Black Pearl - Chanyeol

Aah! Korean pop music was so calming, even though I couldn't understand all the words. I was listening to Black Pearl by EXO. 

'She's my black pearl!' I sang along - out of tune of course and tried to ignore my parents shouting for me to come downstairs and eat lunch. I listened until the song was finished and hopped downstairs. My parents asked what I was doing. I replied: Nothing! 

Humming along, I couldn't concentrate on my food. Black Pearl was so hypnotising! My brother lifted his head to look at me and I stopped humming immediately, as if someone cut of the power lines and there was a black out.  Finishing my food, I told my family I needed to go to the toilet. I didn't.

Heading to my room, I noticed my phone lying on the ground, already at the song Black Pearl. I shrugged and came to the conclusion that I may have left it there. I pressed play and listened. After it finished, I expected it to move on to Haru Haru by Big Bang but it stayed on Black Pearl. Confused, I looked at the music setting to find that it was put on repeat twelve times! I didn't do that.

'That is so weird...' I turned it on to Haru Haru and lay down. It started of as Haru Haru would start but the chorus began: 'She's my black pearl!' 'What the heck?!'

Even though I loved EXO, it was starting to get on my nerves so when I actually went to the toilet I found peace and quiet.  I thoroughly washed my hands and examined myself in the mirror. My eyes were such a dark brown - they almost looked black. Many people had told me that my eyes were mesmerizing and I thanked them but I didn't believe it. 

I bent back down to dry my hands and looked back up and myself. I wondered to myself if any of the EXO band would like someone like me. Probably not. I frowned and focused on my surroundings. The mirror made them look to cool. I noticed something similar to a shadow. It wasn't mine. I wasn't that tall. I turned around to find Chanyeol from EXO in front of me. Gobsmacked, I just stared at him in awe.  Chanyeol was in front of me! 

Chanyeol wasn't smiling. He just looked at me. At my eyes. I bet he wondered if they were black or not. All of a sudden, he began to sing. His voice was terrifying, unforgiving, and brought a chill in the bathroom. He whispered lightly: 'She's my black pearl.' I wanted to hear more but he grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the wall. The last thing I saw was the contrast of crimson to the deathly white.

ONE HOUR LATER

'Maddison! Come down at once! It's been one hour since you said you needed to go to the toilet. Get out now or I'm coming in!' Maddison's mother braced herself and smashed the door down. She couldn't even bring herself to scream. The sight she saw scared the hell out of her. Her daughter's beautiful, round, black/brown eyes had been gouged out. Her daughter had a smile on her face, a grin - embracing the running blood.

Maddison's mother ran into her daughter's bedroom - looking for any clues to do with her death. Her phone was on the MemoPad app. The text said: She's my black pearl. 

 

Angel - Baekhyun

Chanyeol and Baekhyun strolled across the pier, chuckling and both looking at what Chanyeol had in his hand. He whispered something to his best friend and they began to sing out of tune.

'She's my black pearl!' It was as if nothing had happened. To the untrained eye, it seemed like two mates had been drinking a few drinks and where making up songs. No one knew the real truth. Chanyeol had just succeeded the most daring dare that anyone had ever dared in their life. He had brought back not one, but two black pearls. It was time for Baekhyun to complete a dare and everyone knew that he would do it. He didn't get the nickname 'Brave Bacon' for nothing.

'Well, let me see... I want you to get, erm, an angel!' Baekyun almost jumped in the air but he was aware of people watching him. He whispered excitedly, 'Yes! You gave me the best dare!' Chanyeol raised his eyebrows but Baekhyun knew that he was impressed already. Chanyeol was funny, witty and intelligent. Baekhyun was creative, smart and logical. They made the best team. 

The youths walked in a comfortable silence that was shared by both for a bit - each thinking about the dare and then parted. 'Bacon' was meant to go home but he hung around the streets, looking for his 'angel'. It was getting cold so he entered a pub which was fairly quiet. It allowed him time to think and observe. Taking some swigs of beer, he noticed a woman with a young child dressed in white. Perfect. He wiped the foam off his mustache, threw notes at the waitress and walked outside. Baekhyun stayed a big distance away from them but kept them in sight.

As they approached what seemed to be their home, Baekhyun ran behind them like a ninja and smashed each of their heads on the brick wall before they could acknowledge his presence. Now, for the easy bit. His tongue hung out as he grabbed the woman and twisted her head, breaking her neck. He did the same for the girl. Once he was sure they were dead, he reached for this ear - Baekhyun had balanced a Swiss Army Knife there and it was time to use it. He sang lightly, translating Korean words to English.

'As your guardian angel I will protect you from the wind..'  Humming the rest of the tune, he dug the knife in the woman's neck and sliced three quarters of the way, then tugged at the newly severed head. 'Head. Check. Dress. Nearly. Wings. Almost.' He tore the dress of the little girl, thankful that she had a top and jeans underneath and threw her body over the balcony. 'Head. Check. Dress. Check. Wings. Almost.' He took a last look at the woman before skinning both her arms. All he needed was the veins and he would have the structure for the wings. Making sure no blood splattered all over him, he tore the veins off the woman, collected the head and dress, and left as swiftly as he had come.

