Yung Lee: Chapter III

Yung Lee faces his deadliest villain yet, causing him to suffer his first big loss.

Created by: Gio Aranda
Written by: Gio Aranda
Edited by: Gio Aranda

Yung Lee: Chapter III | The Silent Killer

Yung Lee's journal. Monday, August fifth, 2024, 4:32 p.m.. Sophomore year has begun. The third period was fun. Chemistry. My teacher's name is Mr. Satterthwaite, but all the kids apparently call him Mr. S. He was wearing a green button-up shirt with khakis and brown shoes. He's really funny and cool, just an all-around nice guy. I walked into my fourth period and sat down. I also like my fourth period teacher. Her name is Ms. Tessie. Awfully sweet and awfully beautiful.


Yung Lee's journal. Thursday, September fifth, 2024, 4:45 p.m.. It's been one month. The fourth period is fun with Mark and Connor. Connor still doesn't know that I'm Yung Lee. Ms. Tessie likes us all. I've formed a relationship with my teacher, Mr. S. He knows a lot about chemistry and even more about life. He's calm and understanding, and we often talk about our favorite fighters, superheroes, or stories he tells me about when he was in high school. Crime fighting has been going well. Well, not really, but about as good as it gets. I usually fight criminals on the street or in alleys. Sometimes a couple of them carry a knife and come in crews of four to seven. It's manageable for me. However, I fractured a rib in the last month.


Yung Lee's journal. Thursday, October 17th, 2024, 4:39 p.m.. I went home after school and before I could turn on the TV, my grandma was sitting on the couch, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes were wide open. I sat down and watched, it was the news. Four women found murdered in an alleyway, here in San Diego. There was blood found around them, and some of their clothes were stripped. On top of this, me and Mark have started arguing. About what? I don't remember most of the time, all I know is our friendship is cracking. Mark is growing to resent me. I am sad that I am losing my best friend.


Yung Lee's journal. Monday, October 21st, 2024, 8:47 p.m.. School shooting at school today. Four shooters. Two carried hand guns while the other two carried machine guns. As soon as it happened the school went on lockdown. I immediately ran out of class as Ms. Tessie and Connor shouted for me to stay in. Mark was frozen in place, scared out of his mind. I told him to stay in class, no matter what. I ran into the restroom and was about to tear off my clothes to reveal my suit. Me. Really me. Yung Lee. I heard shots and screaming and realized I didn't have the time to take off my clothes, instead, I just put on my mask. I was wearing my suit underneath my regular clothes. If anyone memorized what I wore today, and saw that in the Yung Lee mask, it's only a matter of time before they'll find out about my identity. I ran across the school, chasing the gunshot sounds. I hid behind walls and under tables and stairs. I took down the men wielding handguns by sneaking up behind them, then beating them unconscious with my built-in weapons; my hands. I took down the men with machine guns by using the handguns I retrieved from the other men. I'd shoot their legs and arms. I received a bullet wound to my left shoulder. It didn't hurt as much as finding out five people were murdered. After it was all finished I used my burner phone to call 911. I ran into classrooms kicking the doors down and telling everyone to leave. People were hesitant at first, regular clothes and the Lee mask, it made me look like a shooter myself, but then they all realized I am Yung Lee, despite my... interesting costume for today. People thanked me, and when I got to Ms. Tessie's class, I was relieved that her, Connor and Mark were alive. I was helping everyone up and out of the room when I got to Ms. Tessie. She looked at me, enamored, but also almost scared. She was frozen in place, eyes wide open. She built up the courage to ask me a question.
         "Who are you?"
         I didn't exactly know how to answer.
         "You know."
         I left in a swish. I found a secure spot to take off my mask. I went out of school and into the parking lot with the rest of the students as if I was one of them. As if I'm not Yung Lee.


