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(Luhan's P.O.V.)

This cannot be happening.

My friend cannot be in the hands of a monster.

It's just...

Inhuman.
The things she did.
The things she's doing.
And probably the things she's going to do.

The moment it hit me that Sehun was actually missing, after searching around the building about a million times, I couldn't control myself.

I let out a horrible cry of complete agony, and my legs lost their will to hold my weight up.
I slammed into the wall, and slid down, screaming and feeling the tears run down my face.
I sounded inhuman.

My bestfriend.
My brother.

My reason for sanity, and laughs.

Is gone.

I cried all through Baekhyun's interview with the police sketch artist.
Kris cuddled me close, and tried to contain his own tears.
Funny, cause I'm the oldest.
I should be the one cuddling them.

But, right now, I feel like the weakest and most inexperienced of them all.

I just need a hug.
Sehun'shug.

And his smile, his laugh, his awkwardness.

I just want him back to me.

The police sketch artist held up the finished drawing of that schizo.

I wiped away the tears that circulated around the lids of my closed eyes, and weak from crying, grogilly opened them to see what The She Monster looks like.

I lean away and out of Kris's chest, and tremble while I look onat the sketch.

Big eyes.
Beautiful lips.
Soft features.

How can she possibly be a murder?

Now I get what they mean by 'wolf in sheep's clothing'.

I can't help but go straight back to the warmth of Kris's chest for comfort.
Now that I'd seen what she looks like, I know what kind of a deranged person we're dealing with.
The worst kind.
The kind that doesn't even look deranged.

Hold on Sehun...
Please...
Be strong.

But...how is the sketch going to help us find him?

I'm about to muster up my strength and ask Mr.Kyojin just that, but I stop myself when I see he's staring at the sketch in alarm and thought.
What?

"Oh my god...That girl...


She goes to my daughter's school..."

His voice is faint, and shell-shocked.

What?
That monster...
Was actually living like a human all this time?
They actually let her loose into the world?

Upon hearing that, everyone, stops wandering around the room and turns to Mr. Pak with alarm and a hopeful look in their eyes.
Even I, carefully push myself out of Kris's chest, trying my best to stay steady, and not topple over from weakness.


"I....

I know where he is."

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We all immediately got into the vans and set of to find the dragon's lair.
Apparently the schizo was Detective Pak's daughter best friend at school, and his daughter visited her house many times, so because he drove her there, he knows where it is.
Poor man.
He looks pretty guilty.
Probably because he knew the girl who caused all this grief, and maybe even talked to her.
He never guessed what darkness she hid inside.

I just can't wait to barge into the house, and get my Hunnie back.
Because if I don't get my brother back, I'm going to be even closer to becoming a schizo myself.

Detective Pak called about 3 vans full of back-up and SWAT, just in case it's hostile, and she attempts something insane or dangerous.
Which is pretty much a definite.
But, I just don't want to think about that.
I don't want to think about what Sehun's condition is.

Because whenever I do, horrible images pop in my head.
Blood.
Scars.

And death.

The last one scares me deeply, and I would honestly follow him, if she sent him to Heaven.

But, I don't want to think like that.

Every time I do, tears start to roll, and don't stop.
And I want to be strong.
For my friends.
For me.

And most important of all,

For my Sehun.

The second the van stops a couple meters away from the doors of the beautiful, aristocratic-looking 3-storyhouse, all the SWAT, me and the Detective, run outside.
But, as we approach, the SWAT team splits up into groups.
So do we.
One goes to the front door, the other to the back door.
I'm with the front group.

I try to calm my rapid, and dangerously fast breathing, and prepare myself for whatever I'm about to witness inside.

Hold on buddy...I'm coming for you.

I squeeze the bracelet he gave me for my birthday, after our debut, and pray that he be ok.
And that if he's not, I'll have the memories at least.
The memories of how surprised I was with his gift.
How I hugged him to death, because of how beautiful the delicate silver chain was.
How flowery, and gentle his hair smelled as I hugged him.
His warmth...

I need him back.

Chanyeol was standing right nextto me.
He gently held my hand, and gave me a reassuring look.
That helped calm me a little.

What would I do without these guys?

Suddenly the SWAT agents in front of us, let out a deafening shout, and barge straight through the front door, breaking it right off it's hinges.
Me and Chanyeol follow right behind them.
Our heart's running and thoughts wandering.
I close my eyes as I enter the arc of the door.

