Kasper let out a shaky breath as he walked over the city bridge. He had removed his masquerade mask and villain suit, and changed into a hoodie and jeans. He let himself absorb the odd but lovely view of the purple-shaded night sky, the lit up buildings and people scurrying home, back to their loved ones. He plugged in his earphones and clicked on a random song. A slow smile crept up his face when he heard the familiar tune of Haunting Memories.
Kasper kept walking on the sidewalk of the bridge. He thought of his villain identity. No, he does not have a tragic past. No, he did not desire revenge. He doesn't need any of that bullshit. He had loving parents. He had a roof over my head. He was never hungry. He had friends. Life was perfect.No, too perfect.Life became boring. He always got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. It was the same day all over again. He didn’t want that. He wanted to end it. He wanted to live.He just didn't know how. But it all changed that day. . . .
Eight years ago. . .
Kasper remembered that day very clearly. Even after eight years. The day he did his first sin. The day that his hands became tainted. The day everythingchanged.
His friends were in the mood to party and Kasper immediately knew it meant trouble.
“Come on Kasp!” his friend whined. “Get your head out of those books and wild out for once!”
“I’m not sure,” Kasper replied, rubbing my arm anxiously. “You know my alcohol tolerance is pretty much non-existent.”
“It’ll be fine Kasp! Just this once! Please?”
The boy sighed and gave in. Fighting with that person was like fighting a wall. He grudgingly went back home and changed into tight black pants and a red long-sleeve button up shirt. Kasper took his wallet and phone, and skipped downstairs. He had to admit, brushing off his fear, that he was kind of excited. This was his first time going to a club.
“Where do you think you’re going,” his father began, examining his outfit, “dressed like that?”
He shrugged and answered, “Clubbing.”
Father narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips together. His mother entered at the perfect moment and said, “Oh darling, stop it. He’s grown up now. Let the child have some fun.”
Father huffed and left the room without a word. His mother, however, winked at him with a mischievous smile and followed after his father. Kasper shook his head in confusion and went outside the mansion. It didn’t feel like home though. His parents are always on business trips and they rarely interact. The only interactions were rare and short moments like these, which were coincidental encounters.
He got in the driver’s seat and drove towards his destination, the number one club in the city: Midnight Chaos. It was owned by Aurelius Midnight, a distant friend of his.
He got out of the car and went inside the club. It’s like everything he hated was packed up in one room. Everything was so loud, with music blasting from every corner and people yelling and chattering which didn’t really help, Everywhere Kasper looked, someone was drunkenly grinding against someone else. On the wall, on the floor, on the bar, everywhere. He saw his friends hooting at him and beckoning him to come over. He smiled and walked over to the bar, sitting down next to Aurelius, who decided to join them.
“Hey,” she said, smiling at him. He returned the greeting politely and ordered everyone’s drinks. He got himself a nice Sea Breeze cocktail and sat back down on the bar stool. He sipped his drink, letting the fruity taste envelop his mouth and leave a stinging pain down his throat. He looked around the club. This seemed like life to others. The debauchery, the getting-into-trouble, having sex, the fun and games.
But Kasper did not like this. It did not make him happy. He did not enjoy it. His body felt cold and stiff, looking around awkwardly. He can definitely see why people go clubbing but it wasn’t his thing. He came here because of his friends. What he does like is classical or soft music, reading books or coloring pictures. He also loved collecting pretty mini-glass bottles, collecting dead butterflies, then pasting the butterflies on books. He of course enjoyed doing these but he still felt something missing in his life. He had friends, many of them, in fact, but strangely he felt so. . . . lonely? He felt so happy but he felt so sad? He just didn’t understand anymore. He wanted to break out of this cycle of perfection. But how?
He tuned out everything and became imprisoned in his thoughts, unable to stop them. He unknowingly kept on picking up more drinks, sipping them occasionally to keep him company, along with his troubled mind. Slowly, slowly, his cheeks became flushed, his vision slightly hazy but clear, and his mind, a big, messed up mess.
He had enough awareness left in him to know that he was drunk and that he had to get back to the mansion. He stood up, swaying slightly, and made his way to the door. He wobbled outside, into the starless night, and went inside a dark alley, leaning against the wall to balance himself. He breathed in and exhaled deeply. Just then he heard multiple footsteps coming in the direction of the alley. He then realized what a big mistake he made by coming into the alley. He was alone and unprotected. Shit.
Kasper tried to stand up straight but he collapsed against the wall due to the dizziness sparking up again. Suddenly, he heard low chuckles, the sounds growing louder and closer. He looked up and saw five tall men wearing black shirts and black jeans, with black tattoos running around their arms and neck. They grinned at him maliciously. Kasper felt cold fear creep up his body.
“My, my, my,” one of the men crooned, “what do we have here?”
The men laughed louder. “Well, guess it’s our lucky day, boys,” another man said, his eyes glinting with madness.
“Get- Get away f-from me,” Kasper groaned, pressing himself against the wall.
The men only grinned wider in reply and one of them pulled out a short dagger. Kasper noticed the blade had dried blood on it. Kasper’s eyes widened at the thought of it being human blood. He started shaking violently on the fact that his blood might be the one decorating that dagger next.
