APOLOGIZE

"SEON." I GROWLED the moment I caught his dark figure.

He turned to me with a smirk.

"Hello, Kira." he said, his voice even, and my fingers curled into tight fists at his composure.

"Stay away from her." I snarled.

His eyes widened with amusement.

"You think I want her?" he asked, looking at me with surprise.

"Don't pretend you don't want her." I seethed.

I clenched my jaw, and forced myself to meet his gaze.

"You wanted Hana too, Seon. And she's the reincarnation of her. How am I supposed to know you don't want her?"

He looked shocked as I said it.

Then he laughed.

Fucking sick bastard.

"Don't act like you loved her. You know what you wanted," he said soberly.

"I would never hurt her." I hated how weak I sounded.

He shrugged.

"Maybe."

"I'm not taking any chances of her getting hurt because of you." I snarled, my own self-pity washed away as I said the words.

I took a step closer.

He backed away, causing me to grin.

"Let me show you," I breathed.

"Just how it feels to be in a dark room."

The lights flickered.

"Alone," I offered, my words tattooed into his mind.

"And in absolute..." My fingers caught the cigarette pack hidden in my pocket, and they collided with the paper-wrapped tobacco.

"—pain." I was soothed by the scent, and grazing my fingers across the end, allowed the fire from my touch to consume it.

Seon must have seen the small dust of light. I heard the trace of his footsteps as they shifted from me even further. Inhaling the intoxicating aroma of nicotine, I allowed the tendrils of smoke to wrap around my organs, hugging them with their sickened desire to kill.

It lasted two seconds until my body regenerated.

Quicker than last time.

I dug the cigarette into his flesh, the paper crumpling only a few layers deep. Not enough flame to hit the bone.

He hissed under the heat, and I locked his wrists to his side, pushing him against the euro gray wall.

"Do you remember what I told Deiji that made her so upset with me?" I questioned, and he stared at me, his expression a mixture between fear and anger.

I went to an all-girls school in Seoul back in the 1950's. But my friends were more interested in him than me.

"Would you stop if I told you?" he growled.

"Yes," I lied.

"'She only wants your body.'"he replied softly.

"Good." I nodded.

I snapped his arm in half.

The satisfying crunch of his bone underneath my hand sent tingles up my own arm, his extended in odd, disgusting forms.

"What the fuck—!"

I ripped his limb from its socket, blood running in scarlet waves from where his arm used to be. I saw the edge of his snow-white bone and dug my fingers until they wrapped around the stone-hard skeleton of his broken bone.

Then I pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled.

Andpulledandpulledandpulledandpulledandpulledandpulled—

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The smell of his burning flesh was hidden over the heavy blanketed aroma of bleach staining the cellar of the apartment.

"Would you like to go out?" I purred to Aera, straining my voice to sound casual. I could sense her anxiety and it gnawed at my insides.

She looked up from her thick paperback copy of Twilight, and my eyes flickered to the page her eyes lifted from.

"Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either," he chuckled.

"You're not supposed to laugh, remember?"

He struggled to compose his face.

"I'll figure it out eventually," I warned him.

"I wish you wouldn't try." He was serious again.

"Because...?"

"What if I'm not a superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?"

I memorized the number—page 92—and unstickered my eyes from the page, though the movement didn't stop the words from wrapping around my mind.

Aera made a small noise.

I looked down and realized my hand was resting on her inner thigh.

Oh, shit.

"I apologize," I whispered, taking my hand away as if her skin had electrocuted me instead of gifting me with the soft pleasure of her warmth.

"It's okay." she replied shyly.

Her stomach growled a moment later.

I sent her a smirk.

"Do you like hotteok?"