I'm not ready for what might be behind that door.
I'm too scared to see what is.
I fear it might be what I picture many times before in my head.

But I can't just keep on torturing my head with my thoughts.

I need to know the truth.

But, I'm scared that the reality might be worse than my thoughts.

Well, if I want to know,

I have to open my eyes.

Here goes.

I take a deep breath, breathing in all the rosy smell of the house, and open my eyelids wide.
But what I see...


Leaves me feeling confused.

There's no Sehun.
No girl.

Just two dead bodies.
Lying on the floor.
Frozen.
Bloody.
Bended over.

I immediately put my hands over my mouth, and fall straight to the floor from shock.
The only sound you can hear, is my muffled sobs and screams.
My eyes widen to twice their size, and I push myself with my feet as far away as I can from the bodies.
The boys seem as equally as shocked as me, if not more.
My trembling resumes, and the tears I'm so tired of start flowing again.

Who....?
Are these people?

I cover my eyes, with my violently shaking hands.
I can't bear to look at the bodies anymore.
It's too gruesome.

That's when Kyojin Pak's reaction answers my question.
And what an answer.


"Oh. My God. No...she couldn't have...


NOT HER OWN PARENTS!"


And then he came crashing to the floor with me.

Her...

Her own parents?

She...

She is not human.

Instead of loving, and taking care of her parents like other humans do,
She kills them...

That's why she's not human.

But...

If her parents are dead....

Then where's Sehun?

Where is she keeping him?
Did she 'hurt' him just as badly?

I can't bear to even think,

'Killed'...

She wouldn't...
She wouldn't dare....

That is...
I hope she wouldn't dare...

I hope with all my heart...
All my soul...
And all my faith....

He is alive.
He is.

I know it...
I just do...

"M-Mr Pak....?" A shaken voice called out.

I weakly turn around and see none other than our trusting leader, Joonmyeon call out to the fallen detective from the back of the room.
"Can..." He takes a deep breath and finally looks up from the floor, his voice returning with more life in it,
"Can we please...investigate somewhere else...I don't think we can handle being here any longer..."
And as he says this, he looks around to all the other members, too see all of them trying to look anywhere but the floor, with a look on their faces that said they were a breath's close to breaking down and crying until the next day.
I know that he doesn't want that...So, of course he would want to get us out of this horrible hell house...
Just like Joonmyeon....
I'm so glad he hasn'tchanged at all, and that he always takes care of us, no matter how horrid the situation.
Mr. Pak looks so fragile and faltered as he tries his best to stand up without falling over.
Poor man...Imagine finding out your daughter's friend is really a demon.
Not human at all... And imagine being a witness to all her monstrosities...
Ouch.

He calls out and nods to Joonmyeon, with an even more fragile voice,
"Yes...of course... we'll..." He takes one last long look at the bodies,probably remembering what good friends he was with her parents, the times they spend together, and looked away, with a glint of a tear in his eye,
"W-we'll let Forensics deal with this...Let's...go to her room. There might be some sort of evidence to where she's gone there."
We all trudge up the strength in our hearts and bodies to somehow leave the corpses that were once living, breathing, people but now nothing than rotting meat behind on the floor, and look forward to were our feet, as well as Mr. Pak were guiding us up the over furnished staircase.
They must be a pretty rich family to be able to afford all this luxury.
Now I get what they mean by : 'Those who have it all, lose the most important thing ; Happiness.'
As I walk through the hallway that's embellished with gold, I get a tight tug in my stomach. And as I get back to following everyone in front of me, as they all walk through a pretty, carved pearly door, the tug gets as tight as a strung tightrope.
That's getting walked all over.

'This must be her room.' I think as I scan the whole of my surroundings.

Everywhere you looked.

Us.

Us and only us.

Nothing more.
Posters covered her cherry painted walls and wardrobes, her bed covers bared our logo, her notebooks had our stickers, her calendar was our version.
Everything.
But, that isn't scary at all right?
It sound just like any other fan's room right?
Wrong.
Because the fact that everywhere you looked was our faces isn't what's that scary.

But the fact that you see several terrifying evidences of her insanity along with them.

For example :

You find a pair of bloodied scissors here and there as we step along into the deadly silent room.

