Psychotic Yoongi

Yoongi silently makes his way into a narrow alley, eyes locked onto his target. His target paused in movement, making him stop too, and hid behind a conveniently placed wall so as to not get seen.

His target was a pretty little boy, about 16 years of age. He lived near this alleyway and use this route often as a shortcut. He had no family and people were too jealous of his looks to make friends with him. Living a sad and lonely life, he dreaded waking up the next day. Luckily, he piqued Yoongi’s interest, and Yoongi is going to make his wish of disappearing from this world a reality.

Yoongi picked this boy as his next target because no one would miss him even if he was gone. No one would bother to ask about his disappearance and the police of this town were just a bunch of useless old men.

Yoongi twirled his knife and light reflected off it in a menacing manner. He felt that the two of them were deep enough into the alleyway that nobody would be able to hear and intrude upon his fun.

The boy finally felt that something was wrong and tried to use his crappy excuse of a phone to contact the police, but Yoongi was fast enough to snatch it away.

Yoongi ruthlessly tossed the phone onto the ground and stomped on it harshly, the device making a satisfying crunching sound.

Yoongi smiled. The minds of humans are just too similar, he knew their actions even before they made it, almost making it look like he could read minds.

Clamping his left hand over the boy’s mouth, Yoongi pushed the former onto the wall closest to them. He stuffed a ball of cloth he had prepared beforehand into his victim’s mouth so that he could not call out for help.

The boy was too weak and malnourished that any attempt to escape from Yoongi’s grasp was all for naught.

Yoongi patiently waited until the boy used up most of his strength, all the while maintaining his delighted smile.

He liked it when his victims struggled, otherwise it would be quite boring.

The boy slumped in Yoongi’s hold and fearfully looked at Yoongi’s face. Scared witless by the killing intent Yoongi was emitting, the boy’s bladder promptly relaxed, and liquid flowed down the pretty boy’s legs, staining the light brown pants in urine.

Yoongi smelled the odour that wafted up from below and his eyes darkened. His lips dropping from his initial smile to a displeased frown. He really liked this pair of shoes.

“Tsk.”

Yoongi grabbed the boy’s collar and pulled him up so that they were at the same eye level.

“Look at what you’ve done. I really liked this pair of shoes. But now your piss contaminated it. I’ll have to throw it away now.”

After speaking, Yoongi’s eyes glinted with an eerie light.

“Since you’ve dirtied my shoes, I won’t let you off easy today.”

Yoongi raised his knife and dragged the tip of it lightly on the boy’s cheek.

“Should I start here? … But ruining your pretty face would be a pity.”

Yoongi voiced his thoughts out loud. He liked it when his prey knew what he is thinking. It would add to fear they would be feeling and he liked seeing the despair in the eyes of his victims.

“I think… Ooh, your arms look so pale and pretty… I wonder how it would look with the colour red. I bet it would look beautiful. What do you think?”

Yoongi asks with a crooked smile.

The boy squirmed and his eyes were wide in panic.

Yoongi could practically smell the desperation exuding from the boy. Although the boy wants to disappear, he was still afraid of pain.

Small little squeaks of pleading could be heard from the restriction of speech by the cloth.

“Hahaha…”

Yoongi laughed excitedly.

The sharp end of the knife softly touched the bare skin of the left bicep of the boy. Yoongi put in more and more pressure until the knife was half a centimetre in the red flesh of his prey.

Blood flowed from the wound and the boy screamed in pain and started struggling harder.

But this just excited Yoongi further, and the wound also got bigger from the knife that was still in the boy’s arm.

Yoongi, who was stronger than the smaller boy, held his victim down with more strength while starting to move the knife down the boy’s arm.

Blood dripped from the boy’s elbows and onto the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Yoongi licked his lips and continued his actions and cut a line all the way to his prey’s wrist.

Ahh… So beautiful…

Yoongi admired the long cut he made.

Blood oozed out from the wound in large amounts, smearing the boy’s arm with thick, red substance. It looked ethereal, and Yoongi’s fingers moved on its own accord to touch it.

Blood covered the tip of his fingers, its colour captivated Yoongi and he thirsted for more blood.

More…

With fevered eyes, Yoongi used the knife to slice open the shirt the boy was wearing, revealing more beautiful white skin for him to make into an art piece.

In the end, Yoongi left many beautiful carvings on the boy’s body for the police to find. He considered the boy one of his best pieces that he found and made.

The boy unfortunately died only 30 minutes after Yoongi started, out of pain or blood loss was not known, but it made Yoongi quite upset. But considering the boy had left such a beautiful canvas for him to carve on, Yoongi forgave him a little.

By the time Yoongi cleaned up all evidence and tracks that could lead to him, it was already past midnight. He had school in the morning, and he had already skipped lessons and had suspension too many times that if he didn’t go today, he would be expelled.

Yoongi couldn’t let that happen. He only started attending this school recently. Due to certain circumstances, he had to keep moving from town to town for temporary shelter.

He was too lazy to look for another town to move in to. And if you ask why he still attended school and not just quit altogether, well, the stupid government made it compulsory to have 15 years of education. Yoongi will be charged for not completing the necessary years and he didn’t have enough money for the sentence.

He will go to school later on, but of course, he wouldn’t listen to any of the boring subjects that are being taught.

The surprising thing is, Yoongi still had straight A’s. His brain had this talent to store any information in it that was within hearing distance, even if he was asleep. And he had photographic memory too, so just going through the textbook once would be enough for him to get excellent marks.

The school actually didn’t care whether Yoongi went to school or not, with him having good marks and all, but people would start to question the school’s integrity and their reputation would drop, so they had to get Yoongi back.

Yoongi thought this was all crap, but he had no choice.

Putting his knife back into the right sleeve of his hoodie, Yoongi draped the hood over his face, and a black mask for extra measures, to cover up his identity in the case that someone coincidentally saw him walking out of the alley and connect him to the murder that happened in the same place.

Reaching home and washing off all the dirt, not forgetting to throw away the shoes, Yoongi flopped onto the bed with a satisfied smile.