The Lair of the Red. (1/1)

Kiyomoto pulled over to Shady Baby’s bar where she assumed Leeteuk would go. Since she didn’t have a clear picture of what Leeteuk looked like as the pictures she was able to retrieve were very blurry. Kiyomoto made her way out of the car and walked in the bar, slowly taking her blazer jacket off, grabbing the gun and hiding it inside her dress. Kiyomoto had to pretend that she was a prostitute and hit up on Leeteuk. If Leeteuk decided to take her home, she would use the time to investigate and get Agent Sandara. The bar was noisy and was lust haven. Scantily clad women were everywhere, either serving drinks or entertaining guests. Most of the women were meaty and had big butts, making them food material or offering material to Baal. Leeteuk was somewhere hidden amongst the many male customers and female entertainers. He was on a couch, drinking with his legs crossed. He was wearing a black suit, as he had described in his poem. Kiyomoto turned the radio clip-on on and started whispering into it.“I think I see him. I will converse with him with this thing on. I will give out details. Tell the profilers to get working and I’ll radio you guys in if I need help. Over!” Kiyomoto saw Leeteuk from a distance but because of the blinding lights, she was unsure if it was the serial killer that was seated there. Kiyomoto decided to approach him but thought of buying herself a light drink first. She walked over to the bar where she was received by a lovely lady.“Hello hun! What can I get you?” she said with a flirtatious voice.“Champagne.” she said flatly. The waitress poured her a glass and Kiyomoto handed her her cash. “Keep the change, lady. You could use an extra lock for your apartment door.” The waitress looked at her puzzled?“Excuse me, what?”“You’re gonna need it…” Kiyomoto stood up and walked away, not bothering to repeat what she had said. She took a sip of champagne and walked towards the red sofa in the middle, where Leeteuk was lounging all by himself. Kiyomoto stared at him, trying to figure out if that was really the man they wanted or if she was just being fooled by her eyes. Leeteuk had blonde hair, fair skin, and was around 5’9”-5’10”. He was very thin for a man his height and rather pleasant looking, that’s why Kiyomoto was quite surprised when the witnesses sent in his photos, claiming he was the serial killer. A man this harmless couldn’t have possibly killed those women in grotesque fashion. Kiyomoto excused herself and when she finally made it to the couch, she tapped her radio clip-on.“I’m here…he’s in front of me. He hasn’t seen me yet. Details later, over.” Kiyomoto turned her attention to Leeteuk. Leeteuk was looking straight, seeming to not mind her though he knew very well she was standing right next to her. “Don’t talk until we head out of the bar. You’ll hear everything, don’t worry.”“Excuse me, sir.” Kiyomoto started. “Are you here alone?” Leeteuk looked at her, eyed her from head to toe. Kiyomoto noticed this and smiled, raising her drink at him. Leeteuk smirked and scooted to the side to give her some room. Kiyomoto sat next to him and placed her champagne glass on the table. Leeteuk couldn’t take his eyes off her and just stared at her, even right through her. A lovely piece of edible woman, thought Leeteuk. He stared at Kiyomoto’s breasts as well as her arms and her face. A part of him wanted to lunge at her and just eat the flesh off her body. He wasn’t suspicious at all because he didn’t even know what the agent that was after him looked like.“What are you doing here, lovely miss?” Leeteuk said with a hiss. Kiyomoto arched her eyebrow and flipped her hair. “I’m just looking for some fun…” she said in a fake sultry voice. She took her champagne glass and sipped some wine. Leeteuk drank some wine as well before answering her.“If you want some fun, you’ve come to the right person.” he raised his eyebrow, slyly smiling while working his plan out in his mind. “What are you anyways?”“That’s the question I was about to ask you.” Kiyomoto lined the sides of the glass. One side was half-kissed with her lipstick. In an effort to seduce him, she did something that was downright embarrassing and dangerous at the same time. The fearless agent inched closer to the serial killer and ran a hand through his hair, slowly trailing her fingers down his neck. Leeteuk felt aroused and took hold of Kiyomoto’s wrist. Kiyomoto’s eyes widened as she pulled away from his grasp. Leeteuk was taken aback but brushed it off. “Well for starters…” he was about to speak. Kiyomoto tweaked something hidden among her ruffles, the radio clip-on. Everything Leeteuk said would be recorded. “I am currently unemployed but I am looking for a job.”“Oh. What else do you do?”“I enjoy studying biology.” Kiyomoto raised her eyebrow and tweaked her ruffles once more to turn the volume up. “I take particular interest in the human anatomy.” Kiyomoto turned her head to the left and whispered into the clip-on.

