BRAINWASHED ~ Jisung

06

Four days ago, 1.27am.

Screams; tortured and terrified screams splintered through Jisung's eardrums, making him wince.

He snarled and beat the object in his hand against the head of the faceless person from which the sound came from.

An odd, gurgling yelp came from the faceless person beneath him. Strange, he mused, he hadn't heard that sound before... it sounded like they were choking on their own blood.

Intrigued, he hit them again, smashing the formless yet solid object into their face. Their small body slumped back against the floor, quiet and unmoving.

Simon says be a real life killer

Jisung turned to the other faceless person and he grinned at them.

You are all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

Tears rolled down their blank, empty face and their lip quivered as they backed up against the wall with nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

Jisung stepped closer to them and saw their lips moving frantically. Were they begging, pleading for him not to kill them? Jisung couldn't hear them... heavy bass riff and sharp synth sounds played in his mind, blocking out the faceless person's pointless pleas. He adjusted his grip on the object; his hand now slippery with blood.

You are all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

He lunged forward and swung the object down, smashing it into the side of the faceless person's head. They fruitlessly tried to block the impact with their arms but fear slowed their reactions and it collided into their head with a heavy thud and a crack.

Jisung dropped the bloodied object to the floor and grabbed the faceless person, dragging them onto the floor. Their head lolled to the side and saliva dribbled out of their mouth and onto the carpet. Dark red blood oozed from a cavernous dent in their skull; it dribbled down their face and pooled in the shallow bays where their eyes should have been.

Jisung pulled out another formless object from his pocket, smaller and lighter than the former. He plunged it into the faceless person's chest and their body spasmed, spitting more blood onto the carpet.

He stabbed them again and again and again.

Into their torso, their legs, their chest. Over and over and over.

Breathing heavily, he stood from the body, stepped over them and walked over to the other, smaller faceless person. He knelt and peered down at them; their mouth was ajar, capturing their last moments of terror on their otherwise featureless face.

Jisung's eyes then travelled down to their torso. He viciously stabbed them, puncturing holes into their body until he was out of breath.

He stood back up and threw the object to the ground then wiped his hands against his pants, the sticky, coagulated blood staining his jeans.

Someone mimicked the sound of a siren in his mind and he smiled to himself...

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

Jisung's eyes flicked open with a start at the screeching sound of his alarm going off. He blindly reached out and felt around with his fingers for his phone that was lying somewhere on the floor near his bed. He felt it just out of reach and groaned as he rolled his body over and finally grabbed hold of it, the high pitched beeping stabbing like needles into his eardrums. He swiped his finger across the screen, finally silencing the alarm and slumped back into his sheets.