I hate the way your blood feels on my hands

He found her, crouched over the body of a college boy, fear in his brown eyes. "Violet," he called. She turned. She saw him, eyes widened and realized. Seokjin had looked for her the whole time. When he saw the letter on the wall, he researched.

He found a history of unsolved murders, all left with a single v at the scene. He had tracked her, he had found her. She hissed, stabbed the knife into the boy's chest, then lunged.

Seokjin avoided her, threw her on the ground, pinning her down. Violet screamed, "let me go!"

"Why?" He screamed back, screamed like she did. "Why did you run, why did you kill?" She stopped.

"What?"

"There is a list of unsolved murders, five boys across five years. I knew it was you the moment you set foot back in town. You broke the windows of my shop." Her eyes widened.

"It was a dare at a party," she said. "I had no idea it was you."

"But I knew. I knew all along, I was looking for you." She cried. Tears streaming down her face. Little Violet, orphan, psychopath, murderer. She cried harder. "I thought of you as my sister, I never stopped looking, they told me your story."

Little Lost Violet the girl with no name had killed her abusive parents and ran. "You were so small," he continued. "I didn't think you were capable of such violence. Kind of sounds like your name. Violent Violet." She screamed, threw him off, grabbed her knife.

"Go away!" She hissed, dipping her hand down, writing a v on Jungkook's forehead.

"Are you going to kill me too V? Do it, I won't blame you, you suffered." She stopped knife in hand, realizing that she was too far gone for his offer. She didn't deserve his pity, she didn't deserve his mercy, she deserved the fate of the boys that she had hated.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I won't kill you." She looked directly into his eyes, tears streaming down her face. "Forgive me," she whispered. Then she plunged the knife directly into her chest. She didn't hear his screams asking her to stop, didn't feel his arms wrap around her, catching her before she hit the ground. She became one with the darkness that consumed her. And so two people died that night.

Seokjin was troubled, sure the case was closed. Seven deaths across time, he was scared for her. "Murderer called 'V' found" read the papers. He hated them. He had tried to save Violet, pulled the knife out of her chest, tried to staunch the bleeding. It was too late.

He hummed in his shop, living like nothing had happened. He smiled, and laughed like she had not existed. But she was there, seven sets of laughing voices echoing inside the walls. Light streamed into his shop, hitting and glinting off the silver knife buried blade down in a pot of blooming African Violets.