“I think we got him.” she whispered. Kiyomoto turned to Leeteuk who had an evil grin on his face, the grin of a sex maniac. “What else do you do? Any hobbies?” Kiyomoto asked. Leeteuk took a sip of his wine and stared Kiyomoto in the eyes. Kiyomoto tried to analyze his behavior. She could tell that he was itching for some blood. Kiyomoto looked at him and waited patiently for his answer.“I’m an English major. I write a lot.” Kiyomoto’s ears sharpened. “I love novels, short stories, poems.” he emphasized the poems. Kiyomoto smirked as she could see the case coming together. “What about you?” asked the sly serial killer. “What do you do for a living. You’re not some…government agent, I assume. With what you’re wearing, you can’t possibly be an agent.”Oh but I am. Kiyomoto said in her mind. She studied Leeteuk carefully, eyeing him from head to toe the way he did when he saw her standing before him. Kiyomoto looked for any clues on his body. She then noticed a tattoo on his clavicle. The tattoo on his neck was a date. July 1st, 1983. For some reason, Kiyomoto recognized the numbers and just as her brain was about to process it, Leeteuk snapped his finger in front of her face.“Hey, you’ve not answered my question yet.” Kiyomoto snapped awake and looked at Leeteuk. Leeteuk had an impatient look on his face and was still waiting for his answer.“I’m a prostitute.” Kiyomoto said out of the blue. The Agents on the other line were shocked to hear her answer. So this must be her plan? To pretend that she was a whore so that she could get into Leeteuk’s lair. “A prostitute, huh?” Leeteuk raised his eyebrows in a maniac fashion. Kiyomoto started to feel uneasy and she felt as if Leeteuk could attack her anytime, biting off a piece of her face and ripping her arm off. Kiyomoto, though terrified, tried to be brave and gave him a very seductive look. The beautiful agent, bent over like a stalking cat, crawled to him and pulled his tie. “Let’s go to your house, hun!” Kiyomoto seduced him. Leeteuk saw this as an opening and though he was actually thinking of getting 2-3 girls tonight, he figured that Kiyomoto was good catch enough. He stood up and helped her up. Together, they walked to the car that Leeteuk stole. Leeteuk held her hand but Kiyomoto pulled away, opting to walk on her on.

“You go ahead, I have to take a call.” Leeteuk smirked and entered the car, throwing the rotting human remains at the back to make room for the young piece of dinner. Kiyomoto was in the corner radioing her Agents. “This is Agent Kiyomoto Clearing speaking from Shady Baby’s bar. I think I got him.”“AGENT CLEARING WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” asked Agent Ok. “PRETENDING YOU’RE A PROSTITUTE?! HE COULD DRUG YOU OUT YOU KNOW!”“I know what I’m doing. Listen, I think he’s our man. He loves studying human anatomy, thus his knowledge of the human viscera; he loves English literature and claims that he is an English major, thus the poems; and one poem made mention of the numbers 7-1-83. 7-1-83 is July 1st, 1983, it is tattooed on his neck. That is his birthday, I assume.”“AGENT CLEARING THIS IS UTTER BULLSHIT!” Agent Ok screamed over the radio clip-on.“Don’t worry about me and keep listening while drinking your decaf.”“YOU EXPECT ME TO STILL BE DRINKING MY DECAF WHEN WE’RE ABOUT TO LOSE TWO MORE AGENTS! YOU GET SANDARA, YOURSELF, AND THAT CRIMINAL OVER HERE! NOW!”“We’re not losing any men tonight. Not tonight.” Kiyomoto stopped talking and kept her radio clip-on hidden. Realizing that she had left her blazer in her car, she excused herself once more to get them and returned as soon as possible with her blazer on this time. That was where she relocated her gun which was hiding in between her breasts throughout their conversation. She walked to the passenger seat of the car and sat in it. The car smelled like dried blood and rotting remains. This convinced her even more that she was riding with the killer. “Where do you live?”“Just there. A house on June street beside an oak tree.” Kiyomoto nearly gasped but controlled herself. She had more things to report to her colleagues. After a short drive, they finally arrived at Leeteuk’s place. Kiyomoto stepped down and looked around. Leeteuk walked to the front door with his keys and carefully opened the door. With his back turned, Kiyomoto used this opportunity to load her gun and radio her colleagues.