Running back home, he swept up some cobwebs and glued the veins together to form wing structures. He used the cobwebs as feathers and stapled the dress the the head. Baekhyun left his project for a while to look for a glass box... His trophy case, that should do. Carrying it back, he noticed the bedroom window opening slightly. The wind must have been blowing a lot! He lay down the box and stuck the head/dress combination down. 'Bacon' stopped to admire his work for a moment but then stuck the wings in.

'My angel.' He sighed happily. Now, all he wanted to do was get some sleep but he needed to call Chanyeol to inform him of the success. Dialling his best friend's number, he felt a tap on the shoulder. It was Chanyeol.

'Good word, mate! Yes, I know you had a feeling it was me opening the window... But anyway, well done!'.

 

Peter Pan - Sehun

'I wish Kris was here so we could have fun... I'm just stuck at university.' I said to myself, bored to death at studying. Maybe I could have a secret party... without my 동료* , Kris. My thoughts were dismal, he was the big brother of the group: funny, nice and caring. Reluctantly, I turned to study but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Probably people asking for me to do their homework. I rose from the floor and unlocked the door. I opened the door ever so slightly. On the other side was Luna - a smart girl that was obsessed with my role in the song 'Peter Pan'. Great.

'What, Luna?' I made my tone annoyed, as if she was an obnoxious dog that couldn't stop barking. She stared back at me without saying anything so I began to close the door. It was ajar when she began to talk, her voice was a whining wolf that was begging for food.

'I just wanted to say that, well, you, erm, you're invited to my party in my dorm. Don't worry! It's not just you - Tao is coming too and some other people as well.' She fumbled for an invitation and looked up at me apologetically. When she'd found it, the moment between her giving the card to me lasted a bit longer than necessary. Our fingers touched and I made a mental note to wash my hands after studying. Thanking her, I shut the door and finished my studying. I needed to have some fun - and not just at a stupid party that was meant to be kept secretive. There were surely some snitches amongst those that had been given an invitation. I looked back at the door to make sure it was closed and got ready for the job interview. I needed a job to keep me stable so what better than a waiter. 

Prying off my trainers, I thought about getting te job and getting my own money to support myself. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I wasn't someone who usually got nervous but this was an exception. I peeled off my trousers and shirt to swap them for a tuxedo. Kris would be so proud of me! After I'd finished changing, I grabbed my phone and left prison - I mean university. I didn't notice Luna behind me.

I asked for many directions and maps before I finally got to the building. It looked strangely daunting. I walked in and a person immediately caught my eye. There was a young adult, a bit older than me, sitting next to the window. His hair was a light blond and he resembled Kris in every way, shape or form. I decided to sit next to him and give a little 'Hi'. He passed a quick glance over me and I felt his eyes scorch my suit. Then, he took a good look at me and stared. He was surprised. I looked at him too and was the mirror image of his shock. 

'Kris?' I whispered, controlling the urge to shout and jump and chat in Korean. The reply that came out of his mouth made me over the moon.

'Sehun? My little 형제*! How have you been? I missed you so much!' Kris leaned forward to hug me but realised that people were watching him so leaned back in his chair. Apparently, he was applying to be a waiter as well! I hoped that we would work together!

'Kris Wu and Oh Sehun to room eleven, please.' Hearing our names, we got up simultaneously and walked towards the room. The interview went quickly and there was really nothing to be worried about. All I was worried about was not being with Kris. As we turned to exit the building, Kris tapped me on the shoulder, a look of bewilderment was plastered to his face. I looked around and saw Luna standing, waving and shouting on the other side of the automatic doors. Damn.

'Oh Sugar. Honey. Ice. Tea. It's that little,' I took a deep breath, 'it's a girl that keeps annoying me. Bye Kris, I have to sort her out. See you at work!' I shouted as I left him, grinning like a weirdo. Luna walked towards me and I noticed that she was wearing make up. She looked different... In a good way. 'Was that Kris?! Oh my God! Two members of EXO were standing before my eyes!' She squealed like the pig that she really was and began to explain that she was applying to be a waitress. I was crestfallen but tried to look interested since there was nothing else I could have done. 

_________  THAT NIGHT ________

I pulled a random shirt out of my wardrobe and did the same for my trousers and shoes. Those were the clothes that I was going to wear for the event. Tying my laces, I thought about my plot and went over it to make sure there were no flaws or holes. Nope... I grabbed my phone because I knew I would need it and made a quick exit. 

Wandering through the corridors, I struggled to find her dorm but followed her room-mate, Wara, to the dorm. She was about to shut the door in my face but I managed to explain that I was invited for the party.

'Where's your invitation, Sehun?' She said lamely. Damn, it wasn't like I was trying to steal a flipping car, got stopped by the police and needed ID. I showed her it and she hesitated before letting me in. The room was immaculate, everything was neat and... girly. There was a girl sitting on the bed, crouched over something. It was Luna, doing her homework.

'Hey, Luna. Do you want me to help you with your homework?' I asked. She looked up at me and smiled. Nodding eagerly, she passed the pen to me and I explained the answer to her. 'And that is the reason why X is 11.5 and Y is 4.25.' She thanked me and we began to walk out of her room. This was going exactly as I planned. I took her hand (yuck) and lead her to the staircase that seemed to go on forever. She stepped in front of me and began to lean forward - was she trying to kiss me? Hell no! - and that was when I struck. 