You can clearly see that on all her posters, the same mark is left :

A red marker heart drawn around...

My brother's face.
My Sehun.

Why? Why him? Why not me?
I would gladly take his suffering for him. Like a responsible friend,hyung,
Brother.
Another thing that shakes me to my core, is the fact that all the posters...

Have my face cut, or ripped out.

Why? Does she hate me...?
Because I'm close to my buddy?
Because she can't bear all the true love that he shows me instead of her?
Is she...jealous?

I try to stop my trembling by curling my arms around myself. Pretty much hugging myself.
Whenever I'm scared, or anxious, that's what I do.
But...
I quietly giggle at a sudden memory.

Whenever he saw me do that, he would come along, take my arms gently away from myself, and put his there instead. He would kindly tell me : "Please don't be scared hyung... You make me feel bad...like I did something to hurt you..." And then I would just chuckle while hugging him back and telling him cheekily : "Pabo...Why would you ever hurt me?"
He would shrug and laugh, "Yeah. You're right." And give a big idiotic grin that would always brighten my gloomy day.

I cower in my own arms and slowly lower my head, not having the strength to stare at the horrific posters and room anymore.
Why me? Why him?
Just....why?

My trembling gets worse as I begin to silentlys ob and hold myself tightly.
I feel the warm tears drip down my chin, and feel a sense of...comfort.
I need a good cry.
I've been too strong.
But...
NO.

I have to continue being strong.
For us.

For him.

He would just hate to see me like this, and do whatever he could to make me smile again.
I weakly smile at all the memories of past attempts to make me smile, the warm hugs, the hilarious jokes, the smiles.

Oh god...
I miss him.

I need him.

I have to get him back.

And I don't care if I have to beat the monster with my own hands.
I'll do it.

Gladly.

I roughly wipe the tears from my eyes, and bring my head up high, with determination.
To find him I have to stop being a big baby and act my age already.
After mentally preparing myself, I carefully turn my head round and look for anything that could be of help.
A clue, an object, a...

Murder weapon.

I gulp and shake my head while thinking : No, no! Don't think like that you idiot! No one wants you to think like that! Not your buddies, and certainly not...him.
You know he's waiting for you.
You know he's still here in this world...
Waiting and enduring.

I take a deep breath and begin searching once again, just like everyone else.
Well, most of them are just staring in awe at all the posters she has all around her walls.
There's so many that you can't even see the walls. It's like she made her own wallpaper. She even has a couple stuck on her ceiling.
What, does she like to stare at us all night?
Does she also pray to us?
Disturbing.
She's just...

A schizo.

That's all she is.

I try to keep myself focused on looking for any sort of clue.
Until my self control pays off.

I spot something that might not only lead us to her,
But might just solve the whole case.

Her laptop.

I immediately leap onto the chair in front of it and flip it open in a hurry.
I shakily press my finger down to the power button and impatiently wait for it to start up.
I feel chills of adrenaline go up my spine as I watch the laptop's logo pop up on screen and then the loading icon.
In a span of 3 seconds, the desktop lights up on screen.

I stare in complete shock at the wallpaper.

A very detailed portrait of him.
It looks just like a picture.
From our recent photoshoot.

But I can tell it's a portrait and not a picture of him.

By all the scars that are stretching across his sharp features.
His piercing eyes, that would soften whenever laid on me.
His delicate lips, that would always smile up to me.

Destroyed.

By horrific scars and blood stains.

I thought...she loved him...
Why would she like to see her 'loved one' like this?

I feel like all my questions are never going to get an answer.
Are they...?

I quickly avert my eyes from the screen and try to calm down my shaky breathing.
I try to bring it back to smooth and calm.
But my neck keeps on choking on the air.
This is too much.
But, I have to search, and try to find something useful.
So,I reluctantly and ever so powerlessly turn back to the screen.
I try to keep my eyes down to the task bar and not the desktop.
I frantically try to click on something before I lose my self control and look up to my buddy's unrecognizable face.
I feel as if I'm fighting with my self, to lose the urge to look.
I click on the Chrome button and feel amazing relief as I look up and find the search bar staring back at me, and not my most favorite pair of eyes.

But, what could her Chrome help us with? What kind of clue could it give us?

