Red, Black and White

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Red, black and white. The three colors mixed in my mind.

Red signifies blood, flowing profusely from the open wound in my stomach. The blunt knife that had just been stabbed, lying next to the Empu's corpse. My breath was ragged, still trying to digest the situation.

Black filled my vision. It was my bangs that were too long and wet with sweat. The Empu's face was invisible. I didn't know who he was. Most importantly, getting out of this situation as soon as possible was no longer an option. However, a decision had to be made.

The white light from the flashlight illuminated almost the entire room, except for the darkest corners. I wondered if the demon that had just possessed me was hiding in the darkness.

“AAAAAAA!”

Damn. The girl screamed. She was the new neighbor I had just given a welcome cake to this morning. She must have thought I killed the Knife Master. I had to make it right.

As if hypnotized, my feet stepped out towards the girl's place. Realizing that the transparent wall was locked, I reached into my pants pocket.

The key was there. The sound of the door CLACKING open made the girl's body tremble violently. Luckily, she couldn't move. That way, I didn't have to bother chasing her or more people would find out about this.

I gripped her hand tightly. Her face turned pale as death. “Zel, right? Don't tell anyone what you saw tonight. This will be our secret,” I said, enduring the pain from the wound that felt like it was being cut. She nodded repeatedly.

“I-I promise.”

Thank goodness. The girl's fear saved me. Now, what should I do with the corpse? And, the pair of red eyes peeking in the darkest corner of the room, I must pull her out and make her feel the heat of hell.

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A year has passed since that night. You might never have thought it, but Zel and I have built a relationship called family. Yes, we are a harmonious family. Plus a five-year-old child. He is cute with crescent-shaped eyes. His eyes are brown and round like Zel's. His black hair is wavy as if it duplicates mine.

On this bright day, I found Zel's back cutting various vegetables on the chopping board. I peeked at him from behind the newspaper, then took a sip of black coffee from a ceramic cup. On the other hand, my son was trying to tie his own school shoes beside me. My life is peaceful now.

"Mina, do you need help?" I offered, putting the newspaper on the glass table with beautiful flower carvings. His two brown eyes sparkled as he looked at me.

"Stop spoiling him, honey!" Zel snapped, the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board getting louder, "He has to learn to be independent."

"Mom, you're mean!" Mina's whining made me chuckle softly. I saw Zel untie her pink apron, then draped it over the dining table after folding it with her soft fingers. She finished cutting vegetables and put them in a pot of hot water. Sweat poured from her neck and I felt sorry.

“Mina, maybe Mom wants you to help her when she’s old enough.” I stroked Mina’s wavy hair. It was a little wet and thick.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’ll understand someday.”

I got up from the lazy chair, walked towards Zel, then hugged her from behind. She flinched a little. Her cheeks were as red as a pomegranate. I whispered near her ear, “Take Mina to school today. I have something to do in the basement.”

knowing it clearly. The look he gave me showed sadness and fear. I pretended not to care by releasing my embrace from him and walked a little faster towards the room. The room was not far from the kitchen, ten steps away and beside it, there was a vase containing Black Roses.

After the large door that separated the room opened, a white and blue room greeted me. A bed with a blanket neatly arranged on top, as well as a black suit, dark blue tie, white shirt, and black pants ironed until smooth. The corners of my lips lifted slightly.

I pulled a book on the shelf in the right corner of the room. A slightly deafening friction sound greeted me because the shelf slid open. Revealing stairs leading down without lighting. Luckily, this room was soundproof. Mina would never know if there was a hidden room here.

I went down the stairs. Being careful of the damp floor while illuminating the empty room in front using a flashlight. Blood stains were everywhere when I stepped on the lowest surface. Instantly, my heartbeat accelerated. I hugged the black hoodie that was attached to my body at the chest. This feeling never bored me.

My gaze fell on the young man whose hands were chained. He stared at me. Full of emptiness, but there was a little hatred there. His short black hair was limp. A body that was so slender and long never stopped making me amazed since the first time I saw it.

This reminded me a little of that night. Red, black, and white.

"It seems like you are enjoying your happy and harmonious life." He hissed. Every word that came out of his mouth made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Wow, wow," I moved closer to him, "A devil like you can be jealous too, it seems."

The devil laughed hollowly. "How could I not? That night, you brought and locked me here. You kept torturing me and were never satisfied. And, should I say, 'thank you, Val. You have made me understand what real hell is'. You are stupid if you think like that."

"To be honest, I experience a dilemma every day," both ends of my eyebrows lowered. It seemed like I was really enjoying what was happening right now, “That night, you made me kill him. I wanted to thank you because I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. But, if I think about it, taking care of a corpse is a hassle.”

“You’re the devil,” he swore. I laughed so hard that I had to hold my stomach.

“You’re wrong,” I moved my face closer to his until there was only a centimeter between us. His eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what I was thinking, “You’re the devil. And this time, I’ll be the one controlling you.”

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