The only luminescence that spread through the room, was coming from the flatron, placed on the wall.

Displaying a video. Of a pale young boy, laughing gleefully. Running away from the approaching lens. A man sitting over the couch, faced the screen. A small smile playing.

"P'Kongpob... Stop it."

"Let me film you... Get your ass back here." Another voice could be heard, from behind the lens.

"No..." The pale boy whined, hiding behind the white window curtain.

"Why? Baby, come out. You look so cute."

A pale face, peeked through the curtains. With a small pout formed on the pretty bow lips.

"Come out, baby."

"I was just missing you." The boy mumbled, his pale cheeks tinted pink. "You were gone for so long."

"And so you just decided on stealing my shirt?"

"Not just any shirt." The boy smiled, mischievously. "Your favourite white shirt."

"Atid..." A disembodied whine, resonated through the quite room. From the video.

Atid laughed, facing the lens. The television screen froze, displaying the smiling face.

The man came to his feet, approaching the screen. His fingers reached and caressed over the place displaying Atid's cheek. His honey skin, stark contrast against the paler one. Even through the screen.

If he closed his eyes. He can hear the sound of endless laughter echoing through the now quite house. Useless banters. And moans of unsheathed passion.

Endless memories. That were the only reminiscences of the life, the man had. Visions of the pale boy, who was in every corner. Where time stood still, for the man. The flashes of those memories, the only companion the man had, from the last six months.

"Stop blaming yourself..." He heard a whisper, just behind.

The man closed his eyes, with clenched jaws. Gulping lumps. He knew... Like everything. The voice was but also a part of his painful memories. He knew the bearer of the voice, wasn't around...

"I am here... P'Kong... And I will keep repeating... It wasn't your fault."

He heard the voice again. And the warm presence which once made his day... Was chilling his back.

"I am here P... I will remain... Until you stop blaming yourself. And, move on."

Kongpob's lips trembled, feeling the chill on his back. His chest tightening. A numbing pain spreading till the tips of his limbs. He drew in shaky breathes, letting his tears drop freely over the polished wooden floor.

He didn't want to acknowledge Atid's presence. He didn't want to let himself make peace with the thought that, Atid was no more.

"Stop hurting yourself, P'Kong..." Atid whispered. "You know I hate to see you in pain..."

Kongpob cried freely now. His knuckles, fisting over the screen, where his hand rested.

"It's time... To let go." Atid brittled.

Kongpob shook his head, vigorously. Feeling the excruciating pain. Hurting every cell of his body.

"Let me go... P..." Atid whispered. "Stop this madness."

Kongpob wanted to look over and reply. But, he drew in a breath and haulted, instead. Hearing a faint sound coming from the basement. And his face went blank. His hunched self straightened. As he looked over. Running a hand down his face, to rub away the traces of his tears. He can see the horrified face of his dead fiance from the corner of his eyes.

"P'Kong no... Please stop this..." Atid's cries went to deaf ears. "I beg of you... Please.. P'KONG DON'T.. STOP THIS... LET GO OF THIS MADNESS..."

Kongpob ignored every call, every cry. As he walked towards the basement. Collecting his foldable combat knife, from one of the kitchen drawer. The house going quite, again. The living room still in the luminescence of the television. Displaying the smiling face of a pale boy.

"It's been three days he went missing. Wad..." Kongpob tapped his heels impatiently.

They were driving for another, routine check. And for some reason Kongpob was beyond restless. Each passing second, they were closing in the destination. And Wad kept, glancing at the new recruit with amusement.

"He works as a freelance journalist. This is not the first time. That, his cellphone ran out of juice." Wad assured. Keeping his eyes intact on the road ahead.

Kong didn't speak. As the dark form of the abandoned hospital, came into view. Looking foreboding, even in the bright daylight.

"Man... This place looks like a gift wrapped bummer... Like all the others."

Kong, pulled out his gun from the holster, from beneath his jacket. And checked the magazine. Opening the door on his side, next.

"Hey..." Wad held his shoulder, stopping him from rushing out.

Kong looked at him, with clenched jaws. His heart was pounding, against his chest. He was having a really bad feeling.

"He's gonna be okay..." Wad smiled. "And who knows, maybe you'll find him home. Ready with dinner on the table. Like last time."

Kong nodded, gulping a lump. As he forced a smile. Wad patted, encouragingly. Both of them finally, getting out of the car. Their guns ready.

"Ready Rookie?" Wad smirked.

Kongpob rolled his eyes, stepping ahead. Wad following just behind. Chuckling.

Wad was right about the place being a gift wrapped bummer. But, Kongpob couldn't help, feeling the constant nagging inside. Something wasn't right.

"I am going to report about the bupkis to hulk.." Wad sighed. "Let's go."

Kong nodded, stuffing his gun back. As he started to follow Wad out.

"P'Kong..."

