He is the purge, he is AGUST D, he purged night through night, he is sociopathic, he is insane, AND HE KILLS.
He is hidden between university students, quiet, deadly and is known for being coldhearted.
But when Meiko starts seeing the similarities...
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Throughout the whole morning, stress had been consuming me as though I would be eaten by Satan's three headed dog at any living second of my day.
My legs shook with ever step, and every few minutes, I couldn't help but sneeze. Wether I was lucky enough for Yoongi to give me a ride home, and Bella gave me a hot chocolate and warm blankets; it didn't stop the cold from coming.
As I walked the busy, rushed halls, and towards my Psychology class; I continued to feel ill. Wether it was the cold, or my nerves from yesterday. I didn't like this feeling.
When I reached the lecture room, the door was locked. I frowned, the door was usually unlocked, and the teacher would be sitting at his desk.
As I looked through the glass window in the upper half of the door, the lights inside the room were off.
I couldn't see anything.
I stood for a few minutes, trying another few times to see if the door was really locked or not. After a while, i watched as some of the students in my class rolled by.
They gave my curious, raised eye brows. And I only shrugged, explaining that the door was locked.
"He hasn't notified us that the lecture is cancelled either," A person behind the crowd murmured, before he pushed through the crowd to where I stood, at the front of the door.
My eyes widened. It was Kim Namjoon. He had his signature rich boy white blouse, slacks and his attractively ceo looking coat, the colour of cream. He had ray-ban glasses and his blond hair slicked back.
He stared at me, long and hard. "Is the door really locked?" He asked, but there was doubt in his question. I snored, as much as I could, seeing as I was all clogged up in my synthesis. With my attempt at being snappy, he rolled his eyes.
"Of course it's locked, why would I lie?"
"Anyone would lie to get out of class and away from that shitty teacher," He had a small smile on his lips, but as soon as it was seen, it was gone.
It was true, he was always right when it came to common sense. "Should we just go?"
Namjoon flicked his wrist, and looked to the Rolex watch, which was surely worth more than all the clothes and jewellery in my closest, combined.
"It's been more th—"
Namjoon was cut off when one of the lecture teachers slipped through the chatting crowd, and towards the door, Key in hand.
The teacher was kind enough to smile our direction, even when someone could tell he was having a hard day. Sweat in his forehead, his hands shaking and his eyes hooded and tired.
"I'll unlock this for you guys, I'm sure your teacher will come so—" But his words were stuck in his throat, because as the for slid open, and the lights flicked on...
What we saw, was not what a normal person would see, something no one would ever want to see. Just the thought of seeing something like this, would make someone sleepless for weeks on end.
There were shrieks, screams of horror, the sound of vomit hitting the tiled floor, right next to my ears. Hands grasped my shoulders, tried to push me away, so I wouldn't see.
But it was too late.
Blood, every drip of the psychology teachers blood was splattered across the floor, the white board, his desk. Bits of organs, slipping out from the teachers stomach, as he lied dead on top his desk.
My mouth was dry, my eyes, unblinking.
This was horrifying, and I felt as though the nerves in my stomach would be thrown out of my throat and onto the floor at any second. To believe that only a second ago I was looking into the room, thinking no one was in there.
I couldn't look away from the teachers unblinking eyes. Wide, and angry looking. I may have not liked this teacher, but I had definitely not wanted him dead.
The body of my teacher, brutally murdered in his own comfort of his office.
The fill in teacher already seemed to be having a hard day. Imagine finding one of his work colleagues dead in front of your own eyes. His hands shook harder then before as he tried to pry the students away, his hand dialing the police as quick as he could.
I brushed the arm the teacher had bruised only yesterday, and shivered at the idea of knowing only yesterday he was alive. And as soon as reality hit like a truck, I turned to meet Namjoon's wide and scarred eyes. There was something deeper though, something like... regret...
I turned away from him, and his grip slipped off my shoulder as I left for the closest bathroom. Hoping no one followed.