“N-no,” Kasper whimpered. The men stalked over to him slowly in an almost teasing manner.
“Someone! Help! Please!” he yelled and called for help.
“No one’s going to save you, pretty boy,” the shortest of the five said.
“No! Please don’t!” he begged.
“Shhhhh, don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re screaming in no time.”
One of them suddenly sprang and kicked him in the stomach, making him collapse onto the floor, groaning. Another strangled him by the neck and pulled him up. The man punched him in his right cheek and slammed him against the wall. Kasper felt his breath get knocked out and he almost passed out due to the impact. Kasper tried to fight back and punch the man but two of the rest held his hands in tight grip. They forced him down to the ground and the man who kicked him before approached him, the knife carelessly dangling in his hand.
The man knelt down in front of Kasper’s restrained, gasping body. Kasper let out a scream as the man dragged the knife from his neck to his chest. Thankfully the cut was shallow and thin. That couldn’t be said for the other wound the man inflicted on him. Kasper gasped and let out a pained yell, collapsing backwards, at the sudden feeling of being punched in the gut. But it wasn’t actually a punch. He looked down with wide eyes to see the hilt of the dagger protruding from his waist. Kasper let out another shout as the man pulled it out, creating a tearing sensation within him. The pull made an odd noise, filling the quiet alley. The men laughed in joy, looking at Kasper who was gasping for breath, his body feeling hot and cold at the same time. Tears dripped down the corners of his eyes and he let out a strangled sob.
“Please, I'm begging you,” he pleaded, “stop, please, please– AH!”
The man had slashed his shoulder with the dagger, Kasper’s blood now adorning the silver blade. The two men had let go of him and now he lay on the ground whimpering in pain as blood spilled out of his wounds onto the alley floor, like scarlet rivers on a stone map.
His suffering did not end there as the men took turns. They broke his right leg and snapped his left wrist. Five of his fingers were broken on his left hand. Kasper was once again grabbed by his wrists - he let out a yelp when searing pain woke in his left wrist - and held up. A man kicked him in the ribs, a cracking sound echoing in the alley.
“This is getting boring,” one of the men said, leaning against a wall looking bored. “Just kill him off.”
Another man huffed and replied, “Fine. Give me the fucking dagger. Can’t wait to drive this through his heart.”
No. I don’t want to die. Please. No. No. No. No! NO!
He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell but he couldn’t. His throat and mouth were bruised and bloody. His mind became clogged up as the man brought up the dagger.
NO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!
A surge of strength suddenly washed over him, his fear only fueling his fire. He gathered all his strength and punched the man holding the dagger, hard in the stomach. The man let out a surprised yell and let go of the dagger. It fell on the ground with a clatter and Kasper quickly picked up stabbing the man in the eye.
Kasper was filled with an unexpected rage, as if something had snapped inside him. This only strengthened him and he snarled. The four others started yelling incoherently and sprang in to attack him. He ducked down, avoiding a punch and drove his elbow into the man’s stomach and managed to slash the male’s cheek with a knife. The man backed off groaning in pain.
“STOP! FUCKING STOP!” Kasper shrieked at them, thrusting the dagger towards the men. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
A man jumped forward but Kasper was quicker and kicked the man in the crotch.
Three down, two to go,a voice in his mind said.
This time Kasper jumped forward and attacked the remaining men. He ignored the burning, bleeding wounds on his body and focused on trying to attack the men. He punched one of the men with his good wrist and kicked the other man in the chest. The man’s back hit a wall, hitting his head on it.
Kill them,the voice said again. And Kasper did exactly what it said.
He went over to each of them and stabbed them, repeatedly. He took pleasure in their screams. It felt so good.He stepped back, grinning widely, to examine his work of art. He admired the lifeless, bruised bodies and the small ocean of blood he’s created. Hell, it looked beautiful.
Kasper was shocked at his thoughts.
No. No! It’s not beautiful! This is wrong. I killed someone. Ikilled. I’m a murderer. No, no, no–
He fell to the floor gasping. His wounds, he remembered. He broke down sobbing.
What the hell?
Kasper hastily got up, clutching the red-coated dagger with his hand, when he heard a noise from the opening of the alley.
“Hello?” a male voice said. It sounded unthreatening but he’ll be damned if he trusts anyone again. They might try to kill him.
“Hello?” the voice tried again. “Anyone in here?”
It was dark so Kasper could not clearly see the figure coming towards him.
“Please, if anyone’s there, it’s okay,” the voice assured. “I won’t hurt you.”
When the figure received no reply, a sigh could be heard, then Kasper could hear the sound of retreating footsteps. Kasper let out a relieved sigh, his tears still dripping down his cheeks. He started coughing and spitting out blood. He stood up hastily and dragged himself to his car which was parked a few blocks away. Thank the non-existent Gods that it was midnight and everyone was asleep. What if the people know he killed someone? Oh no, he surely wouldn’t want that. He drove towards the mansion, soaking the seat and his clothes in blood and tears. He stumbled into the mansion. He managed to lift the phone to call the family doctor and mumble, “Help.”
He passed out soon afterwards with golden visions sticking into his mind. He remembered vaguely that it was the color of the mysterious figure’s hair and eyes.
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