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Inhos brother Junho,9 years old still thought the moon followed him around,nearing our home at night time
,still tucked his cars and toys under the blanket so they wouldn't feel the breeze,
He used to pick bunch of flowers for me even if they had bugs on them and he thought everyone was kind.
Until their neighbour Ethan the boy who lived 4 houses down,17 tall,loud and came here from America
The kind of evil who laughed at his own cruelty
He'd throw rocks at strayed animals,call kids names they'd never forget no one stopped him.
Not his vacant mom,not his dad,not his teachers,not any neighbour
One day Junho walked past his house with his beatened up small toy cars,that was all,just walked past that all it took
He called him over he didn't want to go at first but then smiled because everyone was kind after all,because he trusted,because he didnt know
Everyone said that it was an accident.
That Ethan didn't mean it,that he was just 'playing'
That gasoline burns quicker than anything and skin peels faster than understanding but he saw the matchbook.
Inho saw the grin in the video,he posted and deleted before anymore views,his screams under the laughter.
He survived.
He survived for only three days,wrapped in gauze,breathing like glass soon to shatter.
His last word "Why?"
The officers said it was an accident,a misunderstanding
The court said "juvenile mistake"
Ethan got to walk out,live,breathe,sleep
Inho didn't make a list,he didn't needed to,just a blueprint.
Just one boy,just one victim,just one target
He bought the warehouse at the edge of town,abondaned,sca
ry and most importantly soundproof.
Perfect,just pure perfect like he wanted,need.
He waited one month for Ethans weak moment,
Ethan thought no one would remember,he thought he'd gotten away,he return to partying,posting memes
Talked about how he got his 'second chance'
He did.
He kidnapped Ethan in the parking of a cheap diner,tied him down,not tight enough to stop and cut breathing,tight enough to scare and make a point.
He woke up to the sound of melting wax and burning cotton.
Then leather,then hair.
But it wasn't Ethans
It was a replica of Ethan,out of wax,realistic bodily and anatomically correct.
And Inho lit it slow inch by inch,second for second.
He screamed,wailed and begged.
Thought it was him who was burning,thought he was melting,but that was just the beginning for Inho
He played Junhos last recording his voice that small,gentle whisper "Why?"
Over and over,enough to snap a man into brink of insanity.
Ethan started begging to it,apologizing,talking to a wax face.
Inho left him there for three days just like how Junho was left for three days in the hospital.
No food,no light,no liquid.
Just his wailing and sobbing
And when Inho finally came back he let the place burn.
One message carved into the floor in chalk
"You'll never know what is real"