I had always wanted my father dead. In fact, I couldn't think back to a day where I didn't. I wanted him to rot in hell. I thought I would always despise him till the last breath I took. But seeing him now made me regret every time I wanted to bury him alive in his grave with my own hands.

I slowly walked through the fresh pool of blood, bending down on my knees so I could meet his level. I held down on the spot where the gunshot was on his waist, making my dad wince from the sudden pain.

"Who told you to come! Don't you know how to mind your own business?!" His voice came out in a small grunt through his clenched teeth in my ears as he tried to sit up properly, seeing me beside him.

I scoffed in disbelief. Was he really yelling at me right now? Did he actually think I cared enough for him to walk into a death trap? If I was in my father's place right now, on the floor, bleeding to my death, in my father's enemies hands....he would have sprinted in the other direction, without even thinking of me. He would save himself... not even bothering to look back. Just like what he did to my mother.

He only loved himself and his money; no one could come in between... not even his one true love. But I was a different breed than my father. Even though he made me a monster, I still could never live with the guilt if I hadn't come to his rescue. It would have eaten me alive. I wasn't willing to have his death on my hands... I wasn't willing to become my father.

"Did you think I wanted to come here?" I questioned him, the frustration and anger lingered in my voice, "Don't worry, I still want you dead. But I'm not gonna let you slip away from me this way. We are going to get out of here, alive. You're just going to have to hold on tighter, for a little bit more."

I wiped the last bits of tears that fell from my eyes, feeling the wet blood smear on my cheeks. I looked down at my hands as a fear in the depths of my stomach began to emerge. The smell of the irony blood made me nauseous. My hands... it didn't look like they were mine but rather of a killer, I thought, seeing the blood smudged on them.

I closed my eyes and tried to swallow the last remains of fear that were inside me as I picked up my pistol and stood up, my back facing the two men that came here with me.

"Who did this?" My voice was a cold, shallow whisper that managed to even scare me,"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION! WHO DID THIS TO HIM?!"

I turned around and pointed my pistol at them. The rage in me was uncontrollable like the flames in hell. I let the monster that my father created in me take over, feeling every blood cell vibrate inside my veins. 

≈ Flash back ≈

"Mama...I'm scared." I hug my knees closer, curling myself into a small ball as I scooch further back into the corner of my dark bedroom. I let my long hair drape around my face like a curtain, hiding my puffy eyes and runny nose as I sobbed in my hands.

I could feel mama's warm finger brush against my wet cheeks as she placed a strand of my hair behind my ears, comforting me.

"It's okay baby... it was just an accident. I'm sure you didn't mean it." She told me in her marmalade voice. What she didn't know was it wasn't an accident. I did it on purpose.

But I didn't mean to hurt Jisoo. It just happened before I even noticed, and that terrified me. That urge I felt, I couldn't control it, it was too powerful. It took over before I even noticed.

I stared into her sympathetic, warm eyes as my vision blurred in and out of focus from the hot tears. My eyebrows furrowed together in anger and confusion, not knowing why she looked at me like I was innocent and pure. Why did she treat me with so much love and care, acting like I was normal, ignoring the fact that I was a monstrosity.....

"Ma-mama, I...I...I h-hurt her... I hurt my sister! W-what if you weren't there... what if..." My voice trailed off as I thought about what I wanted to do to her at that moment. I gulped as my thoughts dwelled on my conscience, realising who I truly am...

"I'm a monster." I whispered under my breath. The three words filled the cold empty bedroom, as my words settled in.

"Look at me, Elyna." She snuck her hand beneath my chin and raised my head. Her grip was much more firm and harder than before, so much so that my chin began to throb a bit in her hold.

"You are not a monster... and you will never be one. Do you understand?" An urgency could be heard in her soft voice, almost like a warning, a warning that I could never believe.

I push her hand away gently, not being able to admit to myself what mama was saying is true.

"But....I couldn't even control it.... I wanted to hurt her! Now Mr. Byuns is treating her!" I looked down at the palms of my hands, watching them shake furiously as they formed into two fists. I couldn't help but watch my tears fall and stroll along my clenched knuckles.

"I did that to her with my own hands...."

"Oh baby, come here." She picked me up and placed me on her lap, in between her crossed legs. My small, four year old body fitted seemingly, as I rested my head on her chest, too heavy to keep up. Mama's fingers brushed the back of my head in a soothing, repetitive motion as she hummed in my ear, letting me sob into her as she hushed my cries.

Hearing the muffled sobs eventually come to an end, she spoke quietly in my ear, thinking I had already whisked away in my sleep from the exhaustion. Even though my eyes were closed shut, I could still hear her words as clear as the day , as if she had said it to me in person as I cuddled deeper into her arms.

"Mama will teach you how to control it....okay? I promise nothing bad will happen to you as long as I'm alive. Nothing..... I will make sure no one dares to lay a finger on you. Even your father, no matter if I am dead or alive, I will always protect you. That is a promise that I will always keep." 

≈............≈

The burdening fear of losing myself to this monster that my father had created inside of me has always kept me up at night, not knowing the day I would finally snap.

