[FIC] Broken - Part. 3
Title: Broken
Length: 3/3
Author: je3vous3aime
Rating: PG-13 (due to implied pre-rape happenings)
Genre: very dramatic drama
Summary: Getting equal is a natural human want, but will a person almost blinded by this desire be able to see that he is going to far before he destroys a innocent family, or will he rage on and foolishly crush such a peaceful existence?
A/N: This fiction was originally called 'Black, White, and Red' but I have forgotten why I called it that and couldn't get a realistic reason for the title so I just changed it to 'Broken' -.-
Parts: 1 | 2 |
Chinhwa sighed as he pulled his hand away from the door for a second time. He poked the barrel of his gun against his head. "Whats wrong with me!" He hissed, keeping his voice low so the people in the room couldn't hear him.
The guard again placed his hand gingerly on the cold doorknob, only to pull it way as if it burnt him. What the fuck is the matter with you, Chinhwa! he yelled at himself, people could be getting killed and your out here shaking in your boots! He sighed again and grabbed at the hair on the side of his head, sliding down the wall to wrestle with his demons on the chilly tile.
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Charlotte ran down the stares to the guards room as fast as he teenage legs could take her. She was pulling the small boy, Junsu, to go try and save his parents from the man who Junsu had said was hurting them in the guards room.
She was a new employee in the stadium and didn't work anywhere but the bleachers after the games when she cleaned them, but she knew where the guards room was. After being hauled down there so many times before she had memorized the path.
The two made there way down the last flight of stairs, slowing down a bit so their footsteps wouldn't be as loud. Charlotte stopped when she saw a man sitting against the wall next to the guards room. The American was careful to approach, thinking that it might be a watch for the men inside the room, but as she got closer she realized it was a stadium guard.
"Excuse me?" She whispered when she was less than a foot away from the man. He slightly jumped from the sound but steadied again when he realized it was just a worker. He sighed and was a bout to put his head back between his knees until his eyes caught the small boy still hiding over by the stairs.
"Junsu?" He whispered to the boy.
Instantly the boy jumped up and scrambled over to the guard. He wrapped his arms around the man's broad shoulders. "Chinhwa!" He sighed into the mans shirt.
"You know him?" Charlotte asked Junsu.
"Yeah," Junsu whispered as he sat up next Chinhwa. "This is Charlotte," The boy pointed his pudgy finger to the girl and said her name in a thick Korean accent. "I told her all about whats happening to Umma and Appa and she called the police."
"Speaking of," Charlotte interrupted. "Why are you not in there saving them?" She motioned to the gun in Chinhwa's lap.
"I... can't." He whispered, pursing his lips together.
"What do you mean you can't?!" Charlotte hissed.
"Bad memories, horrible stuff happened, I just can't shoot the thing." He looked down and sighed.
Charlotte nodded. Even if she didn't fully understand the man she had the underlining information. The guy wouldn't do it but some one had to. She was not about to sit around and let some one get hurt while they were waiting for the cops.
"Take Junsu and go somewhere." She grabbed the gun from Chinhwa's lap and checked it over. A grey .40 caliber smith and wesson pistol*. Charlotte smiled. A cops gun. She knew how to use those.
Chinhwa and Junsu had vanished up the stairs as soon as the word 'go' passed the American's lips. She really didn't want the kid to see whatever was going on in the room his parents were being held in. For all she knew they might be dead already, and she couldn't let him see their bodies.
Charlotte readied the gun and positioned herself next to the door, right where she needed to be to kick the thing down and shoot anything threatening before it realized what was going on.
She breathed deeply.
"3... 2... 1-!"
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Daeshim smiled as his hands felt over the china doll skin on the younger mans chest. Jaejoong groaned when his pudgy fingers squeezed his nipples, the boy's body jerking from the want to get up and run as far away as his skinny legs could take him but he was too week to even lift his arms off the cold table.
Yunho's pleas and demands of Jaejoong's release had long been forgotten by the two. Daeshim just having to much fun to hear the panicking man, and Jaejoong was to drugged to hear anything.
Just as Daeshim's fingers started pulling on the shining belt buckle of Jaejoong's pants, a loud ear-piercing crash shot around the room.
"Get off of him you dirty rat!"
All the room's occupants turned to see a western girl pointing a gun right at Daeshim's face. The man's hands had frozen in shock and his mouth hung slightly open.
