MASKED MADNESS //taekook//

Who started this?

//???//
The alley was dark, it was long and smelled like shit, all that could have been heard was screams, who is screaming? oh yea, him. This guy that has been releasing rumours on who he was, who his real identity is, making people suspicious. That guy.

The guy was crawling thorugh the floor, nails digging deep on the concreet filled with dirt, he was screaming at the dead of the night hoping his voice was heard, but he knew. he knew too deep down that nobody would care if they saw the man standing right behind him, but he couldnt help it, the little bit of hope that was in him wanted to run and hide, wanted warmth and love that his computer his followers gave him. He wanted to go back to his old life as a writer, write stories nobody believed other than naive kids. He missed those days but who could he blame? he picked this, he picked that 250.000 dollars that was standing right on top of that table. He tought nobody would know, no body would catch on, he was wrong. For the first time in his life he regretted beeing a writer.

It was silent, too silent, he was crawling but his screams had stopped, he saw light. The light of the street across from him, yes, yes this was his chance. He tried his best, he digged deeper and deeper he wanted to be away, away from the monster right behind him. He knew he was there, the low unamused breathing coming from the mask from the other side made it obvious that he was there, his expensive shoes that probably costed more than his life hitting against the concreet right behind his own feet. Oh does that sound make him regret everything.

"i dont wanna get ur hopes up.. but do you really think you can run?" 
"oh wait sorry i forgot you cant"

He let out a soft giggle, he found the joke hilarious but wouldnt let anyone know, He looked down on the man that was crawling to save his life, the closer to the street they got the more the man tried to crawl. It made him laugh at how pathetic he looked thinking HE would let him go. Everybody knows not to mess with him, everybody knew* not to mess with him. Even if he got to the street nobody would help him, oh how helpless he looked, but it brought joy to the younger watching him be hopefull even for a second. Something he forgot how to do long ago.

"you are getting on my nerves"

The younger stepped on one of the mans legs making it bend to the side, The man under him let out a shriek of pain, Tears were now rolling down his face. He knew this was his end.

"Should i start with your legs that dared to run away from me?, or the sinfull fingers that knowinly wrote fake stories about my identity?"

Nothing came from the mans mouth other then soft sobs, the alley was now filled with little sobs and the sound of nail hitting the floor. What a terrible mixture the younger tought.

"Okay then, i will start with your legs cus you are already making this boring for me and i dont have much time to waste."

He let his bat fall down to his side, the sound of the sharp objects stuck to it making a small cling sound. He took some more steps forward now standing on top of the poor man. What could he do? he didnt want him to move and he didnt have his usual stuff with himself so this had to do.
He lifted his bat upwards making a small 'shh' sound to the older under him. 
He swung the bat down hitting the mans leg and sticking the nails on the bat deep into his skin, as if the force of a bat hitting his leg wasnt enough, the feeling of cold metal rusty nails digging deep into his skin made the man under him shrink and cringe at the feeling. The pain settled a few seconds later, forming a smile on the youngers face, it was just so fullfilling hearing the mans screams for help.

"Please.. please have m-mercy on me.. i-i beg y-you.. p-please..."

"Shh now, we are just gettin started.. lets have some more fun shall we?"

||MORNING: 5AM||
He lifted his face upwards, seeing some lights forming from the apartments next to him, it was moring. He slowly got up from his crouching possision, He could hear people talking on the phone, going to work, smell the horrible yet addicting smell of smoke and coffee, another pitifull day had started.

He looked down on the corpse of a man that was alive a few hours ago, how long has he been standing here? Doesnt matter. The man below him looked horrible, he had the side of his face completely smashed, no teeth only to be replaced by blood, one of his eyes was blood shot while the other looked like it wasnt there anymore. His body was worse, His neck was ripped open revealing nothing other than veins and blood. One of his legs comletely torn open and thrown to the side, the other one was broken, the younger had made sure there werent any bones left to break. Oh and the torso, it made the younger cringe by just looking at it, he had torn open his chest and broken his ribcage, The man at the moment was laying on his face but it wasnt very noticable because of his broken neck.

"another night.. man im tired"

He streched where he was, his hands clothes shoes and his mask (as he liked to call it) was now decoraded by blood. 

"might aswell go home" the boy said looking at his watch.

He took his backpack that was at the other end of the alley and headed home from one of the secret ways he had made during his job. This sounds depressing and tiring but the younger truly enjoyed his job, he might sometimes sound like he dislikes it and ofc it has a lot of ups and downs but he wasnt gonna end it here. He had a goal to reach and his people needed him. Yes this made him skip school and work, but the thrill made it enough for the younger to continue this for 5 months now, at first it started off as something small but the more he did it the more pleasure he found in it, this was way better than fucking girls or messing around with drugs, this truly made him relax and thats what he needed, relaxation. Knowing full whell he was going to be the owner of the huge company known as XXX owned by his wealthy mother also known as Mrs.XXX was a big responsibility, he wasnt sure if he was ready to take it but did he have a saying in it? no. The only exciting part was that he was finially gonna be known, He finially was going to replace and take his fathers place. He was gonna be the Mr.Kim.


(wheeze i remember i wanted 2 say something here but i totally forgot what it was so ya)