My blows rained down on her face and I pushed her down the winding stairs. Blood began to seep from , oozing out of her cuts and she started to whimper. I ran down the stairs and kneltdown to sing.

'You were prettier than Wendy, Cinderella...' I let me voice trail off and let her close her eyes. Then, I shouted, I beat her, yelling like a madman. 'You WERE prettier. You WERE!' I beat and beat until my knuckles had enough. Her eyes flickered for a moment then stopped. I felt for her pulse but there was none. My job was done. I had exterminated a xenial object.

Before I left, I took pictures of her bruised face and texted Kris with the caption You were prettier than Wendy, Cinderella. Ha ha. Peter Pan :D.

_____________________________

* Buddy/ Colleague

*Brother

 

History - D.O.

Dear Diary,

Since it's my first entry, I'd better introduce myself. My name is Karin Bom and, like many Korean girls, I am in love with EXO... D.O. to be exact. He is the best dancer, singer and just the best looking! Okay, enough about D.O. (aah), I am writing this diary to keep track of the days I have met an EXO member - if I do meet any of them. The other thing about this entry is that it's secret. My father does not know about this diary or my love for a boy band. He will surely beat my to a bloody pulp if the truth gets out.

Ever since my mother died of leukimea, my father has never been the same. He would beat me and torment me . This went on relentlessly during the first few weeks but he has calmed down since then. My father doesn't understand that it wasn't just him that was affected by Mum's death. Often, he would grumble to himself or let out a huge wail at night. Images of him curled up, shaking because of pain and loss, touched me so much. I handled the loss better than my Dad. I suffered in silence but listened to the song History by EXO. ''Every, every, every day, the history that I make..'  These lyrics suited my mother, she was adventurous and did make it into history books  - climbing Mount Fuji in forty five minutes. Not only that, but she has made every second with her memorable and it will be in MY history book (my mind) until I die.

______

Sorry, I came back from school and, just for you, I'll skip the boring bits (maths, French, English, science and history) and tell you what happened. There I was, walking to school - alone as I like to be solitary - and I passed someone that looked like D.O.. Immediately, I get excited even though I knew that it probably wasn't him. However, it seemed that he had his eyes on me because he smiled at me, and what a dazzling smile it was... Just like D.O.'s. I smiled back and was so dazed that I almost got hit by a car but the mysterious look-a-like pushed me out of the way. I said

'Thank you very much, err?' I asked, knowing that I would be one step closer to learning his name.

'Do Kyung Soo, but you can call me D.O..'  He had hardly finished his sentence before I screamed 'D.O.! D.O.? Oh my God! I, I, D.O., I.' I didn't know what to say but his eyes glinted with amusement - he found me funny... YAY!   Before I knew it, my school bell rang so I had to reluctantly part from him and run to school. I made it just in time but could not stop thinking about D.O.. I remember thinking about adding that event to my diary... And I did! 

This is all I can write. I can ear my father coming up the stairs. Bye xx Karin xx

/////////////// New entry ///////////////

Dear Diary, I'm sorry I haven't written much in the past few months. I was in hospital because I suffered serious, fatal wounds to the neck. I'll be writing a lot because I'm now a mute. I'll tell you all about it...

I was walking to school at my normal pace when I 'bumped' into D.O. again. Being me, I was instantly excited and ran into his arms - I was hugging a celebrity! He embraced me back but then roughly shoved me into a corner. Thinking he was playing, I naturally didn't fight back but he began to pull out a blade. Nervous, I began to chuckle and started to get up but he threw me back with such force that I thought that my back was broken. He crouched over me, eyes gleaming with sick pleasure, a malicious smile never moved from his face. 

With his blade, he began to cut my throat. I screamed until I could scream no more, feeling the life drain out of me. If I was looking at myself from a bird's eye view, I'm sure my face would be a deathly white. The blade ran across my neck, not quite killing me but leaving me in so much pain I could have fooled myself and believed that I was dying. I was not. That fact made my torture even more painful. I think I out because all I could remember was his bony, cold fingers reaching up and tearing my tongue out. 

I woke up, groggy and hurt. My mouth and neck were sore and I tried to ask for help but blood came cascading down my mouth. I out again and apparently a woman saw me covered in blood and phoned the ambulance. D.O. was no where to be seen.

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Sorry, a letter just arrived for me. I'll write out what it says:

 Thanks for your beautiful tongue. It goes well with my trophy collection. x D.O.                                                                                                

 

Wolf  - Luhan

Your favourite animal is a wolf - Arctic wolves to be exact. Every week you travel to the Arctic to meet wolves. Studying them one day, you decide to write in your note pad: Hey, wolf. I'm a wolf, and my name is Lu Han. Lu Han the wolf. You tilt your head up slightly, just in time to watch an Arctic wolf tearing up an Arctic hare. You love the way that the crimson seeps into the white, the way the blood diffuses into the snow. Such a contrast that you want to share but want to keep secret at the same time. No one would understand your fascination. At this thought, you sadden but only a little bit. Caught up in your dismal thoughts, you seem to hear footsteps but tell yourself that it can't be possible. You are the only person here.

