On a quiet day in a place where the sun barely shone, a secluded white building stood alone in the forest. Inside has a long eerie hall with a footprint seemingly the colour of bloody red trailing to the door. Each step caused echoes throughout the silent and quiet building. If someone had an ear of an owl, you would hear shivered noises from places hidden from one eye. As the trail finally met its end outside, past the big iron door. The wind greeted them with a cold embrace caressing every strain of hair, the sun was warm and birds were chirping happily. They stretch their arms and feel the wind whole heartily blow on their body before taking a step forward.
A sound of static inside an apartment with two bedrooms with a humble size kitchen area, overlooking the small lounge with two sofas with a retro television. A couch-potato guy eating potato lay on an old couch. That said couch wasn't disgusting or rusty but it is indeed old, showing noticeable signs of usage and also worn-down.
He's staring intently at the television that is broadcasting a news which shows a horrifying scene, a bloodbath. All of the patients are safe but some were hurt, and every guard, nurse, and doctor died in the most gruesome way possible. It cut to the reporter: "—8 staff were killed, 6 injured patients and over 13 casualties happened at the wards named Sirius—" the television showed a news reporter standing outside a secluded mental institution.
The golden-haired guy licks each of his fingers when an expression of deep concern washed on his face. His eyebrow met each other and his mouth are wide open from shock;
"What a disaster, thank god that place doesn't seem to be near this area"
Unfortunately, his guess was rather wrong when the reporter revealed the rampage indeed happened somewhere near the neighbourhood he's currently living in. He bites his lip in regret, he feels like his words jinxes it. He reaches for the chips and slowly munches then mutters to himself;
"in New Petaling… but where the fuck is that? I lived here for 6 years,I think? Got lost at weird places gods know how much but haven't seen that shit here"
He ponders about the mysterious place in his small brain until suddenly the small television screen goes black. Shocked, he frantically searches for the remote but it is nowhere to be found. That's when he turns around to sees his housemate, Louise looming over him with a friendly scowl. Louise clench the remote as if he is holding a knife "I called you several times, you know that Mark?"
"Louise?! What the hell give it back," Mark jumped out of the couch and reached for the remote but Louise quickly pulled away. He dropped the remote but emptied the batteries beforehand. Mark gasps dramatically with his hand covering his mouth while Louise pours himself a glass of water. After a sip, he let out a sigh, , “Why didn't you pick up my calls?” Louise asks without batting an eye.
Mark then find his phone between the couch when he sees tons of missed calls from Louise,“Shoot, I didn't notice you called”
"Geez, stop with your nagging tone. I'm sorry my phone was on silent mode." Louise rolls his eyes as he washes the cup. Mark stretches and shakes all the crumbs off him before inserting all the batteries back in their rightful place. He waddles to the kitchen where Louise's at and leans on his arm at the counter. "You know what my dear Louise? you should get off once in a while, because of you I'm suffering. I have to deal with a cranky virgin like you", Mark shrugged and badly wink at Louise, "I won’t judge if you sway the other way".
"Why, wanna give me a hand?" Louise said monotonously with a blank stare.
Poor Mark let out a loud shriek while hugging himself like someone who has been assaulted, "Just because I said I don't mind doesn't mean it should be with me!"
Louise chuckled at Mark's exaggerated face, he spatter water at Mark with his wet hand. Cautiously, Mark sat on a stool and wiped his face with his shirt before Louise threw a clean hand towel at Mark;
"What do you mean, I'm the one who's dying here".
"Sounds like bullshit, you look healthy to me,” . Mark looks at him with a box-shaped finger, pretending to scan his organs like a child.
Louise scoff for a moment before replying, ,"I'm the one who's being told to get laid every day by a shameless guy who is a virgin himself,” , Louise takes a spatula from the holder and points it at Mark, some sort of an imaginative mic;
“How does it feel to be a hypocrite?”
"I don't know 'cause I'm not one,” Mark snatches it from him and places it inside the sink. Before Louise can do anything with a pan in his hand, his phone rings. He picked it up and a grunty rough voice answered from the other side, "I found a lead." The guy let out a hard sigh, sounding tired and remorseful. Louise's eyes widen but quickly turns into a frown, he says with a stern voice, "what is it?”
“I can't say it here… I don't wanna say it, come here and pick it up yourself.”
Louise ended the call, he quickly grabbed his car keys and jacket from the counter. Mark, who has been listening to the whole conversation, got curious, "going to Evan's place?"
"Yeah…”
“I'm coming with you.” Mark goes to his room and grabs his jacket on the bed and follows Louise. Both virgins hurriedly leave the house.
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