Victim 2

As they buried the last minuet casket into the ground, Youngmin cried his eyes out, he wanted to be like his father, who hid his tears but he couldn’t. He stood by the grave after everyone left. It was getting dark and Youngmin stood at Kwangmin’s grave by himself.

“Kwangmin, I read your diary. I know I shouldn’t have, but because of reading that, I realized how much you mean to me. I love you too, little brother.” He sobbed. Youngmin suddenly heard foot steps behind him. He looked around nervously, but from the lack of light he couldn’t see anything or anybody. He released a shaky breath; he knew what was going to happen. He fell to his knees, he knew someone was there. “Kwangmin please w-wait for me.” He heard the foot steps coming closer. Tears began to fall from his eyes when he heard a click of a loaded gun. “Any last words Jo?” The man from behind asked. Youngmin slowly turned over his shoulder, “be prepared for hell.” Youngmin uttered, his tears still flowing down his cheeks. The man smirked and pulled the trigger. Youngmin fell to the ground lifeless in front of his younger twin’s grave.

The man took out his phone and dialed a number, “Hey, mission accomplished.” He said before turning away and leaving the cemetery, not knowing the big mistake that he did.

At the train station, a construction worker was nailing that read ‘shut down’ into the ground when an ominous wind blew. Pulling his jacket closer to himself he continued to hammer away until he heard a low sorrowful moan. He lifted his head and looked around, he was alone but he heard someone moan. The sound was coming from the train station. He walked up the steps to the station and looked around. “Hello? Is someone here?” He spoke up. “No one is supposed to be here this place is shut down!” He yelled out again. He then noticed a figure sitting on a bench. It was a boy in a school uniform, his bag sitting next to him. “Excuse me what are you doing here? Where are you parents?” The boy looked at the man and got up his eyes were dark and angry, he lifted his hand and the bench that he was just sitting on moments ago started to shake and move, the hinges creaking and squeaking as if some one was pulling it off of the cement. The construction worker began to back away, “easy now kid, take it easy.” Suddenly the boy began to cry, and he released a grieving scream, the bench snapped off its hinges and flew straight toward the construction worker who managed to some how jump out of the way before the metal bench flew into the bushes. The construction worker ran off in a terrified frenzy hoping that the police would believe what he saw.