The wolves begin to leave the land, nothing more than footsteps in white mud are left. Seeing them leave, you decide to leave as well but you can not shake off the feeling that there is someone in your private place. Uncomfortable, you make a swift exit and watch the icy sheets disappear before your eyes as you are swept into the the air. To block out the sound of the helicopter's roters, you insert the ear plugs in your ears and listen to 2ne1's song: I am the best. Humming along, you don't see the girl running across the white field of snow.

When you get back home, you make sure that no ice or snow had escaped from it's environment. You run your fingers through your newly multi-coloured hair and walk into the living room where D.O. is sitting; legs wide apart, eyes following the illusion on the television. He mumbles what seems to be a greeting and you mumble back - equally as incoherent. You pass him and feel for the radiator, the warmth grips you and travels up your spine.

'Hey, Lulu. Want to change the channel?' You hate it when he calls you Lulu but you get used to it. Shrugging your shoulders, you reply: 'It doesn't matter' and walk to your bedroom. A jigsaw lies on your bed, calling at you to finish it. You sit down, careful as not to push the jigsaw pieces away and begin. It is fairly easy and you don't pay attention to the picture until you finish. It is a picture of a person, male, observing wolves. 'Just like me' you think but then you spot something behind the person in the picture. A girl? 

You feel your stomach lurch - you were meant to be the only person there! Swiping away the jigsaw, you tell yourself to go back tomorrow or the day after that. Mean whilst, you go back to the living room and settle in your favourite seat. D.O. is watching something else - Korean pop music. You both watch until you feel sleep shutting your eyelids. You walk to your bedroom.

__________ THE NEXT DAY __________

You get up early and wear white. Drinking breakfast, which is nothing more than a smoothie, you think about the jigsaw puzzle and you are enraged. How could anyone have found YOUR place? You don't listen to music, but instead scan the ice for any humans. There is none so you tell the pilot to park the helicopter directly beneath you. He obeys. 

You run to where you were sitting yesterday and hope the girl comes back. You need to sort her out and find a way to tell her that it's YOUR place, and your place only. Even though you know it is wrong, you hope that there are no wolves because they will be distractions from the girl. You wait and wait. She does not appear. As you are about to leave, you hear a scuttling sound behind you... Footsteps.

Cautiously, you turn around and before you stands a young girl who couldn't be more than than twenty one. Silence strains itself, a knife could cut it easily. To break the tension, you speak.

'Hi. Erm, you observing the wolves?' The girl stays silent but nods. 'So, do you live here or something?' You chuckle lightly but she keeps her lips pursed. 'I'll take that as a 'yes'. Where do live?' Could this girl even speak? She leads you to an igloo of some sort and crouches down to show you where she sleeps but doesn't get the chance. You bend down as well and blurt out:

'That's right wolf. I'm a wolf.' Lyrics from your EXO song, Wolf. You snarl and feel aggressive energy flowing through you. You enjoy it's company. The girl stares at you with a face of horror and tries to flee the igloo. You scoff sinisterly and growl. 'Ha! Look at that girl fall into terror.' More lyrics. At that last line, you corner her and sink your teeth into her flesh and savour the blood. An ear shattering scream travels through the igloo and you bite deeper and deeper into her wrist until you reach the bone.  

Using your mouth, you drag her bloodied hand down and her body limply follows. She lies on the ground, weak, looking at the blood flow out of her. You transform into a wolf and crawl up to her neck. You sink your 'fangs' into her artery and feel the metallic liquid pour into your mouth. It was a blood fountain that you lapped at. Before you leave, you rip out a huge chunk of meat - her waist - and carry it up to the helicopter in your mouth. The pilot looks at you strangely but you ignore him.

'Fly.' You command through mouthfuls of human meat.

 

Heart Attack - Lay

The happy couple walked into their house - oblivious to the spying eyes that watched them through the windows. The young woman was due in a few weeks and the eyes couldn't wait. However, they needed to get rid of the male.

'Operation Exterminate Male Object is a go.' A rough, gravelly voice whispered. The bushes were swept aside as a tall, Asian man stepped out from the parting. His name was Lay. His surname was insisted on being kept unknown, although is popularity was not. Lay glanced at his watch. 3:42. In three minutes, the male would be down at the local pub for two pints of beer - Stella Artois to be exact.  He fled into the upcoming darkness and into the shelter of the pub. Two minutes left.

The bell rang as a man stepped through the door. He had dark hair that blended in with the night, dark eyes that had seen too much and dark skin - everything about him was dark apart from his personality. He plonked himself on a chair and ordered two beers. Lay came closer to the man who was not acknowledging his presence. Lay ped his wallet and muttered various obscenities. 

'Forgot my flippin' money.' Lay replied when the man asked him what was wrong. Out of pure kindness (and a bit or randomness injected in him), the man told Lay that he would pay. They began to break into a conversation and the male began revealing information about his wife and life at home. Lay noted all the facts down in his mind and told the man that he needed to get back to his wife and two children. Lie. Lie. Lie.

_______ Three weeks later ______ After many observations ______

 A shrill cry rang out through the home, agony was entwined with the painful breaths of the woman. She was giving birth to her baby. The man ran out of the double doors to call the ambulance and Lay had narrowly missed getting caught. Ducking out of sight, Lay listened to the conversation between the man and the paramedic until he decided that it was time to strike. Lay rose from the bushes and ripped open the man's navel - leaving his entrails to hang out as he dragged the male's body to the nearest ditch.

