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Taken from : Deranged by combustingcolours

This is a piece of fiction & not a real crime case.

Note: Names of main characters are changed for necessary reasons.

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The smell of blood intoxicated him, it was as if it had put him in some kind of trance as he lifted up his stained hand to his face, taking in the iron smell. The young male stood in front of a dead man’s fresh corpse, momentarily in daze before he felt a rush of some sort inside his body. It made him feel alive, his heavy breathing turned into a giddy laugh before it slowly turned into a sinister one. He knelt down, staining his denim jeans in the pool of blood.

The crimson red color of the liquid mixed with his washed out jeans created a rather awful hue. It took a while before he could calm down, realizing what he had done, though fully aware of the murder he had committed, he stayed calm, as if it was not the first time he killed a person before. It felt like a calling, like he belongs, as if he was made to do this.

The male stood up and changed his jeans to his training pants before taking gasoline, a match and lighter from his duffle bag, burning both his garment and the dead body.

He felt no remorse, he could care less if he got caught, but he got rid of all possible evidence they may put on him. The latter walked away after that incident and went back to the dormitory where he lived with twelve other boys.

“Hey Alex ! Where the fuck have you been? It’s 3AM for fuck’s sake!” Sameul, the eldest and the leader of TWISTED greeted him with his arms crossed and expression rather displeased with the brunette’s unannounced getaway in the middle of dawn. He gave him a bright smile and laughed while scratching the back of his head, continuing to walk inside giving the leader a big hug, hoping to cool him down by acting cute.

“Ey!! Chill bro… You know I had to get my noodles and cola at night after practice.” It was true, he needed to eat his snacks after making a choreography, it was a routine for him, a perfect excuse for the crazy night he’s been through.

“You need to text me where you’re going! You know that we have an early schedule tomorrow, and oh.. Walter is still in his studio right?” He took it. He nodded his head, feigning innocence with a small smile and confused eyes, “Okay, I’ll call him, you wash up and go to sleep. You two need to rest, you’ve been working too much.” The older male took out his phone to dial the other leader’s number.

“Hey…Walter, go home and take a rest-“ There was a pause, Alex looked back at Samuel with a puzzled face, normally the latter would have nagged about getting enough rest and some other important things so it was rather questionable as to why he had paused for a long time.

“What?! Calm down, calm down! I’m picking you up okay? I’m calling the manager to get you out. Calm down.”
“What’s wrong?”

“Walter was on his way home, he said he smelled something foul and burnt just a few blocks away from the company, he then found a burnt dead body, he reported it to the police but they couldn’t recognize it. He is being held inside the police station for investigation, he’s crying right now. I’m picking him up, you go call manager hyung, tell him what happened please!” Samuel frantically shuffled to get his things, almost falling by the front door as he rushed out, leaving the smirking Alex peeking from the bathroom door.

Something actually scares little Walter, how lovely.
The male took his shower after texting their manager about what happened. He whistled a random song as he felt the hot water washing away the dirt and germs from the brawl he had earlier. He was calm, maybe a little bit too calm for someone who has just committed murder and possibly on the verge of getting caught. He knew what would happen, but he is certain that he got rid of all the possible evidence.

Their neighborhood’s security cameras were all busted from the continuous rain for the past few weeks. Nonetheless, he still made up an alibi in his head just in case it was needed.

Truthfully, he was nervous inside, there’s a tiny little voice pushing his conscience and morals, but Hoshi shook it off, he knew well enough that he couldn't let himself go like that. Besides, it was just one crime, just one crime and no more.

The rush…

The male stared at his shaking palms through his wet hair and flowing water from the shower head. He couldn’t deny that the rush it gave him was definitely euphoric, it made him feel superior, like a God. No, wrong, he felt as if he was God. It was glorious. The way that man begged for his mercy, the melodious scream of horror and pain made his heart dance in glee, it felt better than dancing.

No. Stop it.

Alex shook his head before turning off the shower and stepping out to dry himself, briskly rubbing the towel on his hair as he headed out with only a bigger towel around his waist. The dorm was quiet except for the low snoring coming from the rooms with all the members soundly sleeping. It did not help his train of thoughts on stopping on its tracks, it only made it worse.

“No. No please no, I’m sorry!” The man begged as he took another step closer towards the beaten up guy.

Earlier that moment, Alex was just walking home when all of the sudden the man tried to mug him, pointing a sharp blade at the other, but tables seemed to turn when the younger male landed punch after punch and soon got a hold of the knife, stabbing the crook multiple times till he could no longer stand.

It gave him power, power that dancing couldn’t seem to give him. The way the man cried for his life, the sight of blood gushing out from his wounds and good lord, how magnificent it was to hear and feel the knife going in and out the body of that man.
It was beautiful.

“Very beautiful.” He whispered under his breath, he sat by the living room, reliving the incident in his mind. The towel on his head slipped down to the couch as he tilted his head back with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression. There’s a tiny voice telling him what he had done was wrong, and he should probably confess, but all the other things came to place.

He can’t confess now, he’s an idol, he is well loved by his fans, and he— he will not get caught.

I will not be caught.

A small giggle came out of his mouth, and soon that giggle turned into a laugh. A very happy and psychotic laugh.

Knock. Knock.

“Shut the fuck up, it’s 4AM!” A voice, possibly Jayden’s, from the wall behind him stopped his laugh, Hoshi shot his eyes open before tilting it back to face the reflection of himself at the television in front of him, the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk.

“Sorry bro! Was watching something really entertaining.” Very entertaining. The younger male feigned a light voice, apologizing to his older member, still having that rather ominous smile upon his face. After hearing the other groan and a muffled shuffle, he got up and went inside his own room to prepare to go call it a night.

A night that will change his entire life.