A.N: Random Story idea from October.

Kim HanBin: The Serial Killer
It’s difficult to cover up a murder, but that’s not to say it’s impossible…

Theme
A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold
&
Corrupted - McFly

Type
Short Story (5,000-7,000 words)

Genre
Black Comedy, Twisted Romance, Thriller, Occasional Crack

Fandom
Ikon

Characters
[Main] Kim HanBin
[Minor] Kim JiWon, Kim JinHwan, Kim DongHyuk, Koo JunHoe, Song YunHyeon & Jung ChanWoo
[O.C’s] Kae, Bang KyungNae
[Cameo] YG Artists

Start Date
7th October 2016

End Date
--/--/--

Warnings
Swearing, Substance Addiction, Abuse (Mental/Physical/Emotional), Graphic Murder, , , Dark/Depraved ual Themes.

Description

After building up a year’s worth of courage, Kim HanBin writes out his feelings in a letter. He plans to give it to his long-time crush at the end of the school day, but the class bully comes across the gem whilst looking through the outsider’s desk for his lunch money.

Eight hours later, Kim HanBin is a murderer. He is still heartbroken from the rejection and social humiliation he had endured earlier, and now has a corpse on his hands. Taking booze from his flighty Aunt’s stash while she is out with yet another man, he indulges himself and quickly finds himself dragged into a world of insanity when he sees something he shouldn't.

After a single, silly mistake, HanBin finds his neck on the block with the kind of people he had always tried to avoid at any cost. He also finds out that it is both a great, and terrifying thing, that his new neighbour is a professional killer...and a maniac.

Snippet:

The pair watched the lights for the whole block go out not long after the apartment’s electricity shut down. Varying degrees of complaints echoed from their neighbours and throughout the surrounding apartment complexes.

Sighing at the kerfuffle that her captive had caused, the woman ran her bloodied hand over her face. "You're a , aren't you?" Her exasperated sigh went unnoticed due to the brunet’s attention focusing more on the actual words.

HanBin stuttered from his cowering position in the corner of the verander. "W-w-w-what do you mean?" Blinking madly, the boy waved his hands tightly by his chest.

"I meant that this is the first person you've ever killed, but after that reaction...I'm guessing you still have your cherry too." The bodacious woman quirked her brows with a smirk despite the gruesome task she had taken to.

Temporarily forgetting his situation, the captive bit at the bitter air. "Don't be so vulgar."

The sanguine splattered female scoffed a curt chuckle without so much as a glance to him. "Puhah." Arms up above her head as she climbed on the stacks in the corner of the balcony, the bleach blonde’s frame jittered with strain.

Eyes wide, the younger male made discombobulated motions with his hands as he tried to explain. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to kill him."

"That's usually how it happens...The first time."

His flapping and warbling pitch levelled. A seriousness took over his tone. However, the deer-in-the-headlights expression refused to falter. "I'm not planning on doing it again!"

Faffing around in the dark just before dawn, the blonde stood on a plastic storage box with one foot as the other rested on the metal balcony rail to keep herself steady. "That's what they all say, but you get a taste for it surprisingly easily, y’know?" Ample chest rising and falling heavily, her breath condensed as soon as it hit the frigid air.

"That's sick."

"No, sick is dropping somebody on electric mains. That stinks forever.” She told matter of fact and leaned a little to her left to pay her live company some mind. “You just can't ever get rid of that damn crispy fragrance," she wriggled her fingers in front of his face. Content with the expression of horror she had caused, she straightened up and stuck her nose in the air. in a lung full of the air as if she was smelling fresh coffee, she stretched. "Don't you just love the smell of perfectly melted faces in the morning?"

Face twitching somewhere between aversion and perplexity at the gruesome remark and the even more heinous crimes which had transpired over the last twelve hours, HanBin had no idea how it had come to this. Moreover, the pleasant warmth swelling in his loins due to the explicit shot of under- from his spot on the floor most likely didn’t aid his comprehension in the slightest.

What started as an accident had embroiled him in a harrowing situation peppered with some very tempting scenery. Although he would never utter anything close to the words in his head words, especially whilst the woman looming over him was close. He had seen her stab a man to death not two hours ago, after all.

