He walked slowly, taking the same dark street she took. Breathing in the cold, crisp air of the autumn night, he can only hear the howl of the wind and the sound of his own footsteps. Everything was dark from the place where he stood, up to the end of the alley. He tried to start a fire from the lighter in his hand.
A gust of cold wind passed him giving him goose bumps. He covered his eyes to protect them from the debris that flew together with the wind, the concrete walls echoing its cries.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He paused under the street lamp, looking behind him towards the place where the light couldn’t reach but saw no one. Something crept up behind his neck.
“Are you scared?” a voice echoed behind him.
The light flickered and died as the sound of heavy footsteps came rushing to where he stood making him stumble backwards. Another harsh wind gushed to his face forcing him to close his eyes, chilling his skin until goose bumps started to form. The sound of laughter filled the entire alley, a devilish laugh, burning every ounce of courage in his heart.
He covered his ears, trying to stop the eerie sound. A cold hand wrapped around his throat slowly, like a snake wrapping its body around its prey. He stood without moving. Not even breathing. He closed his eyes.
Heechul tried to shake himself out of that dream, gasping air as he opened his eyes.
“BOO!”
A doll’s face looked down on him, eyes as red as scarlet blood. Its long hair covered the sides of his face, leaving him nowhere else to look but to her.
“AAAAHHHHHH!!!”
The hum of the air conditioner and the continuous sound of his alarm clock woke him up. Sitting, this time he was certain he was awake. Sweat beaded on his forehead, he took the glass of water on his bedside table. Nightmare.
He looked around him, trying to familiarize himself to his surroundings. Seoul. His apartment in the city. He sighed.
How long has it been since he last handled a murder case? Three? Four years?
His phone rang, making him twitch.
“Yeoboseyo?”
~♥~
He slammed at the table, startling every single soul inside the station. “Didn’t I give you the freaking doll?! How can you just tell me that you lost it?! Do you want to lose your soul, huh Jongwoon?!”
The younger policeman cannot do anything but hunch his back and look down. This was not the first time he has seen the prosecutor angry, well at least it was the first time he was angry with him. And when he’s this angry, they cannot control what will happen.
“Sir,” Their desk officer Lee Changmin came saved his life by entering the room before he was “scolded” by their chief. “The kid’s mom came.”
“Who?”
He flipped over the papers on his hand and read the name of the kid. “Kim Youngwoon...the one who saw the body on the block.”
The chief looked at him and scared the soul out of him with his eyes. “Remember this Jongwoon, I’m not done with you yet.” He looked at the others beside him. “All of you, look for that doll!”
Heechul went out of the room and headed to the lobby where the Youngwoon’s mother waited patiently, fear and confusion visible in her droopy eyes as she looked around. The moment she saw him, she stood up and bowed, he did the same.
“Please take a sit, Mrs. Kim. How may I help you?”
“Prosecutor,” she sat nervously on the chair at the other side of the table. “My son’s been acting weird since that day. He’s always agitated and he says silly things.”
“Ma’am, it’s common for teenagers who saw crimes to act that way. Have you tried consulting to a doctor?”
“Yes, they only give him medications but nothing’s working. Officer, can you come over to our house and see what’s happening to him?”
He tapped on the cigarette box in his pocket and thought. Maybe that kid still has something to say. “Okay, I will come over. But can you please wait here for a while?”
The old woman nodded as he stood and headed for his office.
~♥~
Nana wrapped her long arms around Seohyun’s shoulder. “Did you finish my assignment Seohyun~ah?”
Her smile was mocking, scaring the older girl. Though Seohyun was older by month, she was still rattled by the aura of the pretty girl beside her.
“N~ne…” she stuttered before handing the notebook.
“Komawo!” Nana gave a smack on her chubby cheeks.
It was another day at school for her. Since that girl died, YunHee, she was being bullied all over again. It was that girl’s fault, all her fault because she died that night. If she was still alive, this will not happen to her.
Another guy entered the noisy room. Instead of mourning because of the loss of one influential person in their school, the people around her seem to be enjoying the fact that the girl has died such a terrible death.
Popular girls were preparing for the next search of queenkas. Tiffany and Jessica were qualified as the best candidates for the position. Her so-called friends kept on pushing her to run for the position as well. Crap. As if they really want her to win the stupid crown. They only want her to look stupid.
Seohyun, a nerd, unlike that beautiful YunHee who was being lusted by all those freaking highschool boys. Sometimes she wants to smack the hell out of that girl, thinking that she was perfect, such a stupid person.
She looked by the window, hoping that the day will pass without anyone asking her to do their homeworks or asking her for her notes. She really wonders how they manage to enter such a prestigious school with that kind of thinking.
“Jealous bitch…”
She looked at Nana who was busy putting on her make-up. “Did you say anything?”
The girl looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Odd…she was sure she heard someone.
“You want to look as beautiful as her…let me help you…”
~♥~
“Omma, what are you talking about?” Youngwoon asked her mother.
It wasn’t what Heechul expected. Even his mother looked surprised to see the young man normal. Saying that he acted crazy, she was not sure anymore.
“You didn’t leave me anything. Hyung, took my bike. I was waiting for you to come home, look now; I’m really late for school. Haish.”
They just looked at him as he passed them. “I—I was sure he was not like this before I came to the station. He was acting unlike himself.”
“Maybe, he coped up real fast with the event. Don’t worry ma’am, it’s really normal.”
“I’m sorry for bothering you officer, I shouldn’t have called you.”
Heechul nodded and headed for the door. He has the feeling again, that cold wind just like in his dream. He shook his head and went out to the streets. This is just another day Heechul…you’ll get used to the killings again…just like before. For now, you have a doll to find.
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