❛ * ･ﾟ ꒰ 🩸 : 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒐 ╱ insik & haneul ｡
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𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 into the winter air , ears tinged a bright strawberry hue , and every step forward formed chills that ran down the boy’s spine . from the past few years , five or maybe it was six , was when things started changing for him . the first few murders didn’t seem to be connected at all , even now , they weren’t connected in any way he could think of . however , they were always someone in a close proximity to him . perhaps someone in the same town , or someone who he had sworn he had encountered some way or another . that wasn’t possible , because the only way that could be true would be if he was the culprit behind it , right ? each nightmare had lead him closer and closer , as if a warning sign , a way to stop the madness before it engulfed everyone around him . the night before he had an interesting dream , he’d never been somewhere so scary , ruby liquid staining the floor and walls as if to decorate them . he had just wanted to wake up , because although these dreams would make him able to find these murders , he could never see the person’s face nor could he see anything that happened before or after . haneul was growing more and more anxious night after night , because so far this year there were only two or three cases he was aware of , so he had been expecting another dream sooner or later . once it came , he was ready , and waking up just in the middle of the night to catch this criminal once and for all was something he had been determined to accomplish .
deep breaths , keep your calm . why wasn’t he calling for backup ? well , who would believe him for seeing this crime scene in his dreams ? he was alone in this , and maybe he was falling right into a trap , but it meant everything to save one life . he had to be having these dreams to save at least one of them . it was too much to bear if he had lost another one , this was his responsibility . haneul hadn’t thought about the weather , though . crystalline feather - like flakes fall in silence as he trudged through , each step filled with uncertainty . the boy hugged his coat closer , shivering slightly , hoping this would be the last time he would ever do this . the last time he would come too late , and definitely the last time he witnessed another bloody mess .
shaky hands open the rusty door , leading him down a small staircase . it was dark , and his phone was the only source of light he was relying on . detectives can’t carry loaded weapons , and no one needed to know that he had painted a water gun black just to look intimidating . the only real protection he had was a tazor , and that was if he could even get close enough without getting attacked . suddenly the scene of his dream was before him , the exact setting , and he almost let out a soft gasp before seeing movement on the ground . “ are you alright ? oh my god ! you’re alive ! ” suddenly he’s taking off his jacket and putting around the other on the ground , “ can you walk ? do you know where who did this to you went ? ” relief laced his words , although the scene before him was absolutely awful , he was happy . haneul had waited for what had seemed like forever for this moment , the one time someone made it out alive . “ come with me , i’m a detective . i promise i won’t hurt you , we’ll take you somewhere safe first . ” he was so grateful that this was finally happening that he didn’t even care to ask anything else , wholeheartedly believing he had finally saved one person from the bloody cycle .
𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒉 bells ring vacant in his ears , as the distant glow of a hellfire sun dares to sink below that of a horizon lined in fragmented opal . the eye of a universe abandoned by god ---- or perhaps a timeline the divine was chased away from , clawed fingertips scratching at molten floors and bleeding the earth dry of all the beauty it had left , grabbing at the ankles of a god fallen from grace , and bringing mangled divinities to settle just as the sun sets behind the moon during a lunar eclipse ; hidden , without meaning , in a fit of darkness from which it may never recover , from which he may never recover . a silly thought to come across a mind already so distorted by the carvings set upon his rotting bones , truly ---- ancient lettering binding him to nothing but death and despair outlining his fate and wounding itself about the inner workings of his ribcage . for what is a boy silhouetted by the shadows of death meant to do , if not let those very same shadows grow darker and heavier within the light of an ever - fading sun ? what is the purpose of washing the blood from hands already stained a velvet crimson , or cleansing the mouth of a monster already filled with decayed flesh ? a monster is still a monster when hiding behind the kind eyes of a young boy , and death is still death when it’s brought upon by gentle hands .