Yung Lee's journal. Tuesday, October 23rd, 2024, 4:29 a.m.. Last night it was rainy. Last night I went to Ms. Tessie's apartment as Yung Lee. I've known her address for a couple months now. Why? I don't care to explain. I hung from my legs on the outside fire escape ladder, upside down, like Spiderman. She was doing work on her laptop at her desk. I knocked on her window. She looked up and smiled, then opened the window.
         "Yung Lee!" She exclaimed.
          I went in and sat down on her bed. She brought me a coffee and thanked me for saving everyone at school today. Not everyone. Never everyone. She was very thankful, sympathetic, and complimentary. I felt flattered and also touched. She is very sweet. Then she looked at me and asked the question again.
          "Who are you?"
          She was quiet , then she tilted her head. Her eyebrows went down, squinting her eyes and wrinkling the part of her face between her eyebrows.
         "Li?"
         I knew she meant Li Santo and not Yung Lee. I became very nervous. She had found out. Maybe I should've made my voice different instead of using my normal voice. Stupid! In a cold sweat I said;
         "Uhh- yeah! Obviously. Obvious-lee, haha! Get it, Lee? The name's Yung Lee for a reason, lady!"
         I stood up and ran to the fire escape
          "I'll see you around!" I said.
          "Wait!" She shouted.
          I hurried out of there.


Yung Lee's journal. Saturday, October 26th, 2024, 7:32 p.m.. There have been multiple murders after the first one. All victims died of hydrogen cyanide gas. Evidence showed rape and other forms of aggressive assault before and after death. Horrible. Hydrogen cyanide is known for being virtually impossible for people to detect. The killer must've done this to greatly fatigue the victims, then take advantage of them. These were organized serial murders. Everyone online started calling the murderer; "The Silent Killer". Me and Mark's relationship has been wearing thin. We were best friends, brothers even, and now I'm sure he hates me. He also hates Yung Lee, and I don't. He hates Yung Lee so much. I wonder what would happen if he knew, if he knew who I really am? He told me he was going to start following and hunting down Yung Lee on his own. I didn't bother trying to tell him that it's not a good idea. On the bright side, my relationship with Mr. S is great. At this point, he is like a father to me. I love the guy.


