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Ringa ringa roses~
In a pitch black room a husky voice mumbled the nursery rhyme and whistled. A fizzle and then a matchstick ignited in the jail cell. The holder of the thin wooden stick kept holding it till the ball of fire extinguished because to his moist skin. The tips of index finger and thumb had fresh spots of red and black which were barely noticeable as they were already bluish as if he had done this thing a thousand times to feel the sensation called pain.
The light from the matchstick gave a glimpse of his face. His features were sharp with a hint of softness present on his cheeks. His green irises and unkempt platinum blond hair added points to his striking features.
Pocket full of posies~
Hurried steps approached his cell and stopped when the person arrived near the door formed by the bars. A jingling of keys. A lock opened. A tray of food pushed over the dirty floor by a black head. Again jingling of keys. A lock closed. The black head stood outside his cell staring intently at him as if he would vanish into thin air the moment he closed his eyes.
The maniac asked while animalistically chewing on a huge portion of half cooked rice,“Why do you look at me as if I killed your flowers?”
The black headed guard furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He replied,“I don't. Why do you think so?”
“Because I killed mine.”
The answer was given without any second thoughts but the impact it had made Jimin's blood run cold. Being new and yet handed over the responsibility of a psycho killer who burnt his siblings when he was a mere 16 year old and then continued killing and eating people made him forget how to breathe. He would not be surprised if the maniac or Taehyung (as recorded in papers) ate him someday after chopping his body.
He had attacked the last guard who was incharge of fetching food to him and had almost eaten up his fingers when he was closing the lock. The same thing had happened to the previous 12 guards. Why he was not hanged to death or given some severe punishment was still a mystery. Some senior officers said that he had a political backing. Some said that his father was the judge's close friend and claimed that he was mentally unstable. It was weird that all of them seemed so true yet Jimin could never believe in any of these rumors.
He saw the criminal munching on the meat and moaning. He imagined Taehyung feasting on his meat. It produced a burning sensation in his chest and made him nauseous.
“You are their new bait aren't you?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Jimin gulped.
“Actually I like you. You are better than those Kims, Lins and Jungs. They were all obnoxious especially the last one. That Jung Hoseok was always provoking me and treated me like a wild beast. It feels weird to get a bait who considers me a human.”
The jailer had given him special instructions and a list of don'ts and don'ts which included-
1. Do not remove your eyes from him.
2. Do not talk to him.
3. Do not let him talk to you.
The only instruction that he was following was the first one. His dark brown eyes staring at those emerald ones. His hands moved to switch on the bulb inside the cold dark room. His eyes were still on him but now observing his features. Though he was a maniac yet Jimin could not help but blush on seeing his handsome face.
The maniac was surrounded by ashes and burnt matchsticks. The ashes were spread around him in the form of a perfectly made circle. He felt some evil vibes suffocating him, some high order of negativity oppressing him.
He stated in a matter of fact tone with a forced shrug,“You are all flesh and bones like others. Why should I not consider you a human?”
Taehyung chuckled, “Flesh and bones”
The officer's eyes then fell on the deep red blood of the raw meat dripping from his canine and some smudged on his lips. Horrified, he switched off the bulb in a heartbeat.
He took a step back from the door. Goosebumps appeared on his arms and his toes curled on hearing the munching and slurping sounds. He surely knew now what he was savouring for so long was not at all rice. This reminded him of the fourth don't in the list.
4. Don't open the lid of the food tray.
He rubbed his hands which were crossed behind his back in disgust.
The maniac chuckled again and said,“With the way you are reacting I am supposing that I have scared you.”
Releasing a shaky breath he stammered,“N-No you have n-not.”
“You are a bad liar.”
“I am not lying.” His voice did not waver this time.
“Sure you are not.” He continued,“But everyone outside this cell is.”
Jimin had a habit of furrowing his brows whenever he was confused. He asked,“What do you mean?”
“They lied. All of them.” The firmness in his voice and the way he was staring at his eyes made him take another step back.
This might be his chance to know the truth. He pried,“Who?”
“All”
“Who all?”
“That bloody jailer who prepared you as a bait. Those judges. That spawn of satan father of mine. Those good for nothing maids. All your bloody seniors. All of them!”
Taking two steps ahead he asked,“What did they lie about?”
Tears slipped from the maniac's green eyes. He cried,“That I burnt my siblings alive!”
The way the conversation was going made him want to withdraw from knowing more than he should know about but there was some kind of force pushing him to make the crazy killer spill the truth.
He asked possessed by some kind of magic,“What is the truth then?”
“The truth...You want to know the truth?”
“Yes, please! Please tell me!” He shook the bars violently in desperation.
“The truth is that spawn of satan was serving my siblings to the demons. He made them sit in a circle like this.” Taehyung pointed at the circle made by ashes around him. His hands were trembling and his skin was turning pale.
“They were fresh flowers but he did not spare them. He was going to sacrifice them to the evil. They were going to have a painful death.”
Jimin felt as if the thing that was controlling his behavior earlier had left his body. His head felt heavy as if someone was hammering it. His vision was failing. Despite all the pain he asked,“What did you do then? Saved them?”
“Yes, I saved them from the painful death. I killed them before they could be killed by satan.”
The guard crouch still holding the ice cold metal bars. He was suffocating. Someone was choking him. Something was overpowering him. Before he could completely loose his conscience he collected all the energy left in him and ran.
The maniac started laughing loudly. A black smoke spewed from the circle around him. His fingertips turned purple.
He laughed again saying,“Tsk tsk tsk he should have stayed to know the whole truth. When that spawn of satan father did not leave my siblings then why would he have left me?”
“Fresh young flowers are always delicious.”
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down~