Her Browsing History?
Well, I know what that would be like :
Sehun,
Sehun,
And Sehun.

I shake my head, and try to think of anything that could actually help us, if we looked through it.
If we just looked.
I looked and looked.

And I found.

Her Instagram bookmark was staring at me directly in the eyes.
It begged me to be clicked, wanted we to witness the real monster in pictures and not just some poorly drawn sketch.
So, I succumbed.

I steadily moved her pink cursor all the way from the side of the screen to the little bar on top right onto the little logo of the famous app.
Here goes...everything.
I hesitantly push down the right side of the mouse and watch as the screen goes blank and begins to load.
It doesn't take long to see the screen change from a blank white, to a blank white with a strip of photos in the middle.

Her Instagram feed.

I try to stop myself from a gulping and scroll down with a sense of urgency in my heart.
Her pictures go from us to selfies to...
Sehun,
Sehun,
And Sehun.

Yet again.

I cringe upon remembering and seeing my best friend's face right in front of my eyes, all healthy and happy and smiling.
And the more I scroll down, the happier he seems to look.

I hope his smile still exists.
I hope he remembers how to smile.
I hope...

I scroll, and scroll and scroll through hundreds of pictures of him, and not once find something alarming.
I'm about to give up looking.
It hurts me unbelievably to look upon his smiling face on screen, and not being able to see it in real life.

Right next to me.
Like he always was.

I get reminded every time I look to my side or around to find him that :
'Oh wait...He's gone.'
That hurts.
Too much.

I roughly smudge my freshly fallen tears away from my cheeks.
That's it.
I've had enough.
There's nothing useful here.

And just as I'm about to reach for the power button to switch the brutal nostalgia machine off,

A new picture pops up on screen.

My eyes take a second to adjust back to the screen.
It takes another second for my brain to process what the hell I was looking at right now.

But, when it did,

It took less than a minute for my heart to feel like it got stabbed.
For my mouth to unhinge on it's own.
For my eyes to lose all their life, and color.
My voice barely audible,
Cracking and more that terrified.
I could physically feel the warmth drain from my face and body.

Nothing but the lonely cold filled it now.

The only thing I could utter was,
"...W-Why...?"

That picture...

Was posted by her.
A second ago.

It was of the life of the party.
The sunshine itself.

With it's blonde hair.
It's expressive eyes.
It's grinning lips.

That were now no longer able to even say the word 'smile'.

Because they were scarred to the point were they didn't even look like lips anymore.
At least from the angle the picture was taken.

His head was drooping.
His blonde hair covering his pale forehead and the upper part of his face, his eyes,

His consciousness.

Was he asleep, was he awake...?
I can't tell.

All I see is ,

Scars, Pale skin, and ropes.
A lot of ropes.

And the fact that the scars look kind of...black.
His lips too.
His hair looked blonder that usual...almost white.
Did...

She dye it...?

H-How...

How dare she?

He seems to be not only broken, but also tied up to some sort of wall.

S-Sehun...?

I shiver as I try my best to not fall over as I stand up from the chair.
The air suddenly feels much more suffocating as I keep my neck lowered and eyes locked onto the screen.
I should stop looking.
But...I can't find the power to stop.
My face becomes frozen in shock, and a certain type of rage starts to build up in my heart.
Revenge.
Hatred.
For my buddy.

Now that I know she's hurt him,

I have to see blood.

From her.
To see her suffer.

Just as much as Sehun has.

I grind my teeth together, and in a blind rage, grab the laptop, and hurl it towards the nearest wall.
I watch with satisfaction as the screen shatters, and the horrific image disappears in an instant from it.
And I'll make sure forever.

My face becomes stone cold, and my heart fills with an uncontrollable passion.
For murder.

Hers.
No one does that to my brother and gets away clean from it.
And I mean no one.

All the others look at the broken pieces of metal and glass that once used to be a laptop, and then to me.
Their faces spell fear, surprise and worry all mixed together.

But I don't care.

I turn to them, and shout with a voice as strong as it's ever sound,

"If you want to find him in time, then stop staring and get back to looking! We have to find him! For us! For him!
For...her.."

I try not to growl the last part.

Because for her...

I'll turn into a real wolf.

Notes

Finally back guys~~~ Sorry for taking so long to update, but I finally managed to~~~! So enjoy~~ ^.^