The past - March 16th, After a heart stopped.

[ Trigger Warning ]

Chris looked at the blade, perfectly polished and sharpened. Still flowing with Haruka's blood, becoming thicker and drier by the second.

Scarlet red.

Fresh and warm......

Yet, when he saw the now almost velvet blood of his love, he did not cry. Not a bit. That reminded him what an insolent, selfish, ignorant assh*le he was.

He was angry and enraged. He placed it by his pocket and picked Haruka's lifeless body up.

He held her with all his might and placed her against the wall, buttoning up her shirt again and looked at her, giving her another sweet kiss.

" I'm sorry, Haruka" His palms found a way to her face as he caressed her soft, cold skin.

The slice on her neck was letting blood siphon by and it angered him even more. He tore another piece of his shirt and gently dabbed it on her sliced skin, hoping to cut off the stream of nightmares.

Hoping that this is all a dream. Nothing more.

Something he could wipe off.......

He tied the former piece of cloth around her neck, his breath spewing mist in the cold dusk.

But reality doesn't care. It doesn't give a crap for his wishes.

His eyes were showering out tears; as he finished dabbing the red tainted cloth, he was angrier than ever.

" Wait, here." He wiped the hair off her smiling face as she still looked like she'd been sleeping peacefully.

But that wasn't the truth.

He stood up as he took out the knife and walked down the hallway, scraping the knife on the wall, making a melody.

One only he could hear right then......

This was the requiem he was sending to her whom he hoped won't be seeing what is to happen. Hoped she won't be seeing the series of events about to take part in the murderer's life, caused by the one with murderous intent to avenge.

*****

" There you are, you son of a b*tch" He mouthed in a soulless voice. Strong and determined.

Merciless and furious.

The voice of a hunter.

The built up tension of all the years of anger, fear and every other emotion blew up in one major event.

It woke up the animal.

The predator.

The alpha.....

The hooded figure was lying face first on the ground. His leg broken and in danger of being cracked. Half conscious and half dazed.

Half in rage and half in cowardice.

The guy never meant to even hurt Haruka, much less kill her. But it all happened too fast, he couldn't decipher a thing. He truly loved her. Yet it all went downhill.

He broke his promise to not hurt her and so, he thought he deserved to die.

So, he begged......

" Kill me, Chris" But these words didn't reach out to his ears.

He never asked or thought how his name was known to him.

Since, Chris was blinded by a mad rage, screaming at its highest, maddening him more by the moment. To him, for Haruka's soul to reach heaven, one needs to go the other way.

Whether it was his or the murderer's........he didn't need to think twice......

" Kill me, won't ya?" A chuckle.

" KILL ME." The voice was more desperate this time, laughing out of nervousness.

" KILL ME!" Words asking mercy.

" KILL ME, GODAMMIT!!!" A plea.

" KILL ME!!!!!" He tugged on his jeans and tried to pull him down but Chris stood his ground. And finally, he heard this voice and he chuckled menacingly.

" Kill you?" He laughed, the monster out of the shackles of consciousness and self restraint.

*****

The police were rushing to this place, after hearing the screams and yells through the the phone.......

*****

" Sure, I'll grant you your wish, you pathetic scum." He poked his index on the tip of the blade, testing its sharpness.

He slowly lifted his foot.

" But it won't be pretty!" Saying this, he brought down his foot on the guy's backbone with a little effort.

It filled the silence of the night with a cry of agony.

" Hurts, doesn't it?" It didn't even look down on it's prey.

A blinding rage can bring the Devil in the purest Angel.

After all, the Devil himself was once an Angel.

" THAT'S HOW IT FELT FOR ME!" Chris yelled at the top of his lungs which topped the wail the other guy let out.

" When. You. MURDERED HER!" He stomped his heel again and again and again and again on his back which filled the silence with the sound of bones breaking and cracking under pressure.

And again. And again. And again.

Then, he started to rapid fire it in repetition; and the cries started to dim down, bit by bit......

Noticing this, he yanked him up with one hand and looked at his face," What's the trouble? Out of energy? Your death won't be coming soon, it that's that you want!" He started to roar with laughter, devoid of mercy for this person whom he didn't know.

The murderer felt only two things still.

Pain. And soul crushing agony of guilt.

He threw him on the floor to catch a small break, his body rolling with crunches and halting after a few rolls.

But his bones were shattered.

The one on the floor had no faith, no energy to scream but he still though he deserved this.

When he clearly didn't......

The look Chris had was not of the good guy of the past but one of a cold blooded, killer.

The same eyes that once looked at him when he encountered them in the past.

Eyes of the wicked. The eye of a mind that was indifferent to chaos.

The possessed pulled him back up, regaining his dimming rage and placed the blade on his forehead.

" Shh. Tell no one about this. This is gonna be our secret" He whispered, placing his index on his lips and the knife cutting the gap between their faces, a maniacal grin playing on his face. And then with little effort, he sliced the blade off his face, giving out another cry of anguish.

