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"What happened anyway?" He asked, pursing his lips and tilting his head. He brushed his fingers through the boy's hair, remembering how they all used to lay together on the park's jungle gym, sometimes playing with each other's hair. 

"Ah!" He pulled his hand away and frowned."I'm sorry. Things got really bad then. We had to hide away for a bit. Then Luhan got a job and slowly made his way into making his own company, then we had to leave Beijing to promote and get better revenue. We never really got time to go back till we were almost adults. And two weeks? That's so long.. I'm sorry." 

Home. Home. Home. 

Once it catches, it has the capability of burning a whole forest. For him that only means he might slaughter everyone in sight. Its been one of those weeks. 

This guy probably has someone to go back to. Who does Soohyuk have? No one. Not even a dog or cat that can act like they like him to get fed. He tried to get a dog once but he would shy away from him in fear, like he knew what he was. He shakes his head as he tries to get the thoughts out. He needs to stay tranquil and calm, Xia Lu needs to live. 

The knife starts to twirl between his fingers as he tries to think, also to keep instilling fear into his little captive. Suddenly the answer pops up in his head and quickly goes back to cut apart the rope tying Xia Lu back to the chair. The whole time he does this the darkness in his mind keeps screaming at him to stop and to slit Xia Lu’s throat, yet, for once he ignores them and sets the man free.

"Wait! I-I promise! Don't kill me!" He yells, shaking so hard the chair is moving along with him. He closes his eyes, waiting for the knife to slit his throat and end his life, yet, nothing happened. 

The ties on his arms fell away and he stared down at the falling ropes. He wanted to kill him without the ropes on for easily clean up or disposal or something. Then he spoke. 

Xia Lu quickly leaned down and started to untie his legs, shaking still. He was going to be let free? He'd better move quick or else he might change his mind and kill him. He froze it and looked over his shoulder, his expression showing more fear than he had shown all this time. He nodded numbly and quickly untied his feet. He stumbled out of the chair, attempting to stand. He must have been sitting there for awhile. 

Julius (Jules) Knight. Was fourteen years old, black hair, brown eyes, 172cm tall.  Missing from Incheon ; Missing since January 8 1973. Last seen outside his home. 

He was fourteen years old, when he was taken. Kidnapped. Abducted. He was tending to the garden outside the porch of his small one-story home on a summer day, the blinding rays emitting from the sun causing him to squint at the vehicle that slowed in front of him. The car door opened. “Can you help me?” Julius turned this way and that before pointing to himself. “Me?” With some hesitance, he reached the black car glistening with the evidence of a new wash, and poked his head into the window. “What with?” The man, standing at 180cm, told Julius to come around to the driver’s side. He obeyed. He was pulled into the automobile. He was knocked out. He was driven off. He was never seen again. [more…]