Psychopath (Jikook)

The air in the forbidden zone of the building was hushed, broken only by a soft, childlike hum. A small figure, barely more than a boy, skipped through the halls, his eyes wide with an innocent, almost blissful joy. He spotted the security guard, engrossed in her phone, and a faint smirk, unseen by her, touched his lips.

“Your not supposed to be hear.” The guard's voice was sharp, her posture stiffening as she rose.

“M-my… m-mommy…” The boy’s voice wavered, tears, feigned but convincing, welling in his eyes. “H-help… m-me pwease… she-”

“Shhh,” the lady cooed, pulling him into a comforting hug, her words a soothing balm. “It’s okay don’t cry.” He eagerly hugged back, his small hands on her back, his eyes darting to the yellow and black taser on her belt. A silent, evil smile spread across his face.

He continued his performance, a symphony of fake sobs for a mother who didn't exist, as his hand eased down, gently, firmly, around the taser. He pulled it free, then unwrapped his arms from her, his cries vanishing without a trace. The guard stared, confusion clouding her features as his porcelain skin cleared of tears, his frown replaced by a cocky smirk of accomplishment.

He laughed, a soft, chilling sound. "Good night." He aimed, triggered, and turned up the dial, watching as she foamed at the mouth, her pupils dilating before rolling back. Her last breath escaped, and her body went limp. “There, all done.”