the world falls far too silent when it snows , cars amiss and streets empty , leaving nothing but the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears as he shoves a cheap blade into the mouth of a man who , in his mind , deserves far worse . tongue cutout and forced down his throat , leaving him to suffocate on his own flesh and blood before the boy ( how do you make monsters out of boys ? ) drags the edge of that very same blade just across the throat of the chilling corpse , blood gushing from the wound , coating his chest , his clothes , the lithe fingers of the boy with more death on his hands than that of the grim reaper himself . the silver halo of the moon is soaked red and insik is gone to the thrill of the life lost at his hands , heart thrumming against the cracks in his ribcage , pounding , pounding , pounding ; let me out , let me out , let me out . the violent shrieks of a bleeding heart with too many tales to tell dares to expose the inner workings of his heart , the sins seeping from his hands , to the world just beyond the blood - splattered confines of the room he’s dared to make a morgue of , to give him over to his beloved , who he’s sure is scrambling to catch up to him with each never - ending tick of an upside down clock .
there’s no time , there’s no time , as the ice cold winds lick at the tips of his ears and all but whisper to him of the impending presence of he who he does all this for ; he who insik will cleanse the world of sin to please , who insik will play a game of cruel god for simply to ensure that the sun will shine upon him for just one more aching day . there’s no time to get out , to clean himself up , to dispose of the body he’d so carelessly bled dry but mere moments ago , there’s no time , and his heartrate picks up again ---- this time in something akin to panic , as opposed to an unsolicited sort of thrill , and he begins to move not of his own accord . disassociation , he all but blacks out as his subconscious takes over , disposes of the body in a way insik’s panicked mind would never have dared think of , and then drags his own feet , suddenly far too heavy against the floor , toward the door , the exit , his one and only escape .
he stops , fingertips touched with blood freezing over his flesh grace the doorknob , before pulling back once again . step , step , step . already ? so soon ? mangled heart trembles against ivory prison bars , excitement , infatuation , pure and unadulterated obsession licking at his veins and pouring into his bloodstream and leaving him somewhere between dying and to die for . my love , my love , my love ----
unwavering hands drag his own blade shallowly across his cheek , the base of his throat , before sheathing it into his abdomen , not deep enough to seriously wound him , but just enough to leave him bleeding around the double - edged silver . his own lifeline mixes with that of the life he just took , the one he just pried from unwilling hands and swallowed down as if it were his last meal , as if his love had promised him his heart in return of such a small and simple favour .
step , step , step .
drops himself to the ground , in the centre of the bloodied mess of his own creation , just as the door creaks open ---- he has to fight against his very will to not smile at the sight of he who he would take life , after life , after life for . the masque of the red death , it’s a pity he knows such a title must catch up to him eventually .
white hot tears burn down his cheeks , pink and hot with a self - inflicted fever , and with the blood staining near every inch of his skin . he lets out a pained gasp , broken and shaky , something all - too - practised , and yet entirely natural to all those unbenknownst of the blasphemy coating the inside of his mouth . ❛ p - please don’t hurt me anymore ! ❜ he cries , chokes on his own sobs and splutters blood not of his own veins . tremors wrack his frame and he winces as the coat is draped over his shoulders , frantically shaking his head with eyes blown wide with untamed fear . he coughs , gags , spits out more blood into his own lap before he allows himself to breathe , and to properly look at the other now standing before him . bambi eyes fill with something akin to relief , and his sobs break into something less terrified , and more reposed . ❛ y - you found . . . you found me --- “ words come out in stutters , in gasps for air and choked breaths as he gags on his own tears , on someone else’s blood in his mouth . ❛ c - can’t walk well , i - i think . . . they ---- they . . . think ‘m bleeding . ‘m stomach . . . ❜ and while lightheadedness does become him , the slurs in his words are feigned , forced , and yet portrayed with such practised eased that not even the cracks in heaven’s floors would allow a glimpse through his facade . ❛ mm . . . don’ know where they ---- ❜ another sob escapes bloodied lips , and he shakes his head frantically . ❛ they’re gon’ find me a - again . . . can’t go ---- please don’t let ‘em find me again ---- ❜ curls in on himself , fingers digging into the wound in his stomach , broken cries and drops of blood - touched saliva dripping down his chin . the perfect picture of a boy mangled by a monster with sharp claws and needle - pointed fangs , the perfect picture of a blasphemous child ready to hand his heart over to the hollowed out hands of a stranger he’d dare kill god for .