“I’m here at his house. June Avenue. Beside an oak tree. That’s why the latest poem read 666. House # 6 on the 6th lot of June Avenue. 666. June is the 6th month of the year. Don’t talk. I’m about to go in. Just listen to the information that I’m about to give you.” Leeteuk then turned around and saw Kiyomoto waiting while twirling her red curls.“Come in, sweetheart.” Kiyomoto smiled slyly and walked towards the shady young murderer. The house was nearly empty and there were three doors, suggesting three rooms. Sandara was in one of those rooms and since they were soundproof, Sandara couldn’t be heard, neither could she hear. “Sit for a while. I’ll make us some drinks.” “Uhm, mind if I have a look around? I would like to look for a really comfortable place to stay.” Leeteuk’s heart skipped. The fear of being discovered was there but when he figured that he’d have her killed by tonight, he allowed her.“Go ahead.” Leeteuk then went upstairs to fix some poison for her and to calm himself down. Kiyomoto looked to her left, to her right and straight ahead. There were three doors. She didn’t know which one to open first so she just went with the order. Kiyomoto turned to her right and slowly turned the knob. The room was pitch dark and ice cold, like a haunted house. Though she wanted to keep it on, Kiyomoto removed her blazer and held the gun in her hand. She felt the walls for a light switch and felt one hanging from above. Kiyomoto pulled this and the room flooded with light. The first room was a memorabilia room, nothing creepy yet. There were books and papers and picture frames all over the place. There was a study table with a lot of papers on it. Kiyomoto approached this table and sat in the chair, going through the papers. Turns out that those papers were his day-to-day accounts. Kiyomoto read each paper quickly, scanning the sentences for some clues.Someday I will get my revenge…For my mother…“What is this bullshit?” Kiyomoto whispered to herself. She heard a clicking sound from above and immediately grasped her gun, with her finger on the trigger. Realizing that it was nothing, she continued reading his accounts. In detail, he discussed what it was like murdering the women and what their body parts tasted like. Kiyomoto could only cringe at the disturbedness of his works. One in particular was an open letter to his mother. His mother died alone and he didn’t even get the chance to talk to her. He said in his account that his mother was a devil-worshipper and preached to him, in simple terms, the ways of the devil, thus leading to a slew of violent acts in his adult years. Other accounts were about a Park Yoo Jin, the love that he lost. The leaving of Park Yoo Jin led to his hatred towards women and the belief that women were after sex. Another account talked of his offerings to Baal.Then, Kiyomoto heard footsteps, heavy footsteps coming from above. Kiyomoto clutched her gun and ran to the door. She locked herself in and turned the lights off. She leaned on the door and held her breath for a few minutes. Kiyomoto locked the door and hurriedly stood up with the gun close to her chest, walking away slowly from the door. She saw the door about to open so she ran to the study table, dragged the chair and used this to block the door. The chair’s backrest had gaps big enough for the knob to fit so she positioned the chair in a way that the knob would be in between the two bars of the chair’s backrest. Kiyomoto walked backwards and nearly tripped on a handle that seemed to be on the floor. Pressure was starting to sink in as Leeteuk began yelling.“HEY! HEY! WHERE ARE YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!” Leeteuk yelled as he banged the door. Kiyomoto found out that the handle on the floor was actually a secret entrance. So just as the door was about to open, Kiyomoto pulled the secret door open and made her way down in the nick of time. When Leeteuk got in the room, he found no one but knew that Kiyomoto was inside. Leeteuk pulled the lever and the light came on. He inspected the room. Not much had changed, except that his papers on the desk had been organized. Leeteuk barged in and started breaking things and throwing his books.