“Honestly, Erin. Anytime I look at you I feel so upset because of how beautiful you are.” She sighs almost contently, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she stares at the older. “It’s impossible for someone to be to pretty.”

[ “ We need to talk “ ] 

[ 11 ]  My muse has killed someone

     For the past seven years, his night mares have always been about this day. The day his hands will be stained with blood just like the devil he calls father. The day those people discover his sanctuary. He never expected it to happen soon, he only knew it was going to come one day. 

 His father’s men broke through the door, all twenty men with the same purpose of bringing back the the twins to their hell hole. Out of the two Minho is the one who rely more on his fist unlike his younger twin who had all the facts and theory. With that fact, the older was immediately put in charge of their fate. They were both out numbered, the only choice given to them was to flee and  put their faith down to their feet. They ran out the back door those men chased them down the small alley barely enough space for two men to share. Minho felt his stomach stir up out of fear, he haven’t felt this way since the escape seven years ago and not only that the sensation felt physically painful it was a sign that moments after this he won’t be in control of his body any longer. His sanity was replaced by the survival instinct and it presented him of two solutions, to eliminate the enemy or continue on his feet. His body was giving up after long minutes of running, his mind wasn’t making any sensible commands any longer. Both of them reached a ware house surrounded by the dark dressed hounds. The moment he felt a touch all his force lashed out onto the opposers. With adrenaline by his side, Minho managed to knock out most of them but the last..he accidentally killed with an iron bar in his hand. The velvety liquid spread across the floor…he became what he feared most, a murderer.