Kongpob shivered, looking over his shoulder. Towards the corridor that led to the supply room they just checked.

"Don't leave me alone..."

Kongpob heard it more clearly this time. And his blood ran cold. He can recognise this soft call of his name, even in death.

"Atid?" Kongpob whispered.

But, how can that be possible? He couldn't see his beautiful lover anywhere. And the voice sounded like the sound of mere passing wind. What the hell was happening?

"P... I am here, P... I was waiting for so long." Atid's mere whisper sounded broken. And it broke Kong's heart. "Don't leave me."

Kongpob's body started moving on its own. As he started following the sound he heard.

"Kong... Where you going? We just checked in there."

Wad sounded distant, as Kong took hurried footsteps towards closet. And was able to hear Wad's footsteps just behind.

"Find me... P'Kong... It's so cold."

Kongpob burged in the supply room. And started looking around. Being restless. He tapped over the walls. With laboured breaths. While, Wad kept gaping.

"Kongpob... What are you doing?"

Kongpob felt his throat glued. And he just kept following his heart. But, no matter how hard he banged or tapped. The walls didn't sound hollow anywhere beneath. And Kongpob felt restless..

He stopped in front of a wooden closet. Filled with expired medicines... Kongpob racked his fingers through his hairs in frustration.

"P'Kong... It's dark here. I am scared."

"Baby..." Kong whispered under his breath. "I must be going crazy."

Kongpob and Wad jolted, cursing furiously. With the sudden sound of bangs they heard from behind the almirah. It came in two's. And stopped as suddenly as it was heard.

"What the fuck was that?" Wad chided, in surprise.

Kongpob caught a grip of his sudden shock and held the closet. He pushed it down with all his might. Dropping it, crushing over the floor. The glasses scattering.

And when Kongpob straightened. He got another shock. Facing a forged iron door that was hidden, behind the closet. He didn't think twice, before stepping over the sharded glasses. And rushing to open the door. Which... Was locked.

Kongpob shared a glance with Wad. Who pulled out his phone and held his gun towards the door at the same time.

Kongpob stepped back and took his gun stance. Both of them aiming at the lock.

"P'Knott..." Wad called blankly, when his call was received.

Kongpob pulled his trigger at the same time. Surprising Wad with the precise aim.

"What was that?" Knott, their in command snapped. From the other side.

"We got a problem here."

Knott cut the call. Without another word. Wad pulling the trigger right away. The sound of the ammunition echoing through the dark and quite place. Until the lock loosened and the door went ajar with a thud.

This time Wad stepped ahead. And Kongpob was glued over the spot. He didn't want to go in. He wanted to run away. As he watched, Wad flash his pocket torch, as he kicked the door open. Keeping his gun ready.

Both the man felt their stomach turn, with the stench that waffed, the moment the door was opened. Making them hunch and dry hurl, holding tight on their knees.

"I think we should wait for the team." Wad gasped, stepping away. As he coughed, trying to hold back the urge of throwing up.

Kongpob shook his head instantly. As he stepped up. Walking past Wad. Pulling out his flashlight. And flashing it inside the room. Trying to hold his breath as much as he could. Wad sighed, following.

It seemed like a contemporary operation theatre... Fancy, for the twenty year old abandoned hospital. And was stenching with the undoubted musk of rotten flesh.

Wad saw a switch board and he flicked all the lights on. As the room bathed in it.

Wad threw up next. Looking at the sight, that was awaiting them. His stomach kept turning. And he kept constantly throwing up.

While, Kongpob just froze. His whole world, seemed to tumble down. On him. As he watched with, slacked jaws. His stomach twisted, for all the different reasons. Tears dropping freely down his cheeks.

Kongpob dropped his gun, getting hold of his initial shock. As he pulled open his suit jacket, with trembling fingers. Shaking in controlled sobs. His insides turning. As he stepped closer to the operation table, in the centre of the room.

Visions of thousands of moments, came flashing in front of him. Sound of laughter. Brown eyes staring back. Pink full lips that would always spread in a gleefull smile, the moment Kongpob would be near. The pale expanse of the beautiful body which always, made Kongpob's heart race. Was lying there still.

How can Kongpob throw up? Looking at something which was his whole existence. Though, he couldn't recognise anymore.

The brown eyes were gone, leaving empty sockets. The pretty pink lower lip was torn of the jaw. The pale body had numerous bite marks, some places discarded of flesh. The beautiful torso had a operated and sewed reverse 'T'.

And... The pale thighs, had an alarming amount of dry blood. Which were smeared over the stainless operation table too.

Kong's lips parted in a silent scream. As he was unable to form any sort of voice. He covered the body of his only sanity. And collected it in his arms. He scooped the bloodless form, with utmost care. Scared, he might break.

He sat down over the floor, next. With the tender flesh in his arms. And leaned against the wall, hugging the form closer.

