The ghost

Two

The air is icy, cold and bitter, aching his lungs every time he took a deep inhale. Winter had come strong and aggressive, turning the world around him into a merciless beast that burnt his skin and numbed his nose. His tongue comes out to grace his purpling lips, licking the dulling numbness which is eating at them. His fingers were becoming fuzzy, tingling, itching to pull the trigger.

It wouldn't be long now.

His target is close, he knows that. Should be home any minute after a late night out cheating and getting drunk with some flimsy he probably didn't know the name of. He's been stalking him for four days now, in that time discovered his little secret habits he pathetically tries to hide from his wife. Though of course it is all useless as she already knew. In fact, she knew every naughty thing her unfaithful husband had been doing. All the cheating, gambling, drinking and drug parties the business man had been so weakly trying to hide.

She knew better though, a smart women, smarter than her worthless husband understood. So when she discovered it all, every brutal detail she snapped. Realising what a pig the man she married is she decided fuck it! He's worth more to her dead than he is alive. Insurance pays far more than the man could ever offer her.

That's where Jungkook came in. Killer for pay. The man who excepts any offer or client thrown at him. He doesn't understand the word no. Never turned down any chance to kill. Not when it felt so good, so exhilarating and mind numbingly euphoric. The moment he took someone's life it was like something ignited with inside himself. Warming his entire body and consuming him until he felt only bliss.

He could've done anything with his life, been anyone he wanted but he chose this. Chose to be a killer for hire as ultimately that's all he's ever wanted to be. He's practically trained for this his whole life. Studied martial arts from the age of four, combat training at six and acrobats seven. Learnt how to fire a gun before he even hit middle school. He could use a knife with skill and take out an opponent in less than a minute by the age of ten.

His father had been a paranoid man, one who thought of the worst possible outcome then doubled it. He imagined death would come strike at any time, at any moment and one had to be prepared. He taught Jungkook everything, the skills he bares all thanks to his overprotective father.

Jungkook couldn't go anywhere without at least three concealed weapons on his person. Knife slotted in his back, gun holstered to his side and small switch blade tucked into his ankle. Ready to be used if danger ever arose. Jungkook must admit it did more times than he'd have expected. Guess he looked like one of those kids who could be messed with.

Oh how wrong they were.

Life took an unexpected, rather dark turn though when his father was violently murdered in the sanctum of his home when Jungkook had only been fifteen. It almost killed him, actually it did as from that moment on he no longer had a soul. Didn't laugh, didn't smile, didn't show any emotions as that showed weakness and weakness is what kills you.

Jungkook made it his life's purpose to find who broke into his home and axed his father to death. Left his mangled body on the foul floor of their kitchen with his neck barely hanging on by its tendons. If he had only one purpose in life it was this. Hunting down and murder the bastards.

When he did eventually capture the three men, three crack addicts who broke into his house in search of drug money but instead found his father. They caught his father by surprise, on a Friday night when he'd always relax for an hour with a small glass of scotch. His one luxury his father allowed himself, perfect timing to sneak in and steal and apparently murder.