*****

The police was by the 18th floor, wondering how and why someone came here and why there was a scream in this seemingly unhabited building, even if the call might have been a prank call.

*****

Malice, happiness, fear, terror and satisfaction were one and the same on his face now. " Tell me something, mate."

" Do you know the meaning of defenestration? Te-" His lips paused.

" Do you know the meaning of the word, 'Defenestration'?" He repeated.

The one who had no energy didn't speak.

He just wanted to die. He wanted to atone for his sinful deeds.

The predator had become the prey, the hunter was being hunted......

A hellish smirk exposed itself out to his face.

Haruka's soul would be soon, free......

" Tell me" He pressed it slightly into his skull.

" Tell me!"

" TELL ME!" Harder. Until blood started to crop up from the one spot.

" TIMES UP!!" He smashed his face on the ground, making yet another muffled scream as the sound of a broken jaw resounded clearly in the on and off silence.

He stomped his spine one more time for fun and still kept a foot on.

And then with another try of little effort, he placed his hand on the victims head and gripped his hair, pulling his neck back.

The guy finally tried to scream but he couldn't.

He finally tried to apologise but he couldn't.

He finally tried to yell for help but he couldn't.

His broken jaw wasn't of much help either.......

Unsatisfied that his neck wasn't at the right angle, he pulled it back until his ears were hearing crunches; and then he stomped his foot on the back of his neck until he heard a snap and a moan; and that was it......

The murder was dead......

The one who acted out of uncontained emotions was dead......

The one who couldn't scream out was dead......

But that wasn't enough for Chris to avenge Haruka......

He needed to make him bleed; to rid of his existence.

With a smile, he lifted his head back more until it was in reflex angle and then, his hand. He brought down his own, twisted form of justice and thrusted his hand down to earth and drove it right down his skull.

The monster's justice.

The screams stopped that minute.

But it wasn't a moment of guilt or sorrow or remorse for Chris. " Wait a second, you're a UNICORN!" Chris noticed the blade sticking out his head and started to laugh at it hysterically.

The madness got it's taste of murder. Of torture.

And after a moment, the roar of rage started to wane. The madness which engulfed him started to calm down. He was floating up the ocean of madness up to the horizon of hollowness.

But he still wasn't up......

He needed to jump one just one more step.

He dragged the boy's lifeless corpse up a stairs and dragged him until the centre of the room, throwing his body skidding down the floor which skidded to a halt, right at the edge of the unfinished balcony.

Chris made sure to plop the knife deep, so it won't fall off and he sat down near his dead love.

*****

The police were at the 39th....halted at the sudden silence this time. They caught their breaths and continued to climb.

*****

" I'm sorry, Haruka" His voice and mind were mostly back intact but he wasn't in control of what happened. " I'm sorry" He cracked.

Something shattered inside.

Something crumbled inside.

Something died inside.

Something that can't be brought back to life.....

" I'm sorry....."

He repeated again and again as his voice became coarse to feeble and from feeble, breaking down to a murmuring sob. The silence of that night was restored.

But he heard the sirens of the police and knew he would be accused of murdering both of them. And he knew he had no chance of escaping, much less convince them.

So he gripped reality and placed a slow, sweet, and a guiltless kiss for a last time on Haruka's lifeless body.

They won't be together ever again.

A drop of blood dripped down the edge of her lips when he kissed it again, gently mouthing," Atleast now we're together" His twisted mind playing with him.

Chris was sure that he saw her smile, even among all these horrors.

Amongst this insanity.

" Time to finish this" He wiped the last tear from the side of his face and stood up, slowly making his way to the edge of the building.

The police were two floors down, still deciphering the silence after a series of screams.

Trying to patch this turn of events in this night.

With yet another slight effort, the lifted the lifeless corpse of the murderer with one hand and looked at him.

He had all the strength he could ask for.

He had everything he asked for.

Revenge.

Power.

Rage.

Solace.

But not her.....

" I'm sorry you had to be my first kill" He felt a tinge of guilt and remorse for the first time as he spoke to the mangled corpse.

" But what you did was wrong......"

" You picked the wrong person to piss off." The animal crushed the jugular vein one more time. To cool off everything it had.

" Sayonara" He dropped the victim down 51 floors and down into the ground below.

He looked at the sky which seemed to be a sea of dark red.

He chuckled.

" Defenstration is the act of throwing something or someone off a window or building" He said in a low voice and turned.

Chris turned to find the police commanding him to put his hands on his head. They had their handguns in their hands, the safeties released.

He didn't hear anything.

" Good evening. Befo-" He was cut short by yet another warning.

A moment of silence.

Still, he continued," Before I surrender, please...... carry her to a hospital" He gestured to Haruka, leant on the wall, without looking at her another time.

One of the officers pulled down her pistol and strapped it to her harness with a look of confusion.

And when they nodded, he put his hand on his head and buckled down on his knees and smiled.

" Please take care of her."

He put his hands down, his palms faced up; as a symbol of acceptance of authority.

" I surrender......"

He took one final look at her blissful face.

*****