Chapter 1: Carnation Pink: The Shutter
PANT!
Husky yet loud breathe resounded forth the aisle of the lofty trees providing dusky shades from ghastly streaks of gray light.
STEP. STEP. STEP.
Together with quick thuds on the ground, was a tall shadow hovering, and gleamed obscure figure that carried sweats of fear as though fleeing from someone.
But it suddenly vanished and the thuds immediately faded. As you glanced... you could never see any trace of such disappearance.
Ominous wind blew dead rattling leaves hugging the ground creating a sinister whistles around the forest... as though the woods was made to be dead.
STEPS!
Quick paces immediately rose after the lamented breeze when a young man with golden disheveled hair above his small slightly rounded face revealed his short figure looking at the aisle at a trance.
-- Lost him. F**K!
Excruciated, the young man scowled and couldn't help but clobbered those supine leaves. Deluged by his own reveries, he clawed his scalp and gritted his teeth in a schizoid nature. Those grasping extremities went to his teeth as he swiftly scoured the place.
Distant howls crept towards the riverbank just a couple of paces down from the side of the trees... and there was a deserted house. With its faded furnish, moldering timbers, broken window glasses, spall tiled floors and exploded light bulbs... no one would ever think it wasn't left behind.
PANT.
The heavy breathing came back thundered inside that abandoned house, few steps from the old jamb and a turn about a cramped bathroom.
There- !
There was a young man lying on broken tub covered with mosses... dripping blood on his left waist. On his stupor, he kept pressing his wound diminishing belched of the crimson fluid which at his at most restrain, clenched his whole teeth to ward his body from the throbbing pain. His eyes slowly blinking with face covered with cold sweat which traces down to his chest.
-- I can't die yet. I can't - !
With his gaudy vision, he floundered to inured his physique and cropped the outburst of his vitality.
CRACK!
Momentarily... his whole figure froze when he heard a short sharp crash. Immediately, he stopped his breath, and walked out his ear. Racing with his heart out, his right hand clasped the lips of tub exerting tremendous vigor to lift himself up.
Such helpless struggle!
Along his recalcitrant jitters... he shoveled his right hand towards the helm of his coat and there...!
...grabbed his carnation pink colored Polaroid. But abnormal throbbing insisted on coming back as his left hand gently unclamped his wounded waist bathed with blood, and with its crimson pigment, he swiftly glided his slender pointing finger on the shrouded tub until a four letter word could be seen blazed...
'SUGA'
From a prick on his heart, his eyes twitched just by seeing this word... rather than being called as a name.
-- Why? Why did you...
An immense misery inundated him on a baneful delusion... regret... and repugnance.
"Tch!"
Frazzled... he raised the pink gizmo, faced it on his scribble... leveling.. and...
CLICK!
Without any bit of hesitation, as the film of a picture was burped out, his left hand, quivering from fury, grasped and plunged it into his mouth. And swallowed!
GULPED! GULPED!
He could've been choke! Why did he do that?!
But that ain't tasteful though.
He buried a gape on his stomach feeling the piece of inked paper as though he had a full night meal.
STEP.
CRACK!
His eyebrows shivered when a step went closer from where he hid.
Chips of glasses immediately broke under the thuds of that pace.
But... that was a warning. From the golden-haired guy who already barge in the wrecked room. He was that... 'SUGA'.
"Brother Jin."
A soft raspy voice crept out from the young man while taking his time fondling with his ring. Through his peripherals, he gawked on the bloods splattered on the mucky floor that extends towards the bathroom.
"I know you're there." Then a snappish timbre with such acrimony, was heard.
With his undeniable spite, Jin languished through scoopful loss of his blood. Not to mention, the empty tub before, became a bath for the dead with a murky brownish crimson bloods rippling to his shifts.
"You have no right to call me... Brother." In his agony, he leered his eyes sulking on a short figure appeared on his front... execrated.
With just a swift glide of Suga's arm, Jin only realized that the young man who loomed upon him, already aimed his gun.
-- F**K!
"I am sorry, Brother. I hope you could forgive me." Suga closed his eyes as he bit his lower lip... then... click the trigger.
BANG!!!
Blood splattered.
A slow realization from all his memories prick his heart with sorrow as his guilt condemned his whole soul.
-- I AM VERY SORRY BROTHER.
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