"Move now or I'm putting one between your eyes!" Her Korean was thickly accented and it was obvious she was still a teenager but her words were serious and Daeshim took them to heart. He slowly back off of Jaejoong's exposed body.
"Now get to the corner! Keep your hands where I can see them!" Her eyes gazed around the room, taking in her surroundings like a experienced police officer. She saw Yunho and the two goons and moved so she could get them in her gun range with out loosing Daeshim for a second. "Move it too, meat-heads!" The two men let Yunho drop to the ground as they held there hands up and joined Daeshim in the corner.
Yunho slumped over on the ground when the strong hands finally released his bruised arms. He clenched his teeth and wiggled his arms so the white rope around his wrists loosened and he was able to pull it off. The American was still yelling threats at the three men who were now standing with their chests against the wall farthest away from Jaejoong. Yunho smirked as she pulled their gun's and switchblades from their pockets and threw them across the room. She really knew how to do this.
Yunho pulled his eyes from the girl back to his beloved. Jaejoong was still laying limply on the table, his defences had been let down because there was nothing to defend against when Daeshim had left. Yunho leaned over his love and pushed the sweaty bangs away from his eyes. He wondered if the drugs had finally taken him under until the man's rosy lips parted.
"Yunho..." Jaejoong breathed out.
"Jaejoong," Yunho stroked the smooth skin on Jaejoong's pale face. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." The man pulled off his shirt and laid it over his lover's naked chest, the sight of Jaejoong being so helpless and exposed was destroying him. Yunho got in one more heart felt 'sorry' before the metal door burst open for a second time and a handful of uniformed Korean police swarmed in.
They all had their guns out and pointing at every human in the room. Yunho put him arms up to show that he was unarmed and injured. Most of the police moved on, but a single on stayed on him just to make sure he really wasn't dangerous.
The rest raced over to the corner where the girl had trapped Daeshim and his two followers. Unlike her, the police forced them to the ground and cuffed them quick. The girl handed over the gun and let herself get patted down without hesitation. The three men were lead out of the room bye four police, one leading the three officers who were restraining the offenders. The other two and the American joined Yunho next to the table.
"What happened?" One of the officers asked Yunho.
Yunho stayed quiet for a second, debating whether he should tel the police everything that happened, but he soon decided he had to tell them. "Daeshim, the small fat one, is a wealthy drug dealer. He was here to collect a dept I owe him."
"A dept?" One of the other cops asked.
"Daeshim, Choi Daeshim?" Yunho nodded. "How do you know him" The officer narrowed his eyes.
"I had known a person who had connections with him and he told me I could borrow some money to get a small business off the ground. I took the offer and my business flourished, but not enough to pay him back before his patientence broke."
The police looked at each other, all three wondering if they should take Yunho in for being in business with such a wanted criminal as Daeshim. "Did you have any idea that he was going to do something like this?" The first officer asked.
"No," Yunho shook his head, his eyes not leaving those of his drugged lovers.
The police told him that because he didn't know the intentions of Daeshim that he couldn't be tried as an accomplice, so they would let him off. Yunho thanked them all and with the help of one he lifted Jaejoong from the table.
The three, Yunho, Jaejoong, and the helpful officer, made their way out of the cold guards room. The other two cops stayed behind to question the foreign girl.
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Half way down the long hallway the officer had to leave Yunho and Jaejoong to help with crowd control, the raid on the guards room had attracted half the stadium to them.
Yunho and Jaejoong slowly made there way to the stairwell where a small boy was waiting for them with a taller guard.
"Junsu!" Jaejoong and Yunho called when the child bounced off the stair he was sitting on and made his way over to his parents.
"Appa! Umma!" He cried, flinging one of his short arms around Yunho's bare waist, the other around Jaejoong's waist.
Yunho knelt down and buried his face in the boys light brown hair. Jaejoong fell with him and embraced both of the other boy's necks.
"I'm so happy your safe!" Junsu whimpered into his parent's shoulders.
"So am I," Yunho breathed, stroking the two's backs. "I love you both so much, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Jaejoong whispered, his voice was low from exhaustion and only them three could hear it. "You meant the best, and you cant be punished for that." He smiled and pulled the boy's closer. "I love you, too..."
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END.
A/N: *This is the gun for those more visual readers.
This whole thing is really random... Its like an episode on one of those cop shows. Just kind of think of it like that :D.
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