“I know you’re in here, lady. Show yourself!” Leeteuk screamed. Kiyomoto was crawling her way through the secret tunnel below and was almost to the opening. Leeteuk figured that she was hiding in the secret tunnel and opened the door. Good thing Kiyomoto was already in the other room and as soon as she pulled herself up, she closed the door and put another stool on top to make sure he couldn’t push through as she went about with her investigation. Kiyomoto was now in the second room. This was the Lair of the Red.Leeteuk was almost to the end of the secret tunnel to the second room when he couldn’t seem to open the door. No matter how hard he pushed, the door just wouldn’t open. Knowing that Kiyomoto had made her way into his lair, he decided to go back and just take the door. The Lair of the Red…The Devil’s Lair! Kyomoto thought. She stood up carefully, her gun still in her hand, pointing at all the dark corners and spots where the killer could be hiding. She waited for a while beofre going to the door and pulling the lever for the lights. The room took Kiyomoto by surprise though she didn’t show it. The brave agent walked her way around the room, inspecting every jar in sight. Most of the body parts that were kept in jars were female reproductive organs as well as breasts, lips, tongues, noses, eyeballs, and whatnot. To her right were more preserved remains and some hands and feet. Before her was the shrine of Baal, the demon. “Agent Clearing, connect me to Agent TOP please.” Kiyomoto said. A few minutes later, her boss Agent TOP came on the line.“Agent TOP speaking, Agent Clearing, are you there?”“Agent TOP, I’m in the killer’s lair.”“Did you bring back up?”“I didn’t bring anyone. I’m all alone. The killer’s got Agent Sandara Park and I’m going to save her and put a stop to all this. I want you to listen to me, sir. I’m about to relay very important information on our suspect here. I posed as a prostitute and interviewed him in a bar. He said that he’s very much into the human anatomy and poetry writing which makes him the suspect because not only did he remove the organs, he also saves them in jars and I don’t know what he does with them here but he also writes poems and places them in the victims bodies so that the police will be led to his lair. This man is a devil worshipper, he has a shrine here for Baal, the demon…” Kiyomoto continued to speak as she roamed around the room and checked out some jars. As she neared the shrine, she saw that there was a small rug before it with a rusting cup. Kiyomoto ran to the shrine and inspected the cup. The cup reeked of blood and had some blood stains and a little bit of human blood in it. Kiyomoto gasped, and Agent TOP heard this but refused to question. “He kills victims and offers them to Baal. How does he offer them? He eats their viscera and drinks their blood…” On the floor was a piece of paper. Kiyomoto picked this up and tried to read it.A woman’s blood to live long and young.“He believes that if he drinks a woman’s blood, he will live long and young forever.”“Is that why he kills women?” Agent TOP finally spoke up. “No. I’m afraid not. I went through his accounts earlier. He said he was jilted by his lover Park Yoo Jin and he was so heartbroken that he swore revenge on her by using other women. As for his demonic beliefs, his mother preached to him about Satan from a young age.” Kiyomoto narrated. “Freaky, isn’t it?”“What is Agent Sandara doing there? How was she kidnapped.”“I have no idea, sir. She claims to be his first love but his accounts say that it was Park Yoo Jin.” Kiyomoto heard the door creaking and whipped around. It was slightly opened, meaning Leeteuk had gotten out of the first tunnel in the first room and made his way to the second room. The agent turned her radio off and hid behind the curtains of the shrine. Big mistake, because that was where the torsos, heads, arms and legs were. Kiyomoto saw them and gasped with her mouth covered. The curtains were see through from where she was so she could see if Leeteuk was coming her way or not. Leeteuk, surely enough, was in the room, lurking with a gun in his pocket and a knife in his hand, ready to slice her up if he saw her. Kiyomoto bit her tongue and clutched her gun tightly with the finger on the trigger. Nevermind the dead bodies, what she needed was to save Sandara and capture this man.