Kongpob, refused to register the stench coming off the body. The only thing he acknowledged was the soft rosy essence of his lover. That's the only way he wanted to smell, Atid.

He rocked to and fro, one arm around the lifeless torso. The other he used to hide the formless face in the crook of his neck. Choking with his soundless, slack jawed cries.

Wad remained where he was sitting on the opposite side, crying himself. Leaning against the wall. Atid was special to them.

They found this beautiful orphan during one of their case runs. Where the journalist helped them, a lot. And Wad saw with his own eyes, the beginning of the love story between Kongpob and Atid. Two years back.

Kongpob had lost everything. In a plane crash. And Wad was thrilled to find their scowling lone wolf, happy once again. With the new anchor, he found.

They knew each other from way back. And looking at his old friend, being his own self again. Was a breath of fresh air, for the whole group.

But now, looking at the two bodies on the other side, Wad knew. Everything was crumbled.

And... he didn't want to know what went with, Atid Sutthiluk. Wad knew. If they knew what happened. The last of his friend's sanity would snap like a delicate branch.

Kongpob kept caressing the rough hairs.  Continuing to rock himself. A gesture which always calmed his lover, whenever he felt scared or confronted.

"Thank you for finding me... P..."

Kongpob's breathes hitched. As he saw a spectral form of his lover. Standing in front of him. Looking like the beautiful angel, he always was. In a loose white half tucked shirt and washed jeans. And Kongpob knew why he never used to find his white shirts.

And, Kongpob wasn't scared. If it was a vision of his twisted, insane mind. He didn't mind being insane. He didn't mind looking at the translucent form of his lover.

"I feel safe now.." Atid's voice broke. "I was so scared.."

A gutteral scream left Kong's throat. As his banged the back of his head, against the wall. His breathes choked. And he let out another scream. Trying to convey the painful void he was feeling inside.

He let out another scream, imagining the things, his beautiful lover must have went through. The scare and the pain. The inhuman torture that he must have faced.

Kongpob growled in desperation this time. Finally, getting a picture, how his Atid must have been killed. How he failed in protecting his own lover.

"ATID..." Kongpob screamed.

Wad did nothing, he sat where he was. The desperate howls of his friend breaking his insides.

And that was exactly how Knott found them. Wad was surprised to see their blank faced in command in tears. As he tried to coax Kongpob to let go of Atid's body.

Kongpob refused to do so. Physically hurting those, who tried.

"NO... DON'T TOUCH HIM... HE IS SCARED... DON'T TOUCH HIM.." Kongpob screamed and hit. Some of their bests to the ground.

"Kongpob..." Knott finally knelt and cupped Kong's face.

"P'Knott.. please... Please don't take him. He is scared." Kong whispered.

"Kong... Listen to me."

Wad was surprised to hear the broken voice of their otherwise cold, in command.

"We need to take him. We have to take him. He needs to be properly treated."

Kongpob wailed painfully in reply. Continuing to bang his head.

"P'Knott... He never liked being alone..." Kongpob cried. Rocking like a madman. His painful screams, the only thing that rang through the quite.

"He won't be... Just let me take care." Knott caressed Kong's hairs.

"What are you gonna do?" Kongpob hugged tighter. "No. No. I won't let you take him away."

Kongpob shook his head, like a child refusing to let go of his mother.

Knott gulped a lump and gestured over his shoulder. Wad watched as one of the men, prepared a dose of sedation. And approached Knott. While Kong kept caressing and kissing the pale forehead.

"I am sorry Kong. But, things will be better."

Kongpob wasn't listening. He was a lost cause. But he did notice when Knott pierced the syringe in his neck.

Wad shivered, at the way Kong sneered, at Knott. He held Atid tight, in one arm. And choked the big hulk of a man with the other.

Knott gasped, going blue in a flash. But, made no attempt of pushing away.

"Knott Bunrot. I'll kill you. I'll kill you with my bare hands." Kong hissed. "Don't you dare take my Atid away."

The drug was already taking action. But, drugged or not. Everyone knew, Kongpob Sutthiluk, was a lethal weapon.

So, Wad got a grip of himself, walking towards his team. And it took their whole team of ten men. Excluding Knott, in parting Kongpob away, from Atid. While he growled like a wounded beast. Tackling and hurting his own mates.

Knott carefully pulled away Atid from Kongpob. Coughing with red face and bloodshot eyes. Kongpob screamed in tears, looking at Knott, who was carrying Atid away. He felt he was physically torn of his vital organs.

"P'KNOTT... DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY... GIVE HIM BACK..."

"Calm down Kongpob. It's gonna be alright." One of the man, held Kong back tight. While, the others binded him, bodily.

All the exhaustion and the drug, finally took effect. And Kongpob limped. Gazing at the door, Knott walked out from, with hazy eyes. Until, his sight went dark.