I don't have a good feeling about this. He stared for too long, I had enough time to prepare myself and dodged the scalpel that hit against the wall where my face rested

"Fucking Hell, please forgive me", I groaned in pain and clenched my jaw as I focused on the strength in my body and ignoring the pain in the chest. Why did I ask for forgiveness? Because I kicked Yoongi away from me, hoping I didn't injure him and also that I bought enough time to escape. I heard Yoongi calling out my name, furiously, just as I'm standing at the entrance and checking where Wood Killer is. I'm not digging this situation, if I knew how much trouble this ghost boy is gonna cause me I would have refrained from messing with him but here we are and there's no going back now.

Still... it kind of hurts that he doesn't remember me...

I ran down the hall, the second I thought someone could see me I entered the first opened room and closed the door after a brief analysis whether it's safe to stay there. I blocked the door and took my time to catch breath even though the pain won't leave as long as I'm against Yoongi. 

Red. He said red was missing. There's definitely something about blood being a trigger. I knew that he enjoys being in control and causing, what we call, harmless fear. This will make things harder, and it's so confusing. Why blood? He saw literally a bunch of heads, badly cut off from the body, what's better gore than that? It didn't trigger him nor did I sense anything other than disgust in his emotions. Ugh, this boy...

Right now, I sense that he's still berserk, but most importantly, he's safe. I should think of a way to catch Wood Killer, although I doubt we'll get anything useful from him. If only that dumb skinny boy Yoongi was here so we could discuss it. Is Wood Killer working for someone or not?

If so, we'll have to find the person ordering him around. But... what about my death then? How come no one heard of it? I'm fresh meat, it should've been pretty recent and I doubt my trace disappeared. Unless... someone took care of it

"Now you're onto something", oh, I guess I'm not alone in here. Someone spoke from the dark corner of the room and I can't distinguish a face, although the voice is familiar

"Ah, if only you humans could give me a break", I complained with a sigh and tilted my head casually

"Humans?", the figure gradually left the dark corner and sick hospital light revealed everything I needed to see. I'm not surprised, nothing can shock me and I'm prepared for everything. This is just overwhelmingly amusing and spicing things up, I love it

"What brought you here? Got lost in the made-up story you sold your best friend?"

"Since when are you a saint?"

"I'm far from a saint, you know that very well, Namjoon" 

Me: * breaths*

My parents: WTF U SO SPOILED U EVEN NEED AIR SMH

College started so... it was nice knowing yall (T^T) I'll PROBABLY have time to publish on Fridays or weekend. 

Thanks for reading and being patient enough for my lazy ass, remember to stay thicc and juicy and good luck with life

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