The painful yells stopped and the woman appeared without the baby, searching for her husband who had vanished into thin air. Seizing the chance, Lay snuck in and abducted the newborn child. His experimental wishes would finally become reality. Using duct tape, he stuck the baby's lips together and stuffed 'it' in his gym bag. Lay jogged home and walked straight into his laboratory. The small child was to sleep there.

The night enveloped him as Lay ran to the local farm and kidnapped - or should I say 'pig'napped? - a young piglet resembling the size of the baby.

'Perfect.' He chuckled, his husky voice soothed the piglet and it fell asleep in his arms. Lay left the farm and went back home. He punched the baby awake and took a needle from the box next to the human child. Before using it, Lay hacked of the piglet's head and emptied it of the insides (brain, skull, eyes). He did the same for the body and grabbed the needle again. Lay started to stitch the pig's skin on to the child. The baby wailed and wailed but Lay blocked the cries out. 

Blood began to appear in dots - like red rubies - and trickle down the baby's face.

'Bee-you-tee-ful.' Lay said, exaggerating every syllable as he said it. Once he had finished with the stitching of the face, he sewed the body skin on too. When Lay had finished, he ran back to the far and placed the baby/pig combination back in the farm. His job was done...

The next morning, Lay went to visit the farm. The 'runt' was fitting in well, already playing with the other - real - pigs. It's body would soon adapt to the pig life very well. Lay smiled and left.

For the following years, Lay managed to make regular visits to the farm. The pig/human was equally as fat as the other pigs and Lay assumed that it was almost time for the butchering season to begin. He needed a job at the farm. He needed it as soon as it was virtually possible. Lay began to get very impatient in the short time of the two minutes that he had figured out that he needed to get a job.

____ The next two weeks later ___

Lay tugged at his farm costume. It was his first day at the farm and the first day of butchering season. Pigs died first. 'Yippee!' Lay said to himself. After wearing latex gloves, he set off to the farm with a spring in his step. The farm gate welcomed him with their arms - gates - wide open. 

'Hey there, Lay! You're new here so I'll give you a treat! You can exterminate the first piglet, and you get to choose it.' The manager told Lay, dancing like a robot when he used the word 'exterminate'. Without any hesitation, Lay picked the runt - the human - and dragged it across the the butchering area. 'Just grab the knife and gently slice the head off.' Lay held the knife, he felt powerful with it in his hands, and brought it down so gently that it didn't touch the human skin but only the pig's. 

'Hey! Isn't that human skin?' Lay pretended to be shocked, this was all part of his plan. They both peered at the dark human skin before the manager ripped off the pig skin. There lay a baby boy, , crying, left for dead. Too much blood was flowing out of him and in a matter or moments. The baby had died. The manager had not.

'You sure did give me a heart attack, dead piggy...'

Using the same knife, he brought it down on the manager's skull then left after removing his gloves.

He was good at leaving.

 

XOXO - Kai

Born a murderer, I knew I was literally sick in the head: I suffered from amnesia, I was psychotic and I had anger problems. It was very rare that I would lash out and do something crazy but the amnesia couldn't help itself. My friends accepted this and I was exceptionally grateful to the other members in EXO. They were incredibly nice about it and acted as if it was normal. But, by then I had gotten really close to a girl and wanted to tell her about my secret.

'Just tell her really gradually. I'm sure she will still like you.' Suho had told me. He was great with words but it was me that needed to do what he told me to. I smiled at him and nodded my head in thanks. Thinking about what he said, I nodded again and walked away to get ready for my date with her (she was called Kakay, by the way).

Examining myself in the mirror, I fussed over my bow tie and began chewing my lip but I stopped suddenly. Kakay would not want someone who doesn't look nice, especially around the lips. I fumbled with my keys and exited my house, leaving Suho to clean the dishes. I chuckled lightly to myself at the thought of Suho finally doing chores. His hands would finally feel washing up liquid and the rough 'caress' of the hot water. 

Peering down at my watch, I begin to walk faster and want to get there early to order everything for my date. It had to be perfect. I swore when I realised that I was one minute over my early time target. Damn. Finding a seat, I called over a waitress who kept 'accidentaly' touching me so I called for another one. I ordered a glass of wine and began to sip gingerly, it was almost time.                             I stared blankly at the clock on the other side of the room, ten minutes had passed and I was patient enough to wait to up to thirty but Kakay had not texted me. In an instant, my gut began screaming at me to check up on her. 99% of the time, my gut was right and I hoped that today was not the bad 1% time. Throwing cash onto the table, I didn't ask for the bill but ran outside. My bow tie was slipping away and it reminded me of something out of James Bond.

As I arrived closer to Kakay's house, I noticed two sillouhettes in her house. The first one was obviously Kakay but the second one seemed to be a male. I peered underneath the blinds to find out that he was dangerously close to her face, leaning forward with every second. I clenched my jaws and let anger take control as I smash open the window, just in time to see Kakay beating the 'crap' out of the male.

From the corners of her eyes, she acknowledges me but continues to brutally beat him. I smile and join in, my fist connects with his jaw and the lower half of it falls away. I catch it and dig the teeth into his own flesh. Once we are sure that the guy's teeth had killed the guy, we embrace eachother (we give eachother a few Xs and Os - XOXO) and Kakay digs her heels into his stomach. I kiss her cheek and sweep her away.

