Jimin reached into the trashcan, searching for food. He didn't care what it tasted like or what condition it was in; he just wanted something to ease the empty throbbing in his stomach. His whole body was racked with pain and he wanted at least one part of his body not to hurt. He was standing under a graffiti-covered bridge while the rain hammered outside. While he didn't make a smile or even a grunt, he was relieved to find a half-eaten hotdog. He walked outside and sat on a bench, gorging himself on the ratty food. He leaned back, letting the rain wash away the dark bloodstains in his clothes.
Jimin was in his early twenties, had medium-length matted hair, and a shady beginning of a beard from days of not shaving. He had a sickly complexion and sunken bloodshot eyes. His build was more muscle than fat, but that was due mostly to how little he ate. He was a man between life and death, with his body leaning towards the latter and his soul so hollow that it might as well be the same. His mind was even less healthy, and his actions in the past would prove that, along with the actions of the near future.
His life had been a tragedy, marked by disease and death. Little could be said about his personality, there wasn't much to describe. His emotions were gone, he had no tastes in music or art, and a path down memory lane didn't exactly bring up any happy stories. The person formerly known as Jimin Locke was gone, his identity was gone, and pain and insanity had taken everything away. All that was left was agony. It was all he felt and it was his identity. Pain was all that remained of what was left of his life, and soon more people would feel his pain.
Yn was sitting in her dorm room, watching the news on TV. Her eyes were filled with fear and her hands were over her mouth. The story of the evening was a very grim one: another campus massacre had taken place, the fifth in a brutal chain going back several months. The story was the same in each case: a stranger enters a campus house party, pulls out some sort of machete-like weapon, and begins slaughtering everyone. Over a hundred people had been murdered so far, with the killer still on the loose.
Yn was nineteen and in both the prime of her youth and beauty. She had pale skin that looked like marble, bright blue eyes that seemed to glow, and long straight hair that was darker than granite. She was also gifted with the figure of a ballerina, but with a fuller chest. Regardless of her physical beauty, she always hid her body with very bland or dark clothes and multiple layers whenever possible. She had always been a shy girl, always lonely but wanting to be alone, brought on by life with parents that couldn't care less. The only reason why she was in college was because she managed to get a scholarship. She considered herself lucky that alcohol didn't run through her family, or abuse would have occupied most of her life: physical, psychological, and even sexual. It had left her forever in fear of the world.
The door opened and her roommate Anna stepped in. The blonde beauty had a heart that was the same shade as her hair, but she also had a pussy stretched by over a dozen frat boys. Ever since the two had met, Anna had taken it upon herself to pull yn out of her shell.
"What are you doing? There is a party down the road with your name on it!"
"I'm not going."
"What, are you listening to those media horror stories? Come on, there is no chance of that maniac heading our way. Listen, you make excuses every time. If you go out now, your curse will be lifted!"
"Listen, I just don't want to go. That killer out there should be reason enough. Besides, I have work tomorrow."
"Well what are you going to do? Sit in the dark and feel bad for yourself? You're always saying that you wish you had someone to talk to, well how are you supposed to find someone like that if you always choose to be alone?" Yn was silent. "Listen, just come this time, try and talk to people, and if you aren't happy after ten minutes, we'll both come back."
"Ok."
"Come on, honey. You REALLY need a drink," Anna said with a smile as she pulled yn out into the hall. As yn followed her unwanted life coach to the stairwell, she tugged on her sleeves, making sure that the scars on her wrists were covered.
Loud music bounced off the walls of the house and was distorted by the conversations of the drunken college kids. Yn stood by the staircase, desiring someone to talk too, but too shy and nervous to actually say something to someone. Across the room, Anna was flirting with a buzzed football player.
Jimin was standing across the street from the house, nearly invisible with his body hidden behind a small tree.
'Kill them all,' a voice hissed in his mind.
'Slaughter them,' another voice ordered.
"I know," Jimin muttered.
Make them pay, a third voice said.
"Shut up, just shut up!"
'They all deserve to die!'
While the sound was all in his head, he instinctively tried to cover his ears and block it out.
"I will end their lives. I will make them pay for the crimes they have and will commit. Just be silent and stay out of my way."
