THE GOLDEN SNITCH ⋕
Dissimilar to most his peers, Sehun did not enjoy physical violence. He did not enjoy the adrenaline rush, nor did he enjoy the thought of beating someone with his own two fists. For him to get someone else’s filthy blood on his hands he’d have to been either completely wasted or completely fed up. The latter had only ever happened once in his entire life, and he’d vowed to himself that he would never speak of that day since.
He didn’t need violence to watch someone suffer, for he had plenty of ways to do that from afar. One of which – his favorite, actually – was poison.
Toxicology wasn’t his favorite branch of science, but Sehun had elected it after digging up some rumors concerning the prestigious Mugunghwa University. Rumors that only made it clear to him that he would be needing all the help he could possibly get.
(Not that he really hated it, either.)
He felt as if venom into other people’s systems gave him a sense of superiority. It was sick of him, yes, but he’d never purposefully harmed anyone without having reason. Not once.
The people that he ruined; one way or another, they deserved it. Or at least, that was what he constantly told himself as he approached a dark duffel bag in the center of the fitness center’s locker room, with a good amount of colorless powder stuffed in the palm of his hand.
The complete asshole that the duffel bag belonged to – the one Sehun was planning on terminating – had raped a girl in a dark alleyway, right in front of Sehun’s eyes. Sehun had stumbled upon them by pure accident, and he recognized the man instantly, one of the regular students at Mugunghwa. It had appeared that the man also recognized Sehun, because when he’d taken notice of Sehun’s presence, he pulled away from the girl and shot Sehun a disgusting look before asking.
“You wanna share, pretty boy?”
The dirt beneath Sehun’s feet was more praiseworthy than that sorry excuse for a human being.
Which was why he opened the bag, grabbed the Tupperware with some sort of bread inside, and sprinkled the contents in his hand over the food.
Strychnine; a relatively small amount ingested would be enough to finish him off. It wasn’t as toxic as other poisons he could’ve gotten his hands on, but it caused one of the most horrific deaths one could imagine. Every muscle in his body would spasm violently until he died from exhaustion.
“Vermin.” He whispered, covering the box and returning it inside the bag. Ironically enough, the poison he’d chosen was also a common household pesticide. Perfect for the occasion.
It wasn’t long until he was zipping the bag back up and slowly backing away from the scene, all gone right according to plan, when he was met with the eyes of someone far too tall to be considered average.
It was a moment of hesitance, Sehun wondering if he should explain himself to the man, or if he should just get on his way. He chose the latter though, quite unsurprisingly, releasing a short huff and leaving the almost empty locker room that suddenly seemed a bit too chilly for his liking.
That was odd. He thought to himself as he left the door of the area, and was suddenly enveloped by the outside warmth.
"–I didn’t know the locker room had an air conditioner."