We head towards the restaurant. 

 

Machine - Suho

Perspiration trickled down Suho's temples whilst he danced. He was practicing his bit in the EXO video for Machine. He panted heavily and sank slowly to the ground, wishing for it to him up. It was too much work, but as the leader of EXO-K he needed to prove to everyone that he was up to it. Immediately, he heard slow clapping that seemed to drag on forever but stopped time. Suho craned his neck to find his old arch-enemy standing across him; the corners of his mouth began to reach the sky limit. He was about to speak but Suho interrupted because he did not want to hear any sarcastic, obnoxious remarks coming from that sick mouth.

'Hey, Shimzoku! What are you doing here?' Suho tried to inject as much sarcasm and energy into his 'greeting' but it was like forcing acid, which was flowing one way, into a wriggling worm that was working itself up into the other direction. Overall, it was hard. Glaring at Shimzoku, Suho loosened his shoulders but kept a straight face, lips pursed into a straight line, just so that the tension in the air would weaken his enemy.

'I came here to find some peace and quiet, but since you are here,  I may as well leave.' The way Shimzoku said you aggravated Suho. The enemy made out to be leaving but he hung around at the door, watching Suho as if he would leave. Suho returned the look and raised his eyebrows, challenging Shimzoku to tell him to leave. He didn't. Suho turned his back towards Shimzoku and began to dance again, minus the panting. 'You're like a machine.' Shimzoku stated blankly before he left. How ironic.

Since then, Suho had been seeing Shimzoku very frequently, whether it was the dance studio again or the corner shop. The fact that he was seeing the same person so often was a creepy feeling alone, but he was seeing his ENEMY every day. Suho needed to do something about it and he needed to do it fast.

That Wednesday night, Suho was in the dance studio, waiting for his 'BFF' to visit him. He heard footsteps nearing the entrance so he began to spin wildly as if it was a vital bit in the Machine routine. Arms flailing wildly, he caught Shimzoku and pinned him to the ground.

'What the - Oh sh - ' Suho sneered and copied Shimzoku's confused, innocent shouts. Without warning, he then grabbed a huge lock of hair and dragged it towards the floor. Shimzoku's head landed with a THUMP and Suho turned just in time to watch Shimzoku's eyes roll back into that thick skull of his. Still clutching Shimzoku's hair, Suho dragged the out-cold body into the store room and began his work.

Using his razor, Suho began to skin Shimzoku's skin, starting off with his eyelids and working his way down to the chest. After forcing the skin down Shimzoku's throat, Suho waited until he was awake. His enemy's eyelids fluttered open within a few minutes and Shimzoku began to choke on the skin. 'No!' He wasn't meant to die at that stage, it was too early. At that moment, Suho reached down his enemy's throat and pulled out the slivers of skin. Getting his breath back, Shimzoku didn't have time to breath properly because he felt ants crawling all over his body, stinging him and causing him such pain that he could not even make a sound to represent it.

However, the torment and torture was not over, oh no. The fun was just beginning for Suho. He turned and grabbed the colossal mutant maggot from the sack behind him, thanking the genius scientist, Lay. Without hesitation, the creature ripped open Shimzoku's stomach and Suho took the chance to take a bite out of a few entrails.

'Mm..'  Just when he was enjoying his 'food', he heard a weak, puny sound. It was Shimzoku.

'Sorry...' 

 

Baby Don't Cry - Tao

'Aah! Sehun!' You laugh as Sehun struggles to use the camera properly for your last episode on EXO Showtime. You lean closer because your little brother* can not find the button that zooms in.  'Welcome, Tao hyung, what are you doing?' He tries to put on his most interviewer-like accent and that makes you snort. Fiddling with your hair, you explain that you were making yourself look good, and he replies that my best friend in the group, Kris, was sitting alone, acting 'cool'. The cold guy was at it again.

Sehun concludes the video and asks you if you want to use it. Nodding, you take it from his hands and begin to play with it. It was really hard to use and you ask Sehun where the record button was. He shows you and you bow in thanks, making a mental note to use it later. When Sehun leaves, you head towards the entrance and spot someone sitting on the stairs outside, Kris.

'Kris, what are you doing?' You ask, knowing what the answer would be. He looks at you and laughs when he sees the camera in your shirt pocket, it seems that he already knows about Sehun. 'Annyeong, Tao. I'm just acting cool.' He states matter-of-factly. 'Ok, Laxy. I'll see you inside later. We are having pork belly and black bean noodles for dinner.' You say this in an equally casual tone, arranging your camera to catch Kris drooling. When he notices what you are doing, he turns away and wipes his lips, smiling at you when he turns back. You smile back and turn to leave for a stroll around town, admiring the lights and indigo sky at night.

'Aah..' Wind runs through your fingers like sand, the breeze plants soft kisses on your cheeks and the slow movements of the trees make the air run through your hair as if they were fingers. You enjoy this moment and try to work your way up one of the trees. As you grasp for the rough surface of the tree bark, you notice an object resting there. It seems to be... a human? You question yourself but insist to climb. The being hasn't noticed you yet. 