A cynically evil chuckle boomed through the room, making me freeze in my steps. I could hear each step the man took, his shoes clacked against the floor behind me as he came closer. A cold shiver ran down my spine as the whole room's temperature dropped to an exceptional rate. My breaths gradually became shallow, feeling his presence behind me. I didn't dare to turn around and see who it was....

"So you finally decided to come? Didn't I tell you not to keep me waiting?" His dark, chilling voice made me clench my jaw as I held my pistol tighter. The desperate need to run and hide behind the counters of the lab was almost unstoppable. The feeling I had deep inside my guts from this man's cocky tone already gave off bad vibes. But I convinced myself to turn around on the count of three, feeling my instincts heighten as I slowly count down...

3....2....1....

I whipped myself around on the back of my heels, but there was no one in my view to greet me in return. Looking a bit closer, I could make out a bud of a glowing cigar butt floating in the orb of shadow in the darker corner of the lab. The stench clogged up my nose, choking me in its natural belligerent embrace. I watched as a man emerged from the shadows. He looked quite young, maybe a few years older than my father.

He had this touch of a deadly handsome man that could only be seen in movies or described in books. His face was just right; from the way his features were well spaced and set, everything almost seemed it had been carefully measured and put in place. It was very clear he was a Korean man; his features were distinctly Asian.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the dim light, it defined his face in such a way, making it angular yet soft at the same time, depending on the angle. The intense grin that he was displaying made his jawline a bit sharper. Although not particularly prominent, it did have the element of masculinity to it. But his eyes were the centre of attention; they were very big, slightly resembling cat-like eyes. The skin around his eyes was almost puffy, making his eyes just a little bit rounder. His lips on the other hand were very thick; so much so that they could have cast a dark shadow in every photo that was taken of him. Satan, if you will, like the classy guy he seems to be from his effortless fashion taste - with an exquisite tux and his grey hair gelled back. He held a cigar in one hand while a deep black cane with gold details in his other, which seamlessly pulled his whole outfit together.

It was also prominent in the way he carried himself. He looks like he could be the CEO's son in some drama. His eyes were piercing, boring into my soul. The gaze made me wonder what I did wrong. He had no moles or imperfections on his face. In other words, he was flawless.

I held the gun up as he came closer towards me, pointing it at his broad chest. Now that I noticed, he was taller than all of the men I have already seen. With those broad shoulders, he could carry a yacht.

"Soo-Hyun shii, didn't I tell you she would come... Look at her.... Don't you feel ashamed?" The man said as he carelessly came closer as if I was merely holding a water gun up at him. His eyes were on me, taking me in, observing every detail. I felt naked as a malicious grin formed on his lips.

"Elyna... listen to me... shoot him and run." I heard my father manage to say in between puffs of breath behind me. But the mysterious man was already a few inches away from me as he swiftly dug his nails into my skin in one move before I could notice. He gripped my small wrist in his hand, forcing the hand I held my gun with down to the side of my waist. I yelped in pain from the sudden shock. He was much stronger than he appeared to be.

"Do you think that's all it's going to take, dearie?" The whisper of his voice was soft and gentle, yet it made it sound more of a threat. He took my silence as his answer.

He used his free hand to gently trace my collarbone with his long, pale finger, clearly enjoying the tension. I wanted to swat his hand away from my body and smack him. Hard. Maybe even shoot a few bullets to his head. But I stood there, frozen like a statue, not knowing what to do under his gaze.

"What a good girl you are...So aren't you going to tell me who you are?" His words caught me off guard, grabbing my attention. I looked up at him with no emotion, studying the small details of his face. I could tell the man didn't know who I was, he hadn't figured out my secret.  

I connected the dots inside of my head. He didn't know I was my father's daughter...he didn't know about anything. He doesn't know who I truly was....

"Aren't you going to tell me dear?" He raised one of his filled, dark eyebrows.

"I'm just a girl who stumbled on some bad people...my type of people. Want to know anything else?" I raise my eyebrow back at him, letting him relish my cocky tone which matched his.

He let out a deep rumble of a laugh as he heard my answer while walking around me like a hound dog.

"Has anyone ever told you, you remind me of a goddess I once knew...." His voice softened as his hands trailed my body, making it quiver in disgust under his touch. He continued dragging his finger across my shoulders until he ended up on my sharp jawline.

"She was beautiful. No one could compare to her beauty...everybody wanted a taste...but do you know what that slut did dearie?" There was no fear in his muddy brown eyes. I was lost; there was no emotion in them at all....they were lifeless.

"She married your father." His tone was cold, but his words were like knives stabbing into my mind as he spoke recklessly about my dead mother with such ease.

The fire that I had thought disappeared, raged again. I could feel everything in me wanting to burst, wanting to break free of the leash I kept myself in. I swatted his hand away from my body, sending daggers through my eyes as I looked up at him.

"Never speak of my mother that way again." I hissed, the warning evident in my tone.

The man let out a scoff like he was in disbelief of what he had just heard.

"So you are his daughter." I froze.

My mind couldn't cope with the sudden shock of letting the secret I kept since birth slip with only a few of his words.

What did I just do? What the hell did I just do!