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(Baekhyun P.O.V.)

Am I in hell?
Or am I just experiencing it?
Because there's no other explanation for the torture I'm going through right now.
Chanyeol came and told us everything.
About the murders.
And the fact that there will be many more if we don't get back.
We all scrambled, got our things packed as fast as possible and jumped into the armed van, that came to get us.
Detective Kyojin was sitting in it with an exhaughsted look.
Poor man.
I don't even wanna know when was the last time he slept.
He's probably been awake, trying to figure out how to catch...her.
And how to save us from her claws.
Well, I don't blame him.
It's not like we got any proper sleep either.
Not since the day she broke into our dorm, and tied us all up, like a bunch of slaves from the times of the Slave Trade.
We've all been too terrified to fall into a deep sleep, just in case she's lurking around somewhere, ready to torment us again by,
Tieing us up, slashing us, or whatever other insane thing she can think of.

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SM has turned into a hell hole.
Inside and out.
Especially out.
Someone already leaked the new to the EXO-Ls that we were coming back, and they've all surrounded the building now, waiting for us.
Great.
None of us are in the mood for this.
We've got way to many problems and fears as it is.
But, we just have to grin and bear it, so that we can get inside the building, and decide on a plan of operation with the police, and detectives.
As the van drives over to the front of the glass building, we can barely even make out the plaque on the outside.
A huge crowd of demanding and protesting fans, is blocking everything.
And they look like anything else, but happy.

But, the van pulls over, and waits for us to get out anyway.
So, what else can we do?
We have to somehow get inside.
But everyone just looks so broken and fatigued, that I'll be suprised if we even make it to the wide glass doors, of our once 'safe haven'.
But we'll try.
One by one, we get escorted to the doors of SM.
It takes about 5 minutes for each of us.
These fans are really ruthless.
They don't look like they're here to support us.
They're just here to bash us.
Well...
I don't blame them.
It is sort of our fault, that 3 girls lost their lives.
They were our fans, after all.
And because of that...
They're not with us anymore.
I guess that's what she wants to do to us.
Make us feel guilty.
For existing.
For going after our dreams.
For becoming successful.
For being...
Us.
But I won't accept that.
I won't feel guilty for being me.
For chasing my dreams.
For becoming someone.
No.
The only one who should feel guilty...
Is her.
No one else.
Well...it looks like it's just me and Sehun left.
Let's do this.
I take a hold of his hand tightly.
We both give each other sympathetic looks, and then walk out of the van, straight into the sea of fans.
The screams and chants get much more louder as we exit the van.
I hold tightly onto his hand, never letting go, as we push our way through, trying to make it to the doors, and ultimately, to safety.
He holds on too desparately avoiding the fans hands and banners, that are reaching out to us.
We're almost there.
Almost there.
But...
We're so close and yet so far.
Suddenly, I feel the palm of the hand that's holding unto Sehun, turn cold and empty, as his warm skin loses contact with mine.
It gets replaced with something freezing, and metallic.
I spin around as soon as I feel it.
But, I lose all train of thought, and action.
As I feel that horrible object slide through my palm.
I scream in pain, and frantically hold my palm to my chest.
My light blue shirt soon fills with a disgustingly red color, that I so despise seeing.
My own blood.
I collapse on my knees from the pain, but look up just in time to see the object, and person that's holding it, drag away from me.

A chef's knife.

Pink hair.
A black beanie.
And a pair of big, dark eyes.
Wearing a smile.
And it's as insane as it can get.
Oh no.
It's...

Her.

I get up, and start charging straight for her, but am soon pulled back, and far away, from a pair of bodyguards, who finally realized what had happened.
I try to tell them to let me go, but they're too concerned about my bleeding hand, and getting it attention.
Nothing else.
Not even the murderer and insane creature that's turning it's back, and running away from the crowd, as we speak.
She's right there.
But there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
She's gone, now.

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I get carried into the building, and receive immediate attention from the medic, and the guys.

"Baekhyun! Oh my god...Who did this to you?" Chanyeol runs up to me, the second he spots my figure, sitting on the couch, and getting bandages from the medic.
I'm trembling, and sweating from pain.
She cut way too deep.
So deep, that the whole time I was being carried inside, the building's floor got dripped, and filled with drops, and mini puddles of my blood.
But that's not the only thing that's bothering me.
The fact that I saw her, is too.
"Chanyeol..." I weakly say. "Get me Detective Kyojin. Please." I ask, ending with a intake of some breath.
He nods vigorously, and runs off to get him.
A minute later, I find myself telling Mr. Pak, everything.
How I saw her.
And that's she's somewhere around.
He contacts all the policemen, vehicles and every single bodyguard, and tells them to stop whatever they're doing, and concentrate on finding a girl with pink hair.

I hope they find her.
But right now, that's the least of my concerns.
What really concerns me is the feeling that something's out of place.
As I look around at my tired, concerned and deprived friends I realize it.
That playful grin.

That pretty blonde hair.

Those sharp features.
They're all missing.



And that's when it slams me in the face like a 24 caliber gun's bullet would.




"W-Where's Sehun?"

Notes

Poor Baek~ Anyone of you ever had to face such a difficult decision and reality before, like he had too? Annyeong~