“Come out, come out wherever you are!” Leeteuk teased with a psychotic voice. He walked towards the shrine and as he got closer, Kiyomoto began to ready her gun, in case he was to push the curtains aside and stab her to death. Luckily for her he didn’t. All he did was kneel in front of Baal and pray. Leeteuk closed his eyes and prayeed fervently, alllowing Kiyomoto some time to escape. While Leeteuk had his head down, the agent stealthily made her escape, walking slowly behind him, pointin her gun at him and still doing so as she made her way to the other secret tunnel that led to the third room. Kiyomoto had her gun pointed at him when she saw him stand and turn around. She hurriedly jumped into the tunnel and closed the door. Kiyomoto landed badly on her side but managed to swiftly crawl to the other room before Leeteuk could see her. Leeteuk noticed that the entrance door on the floor made a slight sound, thus prompting him to think that someone was inside at the same time as he was. Knowing that Kiyomoto was just nearby, he opened the tunnel door and jumped in. Kiyomoto finally made her way to the other room where Sandara was. By the time she got there, Sandara had already been drained of her strenght and had already fainted. She was hanging upside down sleeping, looking paler and sicker than ever. Kiyomoto realized that the room she was in was another Satanic lair of the killer’s because of the many disturbing photos of women he murdered. The way he tortured them and left their bodies on the streets were documented here in these pictures. Kiyomoto shook her head and tried to get Sandara down. Sandara jolted awake and saw her.“AGENT CLEARING-” Kiyomoto covered her mouth. “Shhh. He’ll hear you. I’m gonna get you down and when I do, I want you to hide, okay. I don’t know where, just hide.”“But the killer’s out there.”

“The killer is in here. He has secret tunnels that lead from one room to another. I know he is crawling down there…” the floor door started to move so Kiyomoto ran and blocked it with three chairs. Leeteuk couldn’t get up once again. “I’m going to release you okay, run upstairs to his bedroom and hide there. Don’t make a single noise. I’m going to get us out of this and kill that man.” Kiyomoto aimed for the rope that she was suspended from and shot. The rope snapped and Sandara fell neck first on the floor. Kiyomoto and Sandara quickly worked on the ropes and when Sandara was free, Kiyomoto urged her to run away but something stopped them…Sandara and Kiyomoto saw that the door was open when Kiyomoto was sure that it was locked earlier. “Hide in the tunnel. Go to the second room.” Kiyomoto told her.“But the second room smells bad and the organs and the devil…” the door opened slightly and with no time to waste, Sandara opened the floor door and dove in. Kiyomoto closed the door and as soon as she did, the lights went out. Kiyomoto firmly held her gun with both hands and pointed it at the door.“Kiyomoto Clearing, Seoul Investigatory Brigade. Show yourself!” she breathed heavily. It was getting hareder and harder to move in her dress and heels, she herself didn’t even know why she wore them. She should’ve worn something more comfortable, she thought. Kiyomoto moved backwards and pointed her gun to the left and to the right. The lights suddenly went on and the agent calmed down though stayed alert.“So you must be Agent Clearing. The agent that I talked to on the phone days ago?” said a voice coming from seemingly everywhere. Kiyomoto looked around her and saw a room full of mirrors. Gone were the posters and pictures of Satan and the victims.“What is this place?”“Why it’s a trap. You didn’t think I’d let you off so easily, now. You’re in a room full of one way mirrors. They were concealed by the many posters and pictures. Now you see them. One way mirrors work this way, Clearing. I can see you, you can’t see me. So it’s a game of chance. From where I am, I can see you if you’re about to shoot me and I can always duck or run from where you are but you can only see your reflection, meaning I can shoot you and you wouldn’t even know where it comes from.” Leeteuk grinned from behind the mirror. “This is going to get messy and I might end up having 2 victims tonight. Two agents. Not only will this be a good offering to Baal, it’ll