[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

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Gone

The door slammed shut and I flinched.

Someone slow-clapped behind me and I turned around. "Great job Agust D, you fucked up." V said.

I rolled my eyes. "And what do you mean by that?" I put a hand on my hip.

He winced. "You didn't have to be that hard on him. He really likes you."

"Stop being stupid." I tried to walk past him but he grabbed me. I managed not to punch him, but he looked ready for it anyway.

"I hope you understand what you just said." He warned.

I shook his grip off of me. "Of course I do. I don't like him. I don't want to even see his face. Why would you care?"

"I'm his friend."

"No, you're not." I paused and he licked his lips. "No one can be friends with that psychopath."

He sighed and looked down. "Okay. Just ignore it then." He turned and walked away.

-

Jimin

I walked down the sidewalk, my hands in my pockets and my head hung. Honestly, the sunny scene didn't fit my mood. It was cold, too. Too hot to wear my leather jacket but too cold without it.

Stupid.

There was nowhere to go. I passed by those alleys, and that gas station. Out of curiosity, I backtracked to the one alley. The one with the girl that I'd murdered. For no reason, apparently.

I gagged. "Oh god."

She was still there, in the same position. The blood was dried and the sticker was still on her face. I gagged again. I couldn't stand it there. The smell, ew.

It was a long time to walk, but I eventually made it back to where I stayed with Taehyung. Where I took Agust when I kidnapped him.

It was an abandoned building. I think it used to be an apartment complex. No matter, because it was totally barren. 

Taehyung and I had made the basement into a lab for him, a single bedroom with two beds, and what I liked to call a "torture room." Of course, I couldn't get to torture anyone frequently. I had no opportunities and I couldn't anyway.

I found myself standing in that torture room. Blood stained the ground, but it wasn't too bad. The chair was gone. I guess Taehyung moved it. But the rope was still there.

I knelt down and balled it up in my hands. When had I started crying? Damn, a person like me wasn't supposed to cry. I wiped my eyes on my sleeve and sniffed my tears away.

You can learn anything online. How exactly to murder someone or how to get away with it. The list goes on. Not too many years ago I learned how to tie a noose. It came in handy for getting away with murders sometimes.

There. A pretty, perfect noose laid limp in my hands. "Hm." I raised it up, staring at the whole. Then through it. My eyes met the back of the room. They trailed up and to the roof.

"PRAY!"

"EYES TO GOD!"

"EVIL!"

"SINNER!"

"SATAN'S CHILD!"

I felt the tears fall down my cheeks to my ears, my neck sore from staring at the sky. What was there to see? I saw no god, only storm clouds. The grass pricked my knees.