Yung Lee's journal. Sunday, October 27th, 2024, 12:23 p.m.. While I was patrolling, I saw two people lying on the ground in a foggy alley seemingly unconscious. I saw a person standing over them. He didn't see me. I followed him from a distance. This had to be the murderer. I followed him to an abandoned warehouse. I didn't care if I would die anymore and I wanted to kill him last night. I needed to. Earlier, I had a feeling this would be my last night so I left a letter on my nightstand for my grandmother to read when she woke up. It's a letter explaining that I'm Yung Lee and that I am dead. It's a note telling her how much I love her and how she needs to run away from San Diego as far as possible to be safe from The Killer. A couple minutes after he entered the warehouse, I broke my way into the place. It was silent for a moment, then The Killer opened a door from underground and walked out. A gun was in his hands, drawn forward. No one else but me and him.
          "Oh hi, Yung Lee."
          Suddenly, he shot. I shrunk down in fear and reacted by closing my eyes. I miraculously didn't get shot. He tried to shoot again, however, his magazine was out of ammo. His gun was empty. It was my chance. I ran to him and kicked him down. I continued with my rage. I am a weapon. The weapon. I beat him badly. I stood up as quickly as I could. I saw someone's body at the entrance, laying out on the floor. "Could it have been one of his men?" I thought to myself.
          I slowly walked backwards.
          "Fuck you! Fuck you!" The Killer screamed.
          "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at him.
          I walked to the body. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Mark. Why was he here? What was he doing? How did he get behind me? Was he following me? Did he suspect that I'm Yung Lee? Did he not know I'm Yung Lee and he was just investigating Yung Lee? I didn't know what to think. He had a bullet wound straight through his chest. I remember The Killer firing his gun, but I didn't get hit... Mark did. I collapsed to my knees and picked him up.
          "Hey, hey. You're okay, you're okay, don't worry. I'm gonna get you some help, okay? You'll be okay,"
          My vision became blurry as I wept in pain with my voice broken and shuddered. My eyes couldn't even fill with the amount of tears that I needed to cry.
          "You're okay, don't worry, don't worry just stay with me, okay?"
          His head was wobbling, and his eyes were closing. He spoke weakly.
          "I-h-hate you,"
          "W-what?"
          "I... hate you,"
          "M-Mar-w-what are you saying? Y-You don't hate me. You'll be okay. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"
          It didn't look like he was going to make it.
          "HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP ME! CALL AN AMBULANCE! Oh my god! Oh my-Ughh! UGHH!"
          My shirt, gloves, and leggings became soaked with his dark red blood. I could see straight through the hole in his chest; the cut muscle and shattered bones. Meaty bits stuck to my hands. Then and there, I decided to show him. I took my mask off. He saw my face, and his expression went mad.
          "Mark!" I yelled at him, practically begging him to stay alive.
          "Y-you! You! NO! NOO!"
          He coughed as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me close.
          "This... is all... YOUR fault!"
          He could barely get it out. He flopped back.
          "W-what? Mark?... Mark?... M-M-Mark..."
          He was dead.
"Oh my god! NO! NO!... OH MY GOD, NOO!"
          I held him in my hands and closed my eyes, tilting my head up to the sky, screaming and weeping. No amount of words could describe what I was feeling. My heart shattered into hundreds of parts. I looked to the side and The Killer was there, standing up, looking at me. I continued to weep as rage and pain built up inside me. Then he took off his mask. I saw his face. It was Mr. S. My chemistry teacher. My father figure. I believed this was a nightmare. I screamed and put my head down. No tears could have sufficed, no amount of crying could have ever put me out of my misery. I looked at Mark and then looked at him. He was walking towards me slowly. I started hyper ventilating. I realized what I had to do. I stood up. It all happened so fast. He looked me dead in the eye. I was breathing hard. I ran to him. He charged at me... He stood no chance. I destroyed him. It hurt me more than it could ever hurt him. I broke his face and as many bones in his body as I could. I was going with no mercy. The man I looked up to. I wanted to be just like him. My father figure. How could the world be so evil? I wanted to end him. After I was finished with him it was only a matter of time until he would be dead... I heard sirens. They were getting closer and closer. I looked at Mr. S on the floor, then I looked at Mark on the floor. My face scrunched up as tears poured. The police cars were about to pull up front. I turned to the side, grabbed The Killer's empty gun from the ground, and threw it full speed to the left window, shattering through it. I ran and jumped out of it. As soon as I started leaving, the officers arrived. I raced home. When I arrived I grabbed the letter I wrote for my grandma and tore it to pieces.


Yung Lee's journal. Thursday, June 19th, 2025, 1:26 p.m.. It's been eight months since I've written in this journal. Absolutely nothing could explain how terrible that night was. I still wonder if it was all real or just an agonizing nightmare. There was a funeral for Mark. The Silent Killer is sentenced to life in prison. The school was shut down immediately, I've been attending a different high school, as has everyone. I haven't seen Ms. Tessie since Mark's funeral and chances are, I'll never see her again. The case went national. The police put out information on how two masks were found at the scene. One thing led to another, and everyone was talking about Yung Lee and how he stopped the Silent Killer, especially Connor on social media. Students at my school were interviewed, me included and more of Mark's friends and Mr. S's students. As for these past seven months, I've simply been dealing with the pain. I'm still Yung Lee. I don't talk to anyone anymore. I'm at home watching a video. It's a video I've kept for a while. An interview.
          "Did you hear about how Yung Lee is supposedly the one who stopped The Killer?"
          "I did."
          "Do you believe this?"
          "I do, yeah... I believe he's out there, somewhere. Some people need him, you know? People... need to know that someone's there - to fight the bad guys."













Yung Lee will return in Yung Lee: Chapter IV | The Prom