also shame the Brigade, proving how incompetent they are not only in crime solving but in hiring amateur, ill-trained rookies like yourself.” Kiyomoto felt insulted but didn’t have time to dwell on his words. She pointed her gun at the mirrors, trying smartly to figure out where he was. She just went around and around with her handgun. Kiyomoto shot one mirror and there was no person. “Who knows?” came Leeteuk’s voice from behind one of those mirrors. “I could be standing right behind you with a gun in my hand, ready to blow your head into a million pieces.” Kiyomoto turned around and shot the three mirrors behind her. They were all empty. To make things worse, the lights went out again and Kiyomoto had to go through this challenge in the dark, as if trying to locate Leeteuk wasn’t hard enough. Kiyomoto stood in the middle of the room with broken glass all over the place. Leeteuk was behind the 5th mirror with a gun in his hand. Figuring he’d want to get closer to the agent to take a bite of her skin, he slowly stepped out of the mirror and walked closer to her. With his night-vision contact lenses, he sees her motionless in the middle of the room. He kept his gun and pulled out his knife. Kiyomoto felt a cold presence behind her and raised her gun, moving her arm from left to right. Without warning, Leeteuk stabbed her shoulder and buried the knife deep within her shoulder blade. “Ouch…” Kiyomoto whimpered. Leeteuk left the knife in her shoulder for her to weaken and to succumb to pain but the agent was resilient. Though she was on her knees, she never let go of her gun and even mustered enough strength to pull the damned object out of her left shoulder. She threw the knife on the floor and stood up with her handgun, spun around and just as Leeteuk was about to attack her, she shot him multiple times. He was shot in the forehead, the heart, the stomach, and the balls. Yes, the balls. Kiyomoto limply walked to the door and reached for the light switch. Light flooded the room and on the floor were pictures, shreads of glass, and the dead body of a sadistic, demonic, cannibalistic serial killer. Leeteuk died with his eyes wide open. Kiyomoto tended to her shoulder and watched as the killer lay there, lifelessly. Kiyomoto ran to the floor door and opened it. She jumped in and crawled to the other side for Sandara. Sandara was in the second room curled up in a ball and shivering in the cold. Kiyomoto turned her radio on and tended to her wound while keeping Sandara company in the devil’s lair.“This is Agent Clearing, speaking. Get me the SIB and an ambulance, please. No agent was harmed. Only a slight stab wound but I’m doing okay. I’ll live.” Kiyomoto said.“Agent Clearing,” Agent TOP spoke. She forgot that TOP was still on the other line waiting for her to come back. “Where is the killer?”“The killer has been shot.” Kiyomoto flashed a reassuring smile to Sandara. “By me. He’s dead now. He won’t hurt us no more.”“Where are you, Ms. Clearing?” asked Agent TOP.“House#6 on the 6th lot of June Avenue. Haebaragi Village, over.”Sandara and Kiyomoto made their way out of the house as soon as the agents radioed that they were already parked in front of the house. Agent Kiyomoto was limping but managed to walk without any aid. Sandara had been weakened to the point of unconsciousness so she was escorted to the car where she lay in the backseat and immediately fell asleep. “Agents-” TOP was about to carry out a command when Kiyomoto stopped him.“Agents, go in the house and pick up whatever evidence you can find. Also in the third room, to your left that is, lies the body of the serial killer known as Peter Pan. He has now been identified as Leeteuk Park Jung Soo.” Kiyomoto smiled at Agent TOP. Agent TOP raised his eyebrow and smiled back.“Looks like someone is going to receive a special recognition award.” Agent TOP said. Kiyomoto shrugged and laughed. The agents ran to the house and gathered evidences and the body. After that, they all went back to their headquarters. “If you are every so kind, please drop me off at Shady Lady’s bar.” Kiyomoto requested.“Why?” asked Agent Ok.“Because I left my car there.” the agent agreed to drop Kiyomoto off at the bar. When they got there, Kiyomoto hopped out of Agent Ok’s car and entered hers. She drove off in her Ford Mustang.