His tone was so cold and harsh that his breath was almost turning to fog in front of his face. When the voices in his mind didn't reply, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, making his way towards the house.
A knock thumped from the front door, but it was barely heard over the garbled noise of the party. The drunken hostess staggered over to the front door and wrenched it open. Her open cleavage was soaked with beer, most of which from the plastic cup that she was swinging around.
"Hey, come on in! There's beer in the kitchen and pussy in the bedroom!"
The figure standing at the door slowly raised his head, glaring at her with sunken bloodshot eyes. "You are guilty."
He reached into a sheath hidden in his overcoat and drew a strip of rusty steel, honed into an amateur sword with only a layer of fabric as the handle. The blade was jagged and serrated, but that was only a mistake in the attempted creation of an edge. Before the girl could even realize what he was holding, he lashed out and stabbed her in the gut, piercing her through. The rusty edge burst out of her back with blood oozing from the jagged points that ran up the edge. As he pulled the blade free, a woman spotted the dead hostess fall to her knees and screamed.
"You are all guilty!" Jimin snarled as everyone in the vicinity turned to him.
Yn stared at Jimin and released a trembling gasp. Even from that distance, yn was able to look his eyes and see the hatred within him. Never before had she witnessed much anger and pain in someone or felt so overwhelmed and crushed by its intensity. He didn't even seem to be human. She ducked down to the floor, hoping she wouldn't be noticed.
The madman bolted forward, swinging his mock sword wildly and slashing at the people closest to the door. With each swing, the serrated blade would tear through flesh with ease. His second victim was another woman and he stabbed her through the chest, right through her open cleavage. He then turned around and struck a man who had come forward to see what was going on. Jimin slashed him from shoulder to hip, severing almost every artery in his chest so that he would bleed to death in less than a minute.
Until now, the party had been so cramped that no one could run away, but that wouldn't last long. People were already shoving each other as they tried to get to another part of the house, and even with the slow stream through the backdoor, they were all packed together like cows in a slaughter house. Yn was one of them, trying to get away, but all of the frantic partiers just pinned her to the wall in their own desperation, as if she were thrown against the rocks by a raging river. She was forced to hide under a table and wait for the crowd to thin out.
By now, Jimin was completely blood-drunk. The pain that racked his body had not lessened, but it was now being fought by a sensation of fulfillment. The voices that haunted his mind were finally silent, his disease could not stop him, and until his mission was complete, he would never end his path of destruction. With that sword in his hand, he had abandoned his physical form, leaving only the pain and vengeance in his heart to wreak havoc upon those he deemed guilty. He did not enjoy killing, but it was something he had to do; it was his purpose.
Moving into the crowd, he hacked, stabbed, and slashed wildly at everyone in his reach. Blood sprayed with each injury, soaking the walls, floor, and Jimin's clothes. Bodies were falling like dominos as he worked his way through the horde. No one could even hurt him, because they were all too drunk to properly fight back. He stepped towards a couch where a couple was making out. Even with all the screams, they were completely unaware of what was going on.
"Oh shit!" the boy cursed, looking over his girlfriend's shoulder and spotting the bloody sword in Jimin's hand.
With a wide slash, Jimin beheaded the girl, sending up a fountain of blood. Still erect from his girlfriend straddling his lap, the man didn't have time to react as the killer slashed his throat, giving his neck bloody smile. Throwing aside his jacket, a football player ran towards Jimin with a broken beer bottle in his hand. Jimin lazily turned around and didn't bother to stop the jock from stabbing him just bellow the ribs. The ring of lacerations further soaked his already bloody shirt, but the tormented swordsmen didn't even react.
"Do you honestly think that you can make me feel more pain than I am enduring now?" he asked before stabbing his next victim through the gut.
By now the house was almost empty, as the partiers were rushing out the backdoor or climbing out the windows as fast as they could, but there were still over two dozen people in the first floor alone. Jimin spotted a group of partiers at a window, frantically trying to open it. In desperation, one of them punched through the glass, tearing up his hand. He then tried to climb out, while getting torn and shredded on the remaining shards. The others tried to push him through so they could escape.
"You cannot escape your sins!" Jimin roared in a blood drunk daze before charging towards them.
The partiers screamed and begged for mercy, but the madman did not hesitate in cutting them all down. From under her table, yn had her hands over her mouth, trying to stifle her fearful sobs. When Jimin had his back turned, yn left her hiding place, running towards the staircase. Hearing her, Jimin turned around and gave chase. With his heavy footfalls behind her, yn was more terrified than ever before in her life. Just the distance from the table to the staircase felt like it was a mile long, with the serial killer behind her more resembling a pack of rabid wolves, snapping at her heels.
He reached her before she could climb up the stairs, grabbing her by the wrist. He turned her around and threw her down at the stairs, raising his sword above his head. Yn turned to face him, and the second their eyes met, Jimin stopped. In a single moment, he seemed to become like a statue, holding his sword over her in mid-stab. Yn was in the same state, unable to move. She was fixated on his face and eyes, which had completely changed. Before, they showed only hatred and agony; the unstoppable desire to kill, but so much misery that came with it, as if killing was the only way to relieve his pain.
