♕Guardian Demon ∥ Yeonbin [✎]

Chapter 11.5

 "Oh my god."

The boy landed heavily on his knees, his hands soaked with his friend's blood, who was lying motionless on the floor. 

"What the fuck happened here..." Another boy yelled from upstairs, skidding to a stop just before the scene of the bloody mess below. 

"Ravn...h-Hyung," Beomgyu slowly looked up, eyes wide and at that moment, the sheer terror in his eyes was enough to make Ravn want to run away and just never come back to this living world anymore. But well, he doesn't have a choice to run away, he's the oldest one here! 

With that thought he slid down the stairs with caution, inching around the pool of blood on the floor and other watery contents, and seated himself next to the shaking figure. 

"Hey, erm, calm down ok, let's go back up first alright?" Ravn rubbed the other's shoulders soothingly but his own fingers were shaking and well, the tremors from Beomgyu made him shudder as well. What the shitting fuck is going on?

Frankly, he didn't see any actions and whether Beomgyu did, he didn't know either but he knew shit definitely went down here. At first, they didn't really think much of the noises since, well there were noises and howls all around the neighborhood. Strangely, it was the silence that followed which made Beomgyu suspicious. 

So, the younger boy left to investigate while Ravn double-checked all the windows when the yell of his friend echoed hauntingly through the empty house. 

And that's the scene that he saw. Soobin's bloody and motionless body, lying in a pool of blood that seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, way too much for a person. Next to him a woman, the injured boy's mother laid in the same fashion only with the absence of the blood and bruises littering her body. The kitchen was a mess. 

"He-" Beomgyu started, his voice shaking so hard, Ravn could barely make out the next few words that he said. And yet, even without hearing it properly, Ravn understood it all the same. 

Soobin is dead.

Such a startling fact that it was almost unbelievable. Such gruesome death and not only that, the death of his friend, just a few meters below him was a fact that he simply cannot accept. 

Dead...

Involuntarily, both of the boys started crying, silent, mourning tears that dripped down onto the floor, leaving the bodies of the known people in the kitchen.

"Here, have a drink," Ravn handed a cup of warm water to the other, who was huddling himself, knees up to his chest, face downcast. 

"Is this from..."

"No, it's from my bag, so it's not that hot anymore,"

Beomgyu nodded and took small little sips of the liquid. Rav made his way over to the chair and sat down, drinking a cup of his own.