Day 1: Wicked Attraction

A Match Made In Hell

 They met under...unusual circumstances. They were meant to be each other's prey, the latest kill, but it spiralled. The girl determined to rid the world of all evil, and the boy who lived to destroy fell in love in an unlikely turn of events.

In their domain, the underground, there's no one who doesn't at least know their aliases. Chan the Angel of the Underground is a vigilante, killing all she perceives as evil swiftly and without remorse. Then there's Jungkook, The Devil's Left Hand, a merciless sociopath who tortures anyone he can get his hands on, taking the left hand as a trophy. Though their methods are very different, they make the perfect partners in crime.

After their unholy union, it became extremely difficult to see who was committing the crime. Her methods became messier, more violent, while his victimology became a little more specific. Both only killed those who truly "deserved" it. Pedophiles, rapists, murderers, abusers, the likes.

Jungkook observes one such target. An older gentleman, late 30s to 40s, with balding hair and a fat body stuffed into a cheap business suit. He's currently unconscious and tied to a chair in the back room of their apartment, a room specifically for this. The man is fairly well known and well hated around their area. A rich asshole who likes to show up around their slum-like neighborhood, parading his fancy cars and other luxuries they could never hope to afford.

On top of being an insufferable prick, he's also a pedophile. He'll snatch any poor kid off the street and then toss them away like a broken toy once he's had his fill. Chan will be delighted when she gets to take him out of the world. She's always been fond of children.

"Wake up you fat fuck." he says, dumping a bucket of icy water over the man's head causing him to jerk awake with a pathetic yelp. Once he realizes that he's bound in a strange room with a strange boy, he begins to struggle and protest against the tape across his mouth. He looks pathetic, clothes wrinkled and tears already starting to streak down his bloated cheeks. Disgusting.

Jungkook is almost tempted to begin, maybe just smack him around a little, but that's against the rules. They do this together or they don't do this at all. Plus, the last thing he wants to do is upset his precious Chan. He'll just have to be patient. Patience is a virtue, isn't that what they say?

The man in the chair keeps making these nasty sounds. Gagging and choking on spit and snot because of his crying. What a waste of space. "You should stop that. You're going to smother yourself if you keep squalling like that, because I'm not taking the tape off." Jungkook says, causing him to flinch and writhe even more. The more he squirms and whines the more Jungkook wants to sock him in the throat, then he'd really have a reason to choke.

After what seems like an ungodly amount of time, the front door opens. "Jungkookie Oppa, I'm home!" Chan shouts from the doorway, dropping her bag and coat on the floor. Her voice makes the man's struggles increase and he begins shouting as if she's going to help him. This draws a chuckle from Jungkook. "I'm in here babe!" He yells towards the door, not turning away from their "guest".

She comes skipping into the room, clothed in a pair of white high waisted shorts and a black tank top showing off her tan midriff. The sight of a third person makes her stop in her tracks. "Oh, we have company." Jungkook grabs her and pulls her into a hug, kissing her gently. "I've been waiting forever for you to get home."

A childish giggle escapes her plump red lips at his whiny tone. "I'm very grateful Jagi." And with that she turns to the third person in the room. "Is this the one?" Her lover nods. "Good. I've been waiting to get my hands on you for a very very long time." The man whimpers like a wounded animal and she scowls. "You really are a nasty little thing."

Jungkook leans against the now closed door. He normally likes to join in on the fun, but today he's curious as to what she's going to do. He'll just enjoy the show for now.

"You like to put your hands on people, yes?" She asks, ripping off the tape and ripping a scream from his throat. "F-fuck you." The man spits at her, missing by an inch. She rewards him for this with a punch in the mouth, snapping his head backwards. "How rude of you. I should have known you'd have no manners." She pulls up a tray of different tools. "There's nothing I hate more in this world than rudeness."

"What the hell do you want from me!?" The man shouts, kicking his feet at her like a child throwing a tantrum. "What I want is some respect." She says as she grabs his chin, digging her fingertips into his jaw. "You spend your days tormenting children, stealing their innocence, and you have the nerve to ask me what I want from you? What I want is to make sure you never hurt another child again." Her tone is cool and collected, but Jungkook can tell she's a mix of furious and excited.

The man just laughs. "You think the brats from a place like this have innocence? They're all going to end up selling themselves anyway, I'm just giving them a start." She punches him again. "You're really testing my patience, and that's something I pride myself on having a lot of." He just laughs, grinning with bloody teeth. "Jungkook, come here please." Jungkook grins evilly as he walks over to them.

A silver hammer glints menacingly in her small hands. "Hold his head still won't you? He's got some nasty teeth that need pulling." He follows her instructions, grabbing the man's fat face in his big hands. "Don't you fucking-" He's interrupted when she slams the head of the hammer against his mouth. It makes a sickening crack, followed by a piercing shriek. A few more smacks for good measure and she's reaching for some pliers.

Attaching it to one of his front teeth, she yanks on it, pulling it out with a nasty squelch. Each making a nastier noise than the last. Once she had finished, rotten yellow teeth were littering the concrete floor and blood is soaking into her white shorts. "Look, you've made a mess." She says as if scolding a small child. The man just sobs, coughing as he inhales blood.

"Kookie, do you want a turn?" She says, ever the caring lover. He nods, walking over and grabbing a scalpel off of the tray. "Should I go for the eyes, or the fingers?" He asks, looking at her. "I'd say the fingers." He nods again and grabs the man's right hand. She holds the man's wrist steady as Jungkook makes quick work of each of the fingers on his right hand.

After the man stops moving, and they're all three significantly covered in blood, they decide to bring their little game to an end. "Should I get the stuff?" She says, and her partner nods from his perch from behind their victim. She grabs a syringe from the table, flicking the needle to rid it of air bubbles. "Careful, this is going to hurt a little bit." There's a sadistic grin painting her features as she stabs him in the neck with it. The poison works fast and he's gone in under a minute.

"Finally." She says with a sigh, leaning back on her thighs. Jungkook sits behind her, wrapping his long arms around her lithe frame. They share a bloody kiss, their hands smearing it over all visible flesh.

They're truly a match made in hell.