He had been having an arduous day caused by a slew of misfortunes. He was laughed out of his class over his life’s defining moment of dorkdom, he’d run over a neighbour’s pet cat and then had to lie to their face even though parts of the Hell spawn were still stuck in the grill of his shed-on-wheels, and then he had been caught peeking on his new female neighbour who he had yet to even speak so much as a “Hello” to.

Still, she did not scream at the lecherous act. But then again, that was probably down to her driving a hunting blade into the chest of a middle aged man as she rode him in the centre of her living room. He was sure that to be able to pull off that kind of activity with a smile whilst the curtains were open guaranteed a certain amount of self-confidence, or at least a lack of shame. He would have been more surprised if she had suddenly decided to cover herself and let out a feminine cry.

The reality of the matter was much different, however. He had been dangling from his own balcony, a floor above, when she had noticed him; his face drained ghastly white, his mouth fell ajar, and his eyes stretched so wide that is was bewildering how they managed to stay in his skull.

She – The bleached blonde from the floor below - had leapt up from her bloody perch and staggered across the minimalistic space. The crazy look in her eyes plus the fact she bolted for him like a raging bull filled him with adrenaline – and pure, unadulterated fear. He had tried to shimmy his way down the battered tow rope he was using, but luck had been avoiding all day. Why it should change when he was in mortal peril was moot. Ragging the patio doors open, she lurched over the railing and took the rope which supported him. After an impromptu introduction of shrieks and begging – on his part – the woman had heaved him up close enough to grab him by hand. Dragging him up from escaping with nothing but brute strength, she threw him into the corner of the balcony.

Which brings us to the present: Partially.

Hell, right now, she was using the exact same knife as earlier in her growling attempt to cut the now-dead power line which started at the floor of his own balcony and ran all the way to a sixteen foot pole planted in the parking lot around forty yards away. She hadn't even cleaned the blood off of the blade and with each sawing motion, little specs of the poor bastard's blood splattered onto the top of his head.

'Stay: die. Run: still probably die.'

He was in a very, very bad situation but those humongous s jiggling freely in that cropped white t-shirt told him to rethink his plan of making a run for it when the patter of rain dampened the white cloth.

Die......Die......

'You're probably going to die either way, so stay for the ', his other brain gave up on weighing up the pros and cons. Just when he was about to give in to the thought of dying happily, a hefty thunk dropped at his feet. It would have been mostly ignored amongst the usual yelling of the other apartment occupants, but a horrific stink of charred flesh forced its way up his nose. Covering his face with both hands, the pungent stench was so strong it stung his eyes.

Hopping off of her platform, the blonde grunted as her bare feet hit the rough concrete. Taking the carton of cigarettes from the outer window sill, she shook the pack by until a single stick hit her lips. Puckering the cork, the woman pulled the carton away and shoved it in her pocket. Lighting the end of the white stick, she crouched down.

her vice so hard it made the embers eat down an eighth of the cigarette, the glow illuminated her captive’s pasty face. Attempting to sniffle her nose clear, the blonde crouched down in front of the brunet. Pinching a piece of the cloth covering her shoulder, she rubbed the sweat, soot, and blood from her eyes.

Watching the woman’s actions through desperate eyes, the brunet HanBin’s tongue peeked past his lips when even more of the woman’s body was displayed.

“You owe me.” The rough words cut through his fantasies.

“Huh?”

“Do you think this is a peepshow?”

“W-what?”

She had seen him. Not once, but by her inflection, every single time. By the tone in her voice, she seemed…

Looking up, the woman loomed over him. Sweat covering her skin, and blood covering the majority of what was clothed, smudged kohl lined eyes bore down on him. Chalk white skin didn’t show so much as a flush from her heavy breathing. Instead, a grin stretched so far it almost seemed painful as it pulled at full lips. Black lined eyes turned up into crescents.

“You owe me, right?”

A.N:

An unedited story snippet from an October fic idea which I never got around to finishing.  (So much Crack in the notes though. JFC.)

I thought a few might get a laugh out of the ery.