You don't know why but you hate this person, just for being there. However, you remind yourself of Luhan's secret and decide to make sure that your story must never turn out like that. 'So, I shall change it.' You mumble to yourself. Looking up, you notice that the figure is fairly small, it is a little girl. Her dark hair is plaited down towards the very end and her clothes seem to be ripped and dirty. 'Tramp.' You mutter in a disgusted manner. 

In one swift move, you pick up the 'tramp' and throw her to the ground, leaving the tree at a certain position and making her land in that certain position. Luckily, you did martial arts so you know how to really injure someone but not kill them. You follow after and drag her body to the meeting place of EXO. Peering to the last place that you saw Kris and Sehun, you head towards the door. No one is inside. 'They must be resting.' Quickly, you walk inside and empty the cupboards under the sink, swapping the items for the girl. In addition to that, you rip open a pipe that leads to the sewers and shove it in the 'tramp's' body. You notice a sharp bit sticking out of her rib - it is the edge of the pipe.

You wait. You wait for Baekhyun to come and cook. 

'Kkaeb song!' His trend word has so many meanings, now it will replace 'Annyeong' at this rate. You greet your funny friend and begin to lay out the table. When you get back, there is aready some plates in the sink that were to be washed. Great. You begin by pouring bleach down the sink and start to reall wash up, wasting more washing up liquid than necessary. 'Is that... bleach?!' Baekhyun sniffs the air. Baekhyun shouts, alarmed. You shake your head and he says, 'Kkaeb song!' Sorry? 'It's fine, I think I added too much washing up liquid but look, the sink is unblocked! It's like there is someone underneath the sink swallowing everything!' He nods and laughs. You join. 

When Baekhyun's back is turned, you peer underneath and see tears flowing freely from the girl's face. 'Baby don't cry...' You whisper gently and she stares at you; her eyes are full of emotion - anger, hate, confusion, helplessness. This is like Christmas Day, and you think of the song, Miracles in December. This really is a miracle. Baekhyun calls for you to sit at the table and you sit comfortably, enjoying the food. When the meal is over, you clear up again and make sure everyone is in their rooms, packing away their clothes before he looks under to find the girl dead. Only a fresh tear survives, but not for long.

'I guess my baby cried tonight. Oops.'

 

Miracles in December - Xiumin

Snowflakes danced and swirled around me, keeping me in a state of awe until I heard the hiss and rattle of my rattlesnake. I was meant to be examining my snake's eyes, since I only have one eyelid on each eye and snakes have none, only a little screen to protect them. I found this peculiar fact incredibly intriguing and decided to observe snakes for my next act of 'mischief'.

'Xiumin! It's time to sleep.' Chen called. Even though I was the oldest in the group, Chen was like a mother to the group and he seemed fine with that. I slowly unfolded myself out of the corner that I was sitting in and followed after Chen. I took my place next to Sehun and Lay, gradually being pulled into a deep slumber...

That night, I heard a slight rustle outside my window. If no one was going to let me get some sleep then that person would have to pay. It was December, nearly Christmas time, and no one would let me enjoy the festive spirit?! I rose from my bed like a Dracula from his coffin; silently and swiftly, and unlock the window. There was no one outside but I was not going to be made a fool of. Climbing out of my window, I heard a noise from above.

'What is with this person? Are they, or are they not, meant to be hiding?' I questioned myself irritably. When I had heaved myself up onto the window, I saw a young adult, possibly the same age as Kris or me, holding something - my snake. Flying into an uproar, I swore and cursed until my heart was content, charging at the man with both of my hands outstretched. The were ready to do some strangling.

The person dropped the snake when he saw me and tried to make a run for it but my hands were faster. 'So, you like snakes, eh?' I questioned. He nodded as if it was the right thing to do. I slapped him with one hand and he shook his head. 'Did you know that they have no eyelids,' he nodded, 'but I have only one on each eye. I guess I am quite similar to a snake, don't you think?,' I did not wait for his reply but I let my fingers coil around his neck like the snake that he tried to steal, 'I have very snake-like hands, you know.' 

He tried several times to gasp for air, knowing at the last second that he was actually wasting it, but by then it was too late. His stomach exploded and his eyes rolled out from his head. One of them still had a nerve stuck to it. I ripped it off with my teeth. Bending down to reach his heart and two eyeballs, I kicked the corpse into the bushes below. Once I was sure that the body was hidden beneath the leaves, I went back to my bed and hid the 'free presents' in my drawers.

'Sleepy head, wake up.' Chen whispered in my ear. I looked around to see if Lay or Sehun were still in bed but everyone was gone, them included. I got up, groggy from last night, and walked downstairs. 'Merry Christmas!' Everyone shouted. I smiled and immediately lightened up. 'Are we going to have the Christmas turkey tonight?' I asked, barely holding in my excitement. Everyone nodded eagerly and we tucked into our breakfast - Kai was eating chicken, typical.

The day passed fairly quickly and night invaded day within a matter of hours. I offered to do the turkey and pretended to go upstairs to wash my hands, but I was actually getting my items. Seasoning the turkey, I turned around and told everyone that they were in for a surprise. Chanyeol instantly got curious and I laughed. Tonight was going to be a great night. 

