Chapter Music

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(Chanyeol's P.O.V.)

I finally understand what Fear is.
What it means to fear for your very life.
What...
A psychopath really is.
It's a sick, mentally disturbed person.
That needs help.
Or possibly, lock-down.
The police moved us, miles away from the SM building, to a little 2-floored cottage in the outskirts of Seoul.
They said it's best if we stay low, and away, for now.
Till' they catch her.
So, that means that the CEO had to cancel every single one of our shows, and concerts that week.
And for the rest of the month.
Everything.
Even TV appearances.
International and National fans are all upset, angry and worried as to where we've dissapeared to, and why we cancelled everything.
They're frantic and scared.
But...
We can't possibly tell them the truth.
That we're being chased by a psychotic killer who...
Has already killed our manager.
If we reveal the truth, then there'll be an outrage and complete hell will cover everything.
Fans will start blaming each other, and try to go on their own investigation...
And maybe worse...
They're probably start hurting each other.
No...
It's for their own good that we just...
Dissapear.
Only for a while.
Hopefully.

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I'm sitting on the front porch of the cute, peach-colored building, staring at the beautiful gold, and green fields, with a cup of green tea in hand, when my phone starts ringing in my back pocket.
I tiredly pull it out, and see who could possibly be calling.
I actually feel relieved when I see who it is.
I wouldn't like to come voice to voice with a killer...
Like Kyungsoo, unfortunately, did.
Psycho.
She dared to brake into our room, and tie us all up, in our sleep...
She wants to make us scared of even falling asleep now...
It's not bad enough that we fear every waking moment of our day, that she'll pop up somewhere with a gun and get rid of us once and for all.
Fears and everything.
We'll be gone.
Because that's all she truly wants to do...
Kill us.
That's all.
I sigh shakily, and answer my ever-ringing phone.
Not that I really want to talk to anyone...
Who? Me...the guy who could never keep his mouth shut, and always had a smile or at least a grin on.
But...that was the old Chanyeol.
The one with no worries.
The one who wasn't the target of an insane killer.
The one who enjoyed life, and performing....
Now...he's gone.
He's been replaced with a depressed, tired and scared Chanyeol.
The new one.
One who's forgotten how to smile...
And I don't know if he'll ever remember again...
"Hello?" I groggily say with a low voice.
"Hello? Chanyeol? Is that you?" the manly voice clashes with my deep, but not very mature one.

It's Detective Kyojin Pak.
"Yes, Mr. Pak." I answer back with a slightly brighter voice. Slightly...but not really.
"Chanyeol? Where are you right now?" he asks with a bit of a concerned and nervous tone, in his normally steady and relaxed voice.
"What...? Um...out on the porch. W-Why?" My voice shakes a little.
I don't like this.
Something's happened.
Something bad, probably.
"Listen, Chanyeol. Go inside and open the TV up, immediately. There's something you have to see..." His voice is completely frantic now.
I immediately get up from the cracked, cherry-wood steps of the porch, and run inside the house. Thankfully, I left the door open.
I glide straight to the coffee table, and grab the remote, while turning on the TV that's sitting right in front of it.
He never said what channel.
I put the phone back to my ear, hoping he's still there.
"Which channel, Mr. Pak?" I'm panting a little, but you can make out what I'm saying.
"It doesn't really matter...it's everywhere now...but turn to KBS." He sounds dissapointed, and slightly...nervous.
Everywhere?
What's everywhere?
I turn to KBS, with furrowed eyebrows and a heart that's starting to race.
I take one glance.
And my heart starts doing a sprint.
My knees and legs can't hold me up any more.
I collapse onto my knees, and the phone slides out my hands and lands on the wooden floor with a THUMP.
I never take my eyes of those words, on the screen.
Off the pictures.
My face turns frozen with disturbance.
My blood feels as if it's stopped flowing around my veins.
I can't move.
I just helplessly listen to the news anchor, as he relates the horror and monstrosity of the situation.
She's come back.
She's struck again.
But this time...
Not us.
But...
Fans.
How could she?

The news keep on repeating and relating the tragic events.
She's...
Killed three of our fans.
By slitting their throats, and wrists...
She's left notes....
By carving out the skin on their arms...
That said :
If we don't come back...
She will kill more girls.
How...
Why...
What do our fans have to do with any of this?
Why should they pay?
What did they do to her?
Why...?
I can't handle this anymore....
I let out a frustrated scream.
I want to catch her.
Get rid of her.
Kill her.
I put the phone back to my ear and scream,
"Come and pick us up now!!! NOW!!! I don't want any more innocent lives to be taken away for no reason...in such cruel ways...no....please..." I end with a pained whimper.
What sins am I paying?
Why....
NO.
It's us she wants, and it's us she'll get.
I won't accept any more deaths.
Any more murders.
I'd rather die...
Than stay in hiding...
She'll murder every single EXO-L if she has to...
I know she will....
No.
If it's us she wants...that's exactly what we'll give her.
The fans will not pay for our burden.
No.
No more murders.
No more horror and grief.
We're gonna go back, and settle this once and for all.
Us...and her.

Notes

I hope that all of you are enjoying the updates, and I hope I didn't scare anyone too much~ Till the next update~ Annyeong.