Double The Trouble

vii: the silent screams

Thick blood pouring out of the man's cold, lifeless body. He knew it too well, what the young man himself was into. A trap no one else could escape. A succubus world of the higher kind with a strong need for blood and torture.

I am a killer.

Jungkook's gut twisted at the thought of the mere innocents he had killed. Had he took a wife of her husband, a woman of her lover or worse, a child of his father? Whatever happened was not something himself could change and here was a reality check for him.

One cop down a day, one family member a day. A pair of hand tainted with nothing but hideousness, one that will never be able to wash it off. A big old city which was casted by the downpours of blood and tears. Lastly, an incontestably loathe of his whole existence by every men his old man owned. Hence, he wouldn't be surprise when the day those men would put a bullet into his skull themselves comes.

Just then, the doors to the manor had creak opened behind them and a pair of clicking stilleto was heard from a distance. It sounded again, closer now.

"What a pleasant surprise. Someone's here for you, my son."

Fucking hell and a fucking bullshit. What in the world was his father up to now? Talking as if everything was like a piece of crap before his eyes. A heartless, cold-blooded beast. But of course, he was no different.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I still have an important business meeting to deal with." His father dismissed and with just a sidelong glance, the younger one could clearly tell what the old man was thinking.

Jungkook only forced a smile and shrugged as if the bloody scene were nothing to worry about. Hiding every disturbed feeling, all too well for himself. But before he had the chance to recede his hand down, the murderous metal was taken out from his hold without him noticing. Now, the tables are turned and the thing he used to take countless lives was aimed through his chest. Fuck. Again, he mentally cursed.

Then there revealed before him, a rather quite tall blonde and skinned, deep blue-eyed young woman of his age. Was this some sort of a joke? Worse comes to worse. She was of the same kind. Deadly but not frightening enough.

"Tch, tch and tch. Just when I thought highly of you. How could you let your guard down that easily?" The clandestine damsel's bluish pair of spheres had then lit up like she just won a million dollar worth of credit and a wide grin mask onto her face was followed. "What a shame."

Stunned, the young teenage boy only scorned at her nonsensical remark and slowly, her malicious eyes had moved down to his chest. Letting her gaze travel over his body as another of the devious grin had spread to her plump lips before she took the candy stick out off her mouth.

Jungkook only wanted nothing but to puke.

"Don't move pretty boy or I'll shoot." Again, with the fucking brutish smile of hers. Obviously enjoying the scene.

"Give that thing back to me. I don't have time playing sick games with you." The galled young boy gritted his teeth. He wasn't all affrighted at the moment. Rather, he was pissed and wanted to play whack-a-mole with all the motherfuckers head he could possibly think of. Including her. Nobody else should contradicted him. No one. Not even the damn witch before him. "Fucking a reminder, you have been uninvited. Which only means Miss I-do-not-give-a-damn, better get the fuck out of my house before I use my second amendment rights and blow you the fuck away. "

"Aww, how sweet of you. Must not waste such rare-kind shot. I would definitely love that viscous flesh of yours inside me." The blonde head woman laughed bitterly. Her voice laced with quite less of an asian accent, hinting a mockery from her tone. Gladly, Jungkook himself was more susceptible from her insults. "I am well damn please, my beloved fiancé."