After adding a few more 'touches' to the turkey, I popped it into the oven and let it cook. 'It's ready, guys!' I shouted. All the EXO members crowded around me and errupted into a fit of giggles when they saw what I had done to the turkey. It had eyeballs stuck to it with tooth pickers. 'There's more to come!' When I said this, everyone was quiet and watched intently at what I was doing. I chopped off a bit of the turkey and slowly brang out the heart. Everyone cheered and began clawing at me to grab the turkey. I threw it backwards like a bride to bride maids and Chen caught it. He ripped a huge chunk off and his lips when he felt the blood dripping off.

'Who knew that there would actually be miracles in December?' Chen questioned with his mouth full of heart. Eventually, I noticed that Tao was bent underneath Chen's arm, waiting for blood to drip into his mouth and laughed out loud.

I continued from what Chen said.

'Who knew?'

 

365 - Chen

The song changes to 365 by us. It may seem cheesy but I like listening to us, EXO. It brings me a sense of togetherness. Even though 365 is not a calm song, I love to listen to it when I'm in a solitary environment. The chorus arrives and I sing loudly, it doesn't matter if the rest of the group hears now, I have finished my alone time. The song finishes and I walk back to the group where everyone was having a picnic. The welcome me warmly and I hear Baekhyun shout out 'Mummy!'. I laugh and ruffle his hair as I bend down to grab some bread. The food spreads warmth through me, although I did not know why I was cold in the first place; the sun was shining, kissing each and every one of our skin's, especially the Bronze Man - Kai.

I look around at everyone, at the field, at the wildlife and realise that it was the last day of the Summer season. Thinking of that brings me to realise that the year was slipping away fast and I hadn't got my job done quickly. Just 365 days in year. Just 365 days. I think to myself sadly, 'Making everyone happy is my duty as the mother of the group, but to I have to be happy myself to make the others happy.'

I am restless as I wait for my fellow members to finish eating. When they do, eventually, I pick up all the paper plates and plastic cutlery, and pack them neatly into the picnic basket. Chanyeol and Kris thank me on the group's behalf and I tell them that it was no problem because it wasn't. I just needed to get my job done. I hold the basket and Lay takes the blanket, we create light conversation about his victims and I tell him that I can not remember how many people I have killed but that I kill people everyday. 365 days in a year. Seven days a week. 52 weeks in a year. He smiles and congratulates me. I thank him humbly.

Night lingers and all the members leap into their beds, not even changing their clothes. I pretend to do the same but I am actually planning my next kill. 'Boy. Short. Young. Quiet.' I make mental bullet points about how my next victim was to look, and once I am sure that everything is quiet, I leave. It does not matter if members are awake because we all know that each and every one of us kill, however vague the details are. 

The streets are deathly silent, as if everybody was holding ther breath, waiting for me to pounce. I like the silence. Within a matter of moments, I spot my 'prey'. He is sitting in a corner, listening to music that is blaring out into the streets spoiling the treasured silence. As I advance, I hear that the song that he is listening to is 365. 'Idiot. Does he not know what the song really means?' I mutter a bit too loudly. The boy turns his head and I grab his hear and drag him away from the bench. When I am sure that I am away from any CCTV cameras, I notice that the boy has scratches and grazes all over him, though he has not even whimpered. I like this kid already.

'Thank you for your silence but you really should know when to be loud.' I say to him menacingly, hoping to intimidate him. The boy does not flinch so I tug at his ear and it comes off easily. Finally, the boy manages an, 'Ow!'. I rip off his other ear and cheer, as if ripping off ears was a normal custom in Korea for when someone does what you say. I then pull out a few needles with thread already in them. I tower over the boy and begin sewing the ears back on to his raw flesh. His cries are like fuel to fire. The fire being me. I smile, grinning so widely that I think I will turn to my long distance friend, Mr Killer. Jeff the Killer.

Using the points of the needles, I snap his head back and cut out the skin for where his Adam's Apple is. It is like velcro, only budging when you pull it. It comes off and I shove my hand where the bone is, clutching it like the evil queen in her dreams with Snow White's heart. I grip it tightly, the veins digging into my fingernails and pull it out with such a force that I tumble backwards myself. 

The boy is dead. Just 209 more days left. I look down at the bloody mess and spot his earphones and phone near the grass next to him. I put them in my ears and listen to 365. Just 209 more days left. Just 209 more days left. Just 209 more victims.

 

Growl - Kris

After what happened with Kris' ordeal, I decided to do a poem related to the rest of my fanfiction. It is the same idea (killing etc.) but just set out in a poem.

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Oh, that's right. You're the cold guy. You're the one that makes people cry

In pain. Oh, you are insane.

But you warn them to get away or they'll get hurt. Yay!

You rip and tear at their skin, using your teeth to bite the shin

'Cause it's juicy meat. So take a seat

To savour it. It's the best bit

You growl when someone comes near. You think your food'll disappear.

But they want to applaud you for being aggressive and not being possessive

That's because you're a wolf, so you growl. You hate things that taste fowl.

Blood is a good drink. In it you would like to sink.

Because you would only see red, which represents the dead.

But people don't leave, they'll face the consequences. You put up walls and build fences

They still want to intrude so they will be your food

You come over and take a bite, then run until you're out of sight.

They're dead, you're not - doesn't matter 'cause your the cold guy, the one that makes people suffer and cry