Namjoon's POV:

With my hands and feet chained up, I paced back into the dark prison cell I call my home.

The prisoners who usually mess with me, were completely silent.

Not a sound to be heard from any of them.

They all feared me now that they knew just what I was capable of.

Knowing this didn't give me 'power' like most prisoners feel whenever they're feared by someone.

To me, being feared by someone reminds me of the beast that I carry within me.

The flesh eating beast that will fend on bastards like my uncle to keep my loved ones safe.

That's all I ever wanted from the start. To keep my loved ones safe.

But you know where that lead me to? Jail. A jail in which I'm being treated as a monster, and not given the reason.

The reason as to why I do so much harm to others.

No one understands a wolf. No one can ever comprehend just how hard it is to be me.

I often wonder, what the hell happened to me.

The old me.

I used to be Kim Namjoon, the soft, award winning champion who used his abilities to do
good.

Now I'm Kim Namjoon, the killer.

The wolf who slaughtered and took the lives of fourteen men in one sitting.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

If I had only controlled myself and avoided those gangsters, then I wouldn't have gone to jail for manslaughter, I would have never gotten hurt and sent to the hospital.

Chulmoon wouldn't have gotten hurt because of me.

Jin wouldn't have gotten hurt because of me.

My parents and his wouldn't have gotten hurt, emotionally, because of me.

All of this was all because of me.

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"Keep walking." I felt when a man pushed me. I looked behind me.

"My cell room is that way, you know." I told the policeman who just forced me to walk further.

"That room is no longer going to be yours. We have a special place for runaways like you,
Kim Namjoon." I turned my head over, staring at another policeman who was standing right next to the other.

I immediately recognized this policeman.

He was the same one I escaped, from not so long ago, in the hospital.

The man who I injured severely.

"How did you get here so fast?" I said.

"I have a police car and you have two feet. Enough talking, get inside." He pointed at my new cell.

I walked in. The room was way colder, bigger, and emptier.

It had no restroom and no sink. Just an old, rusty bunk bed and a single window, smaller than the one my previous cell room had.

The second I stepped foot in it, my body froze and I developed goosebumps all around, from my arms all the way down to my spine.

Not long after I was brought inside, I sensed something wasn't right.

It wasn't the cell room.

It was something from inside of the cell room.

Or should I say, someone.

Knowing that I was no longer alone wasn't my biggest issue.

No, my real problem was who I was alone WITH.

That scent I know too well.

A loud thud of large footsteps echoed as they hit the bottom of the floor, awaking my self-defense actions as I spun around to face the person.

"Welcome to Death Row, my dear Nephew." I was greeted by the person I once looked up to, but now hated the most, my uncle.

His words stopped me from attacking him at first sight.

"Death row? You mean..."

"Indeed. They're going to kill both of us." He gripped onto my throat, strangling me.

"Meaning that it doesn't matter what you do to me, or what I do to you. We're both going to the same place, Joon." He grimly whispered.

I held his hand, pulling his arm back and twisting it clockwise, earning a loud scream from him.

"Let me go!!" His screams were satisfying for me to hear. Like music to my ears.

"Did you ever let go of him when he was screaming?" I tightened my grip, about to pop my uncle's bone.

"That hurts me, you little bastard!"

"You never pitied his pain. Why should I pity yours?" I was hearing the rest of the guys shouting at me from their prison cells.

"Fuck him up!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"KILL HIM!" Their chanting kept me going as I continued to torture the man who hurt the love of my life.

He deserved this and much more.

"Please, a- agh! Stop it!! Now!!" He attempted to kick me, but his broken leg made him fall to the ground like the pathetic scumbag that he is.

I took this chance to continue teaching him a lesson.

No. Not a lesson.

More like: A taste of his own medicine.

Seeing my uncle pay for his own errors was worth me dying. At least I'll die knowing justice was made for Jin. That's all I've ever wanted for him.

"Guards!! Guards!"

"They won't hear you." I grinned.

"Help! Help me!" My uncle desperately cried out for help, but the policemen just told him to be quiet.

How convenient.

"He was never helped to escape from your demonic clutches. Now you won't escape mine.
Especially not alive." I growled, widening my jaw before going in for the kill.

"Tell Seokjin... I'm sorry." The man finally apologized, now that his life was on the line.

Pathetic piece of shit.

"Tell that to Satan when you feel the flames burning your soul alive in Hell."

And with that, I took one last look at my uncle's face before completely disfiguring it with
my sharp canine teeth.

All that was heard from the prison were the piercing screams coming from him and a few other prisoners who witnessed the gruesome details, and graphic scene of me killing my uncle.

In my mouth, I tasted his blood.

In my head, I felt the guilt.

But in this moment, I felt the satisfaction of knowing he was finally gone.

No amount of guilt can compare to the happiness I feel, knowing that Jin would never be hurt by him ever again.

But just when one problem had vanished, another arrived in the form of five armed policemen.

"This was it for me..."

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