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Oh my god *hides face in hands* I can't believe I'm about to post this. I blame decodexx . Its all your fault, you know? YOu and you're Sihae and Fanfiction and ugh. You'll probably recognize where this is from....maybe. who knows? I can't believe I'm about to post my fail!writing here.
soooooo....yeah. I don't write fanfiction. I've NEVER written fanfic before, unless you count the time in the third grade where i retold the opening of the Ocarina of time for an assignment in class. But this idea keeps bugging at me and I had to write it down... or at least start it. All I have is kind of an opening/prologue kinda thing. But its not doing anything just sitting on my comp. so here you go. *sighs*
please don't be too harsh. like i said I'm not a writer. but yeah
“ That was a great service tonight Siwon!”
“Ah, You really think so?”
“Of course. Your sermons are always the best. I know for a fact that the whole church becomes a lot more lively whenever we hear that you’re filling in for the night.”
Siwon turned with a sheepish expression to his friend, Junsu. “You’re exaggerating.”
Another voice piped up from his left, “No oppa! It’s true. Everyone loves your services. I even know a few people who only come in when you’re here!”
Siwon looked at her and raises his eyebrow. “ Really, Sooyoung?”
Sooyoung gave him a knowing grin and laughed. “ You’re too modest oppa. You still refuse to believe us? How many more times will we have to tell you before you admit that you‘re good at this?”
Junsu peered around from the other side of Siwon, and looked Sooyoung straight in the eye. “You know that he’ll never admit it. All he’s ever going to say is ‘I still have room for improvement.’”
Siwon quickly interjects “Well its true! I’m no where NEAR the level of Father Yoon.”
At his outburst Sooyoung and Junsu look at each other again roll their eyes. Junsu then glances at his watch and looks back at Siwon and Sooyoung. “Its getting late, and it’s no use to stay standing here in the entrance of the church. You guys wanna head home?”
Sooyoung hums for a second and then gives an affirmative. Junsu turns to Siwon and asks “ what about you, Siwon?”
Siwon glances out the door to the rain slicked streets outside. The storm has passed but the air still feels heavy. He feels a shiver run down his spine, but he quickly pushes away the feeling and faces the waiting pair. He smiles. “Sure hyung, why not? I’m headed that way anyway.”
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Siwon walks quietly down the sidewalk, avoiding the puddles scattered here and there. They’d be gone by morning, but right now, even with the newly visible full moon hanging in the sky, they aren’t going anywhere. Junsu and Sooyoung have already made it to their respective houses, and he’s making the last leg of the trip on his own.
Siwon feels a sharp wind blow and wraps his arms around himself. It’s pretty unusual for this time of year, but the night is cool, and Siwon stops for a moment and breathes in the night air, heavy with the scent of the recent rain storm.
Crack.
Startled out of his momentary reverie, Siwon whirls around to face behind him, his searching gaze peering into the darkness that is lightened only by the moon and a distant streetlight.
Nothing.
Siwon lingers for a moment, unable to shakes the feeling of fear that has risen in his chest. The feeling that something is watching. The feeling of being hunted.
Frowning slightly and giving a sigh Siwon turns back around to resume his trek back to his apartment. He takes a step.
Pain. Terror. A heavy weight pressing on him.
Siwon feels something ripping into his arms. Tearing his back to shreds. Feels blood everywhere. On his face, his shirt, pooling on the ground. Feels his ribs snapping under the weight of whatever has attacked him.
The weight shifts and something clamps around his arm and jerks. A tearing sensation and excruciating pain. Siwon pushes thorough the agony and manages to move his head to try and face his attacker, but with the blood running down his face all he can see is a pair of angry red eyes. All he can hear is a vicious snarl, before the pains renews, doubles, triples, and his world is reduced to a single thought.
I’m going to die.
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Breathe in. breathe out.
Footsteps.
“what the-”
Breathe in.
Running. A pair of shoes splashing through blood. A hand on his neck.
Breathe out.
“Eunhyuk! Come here! Hurry!”
“Shindong?”
A gasp. More running. A second pair of hands, ghosting over his wounds.
“Is he-”
“He’s alive. For now.”
Breathe in.
“Eunhyuk, call an Ambulance.”
Silence.
“Eunhyuk!”
“Shindong, These wounds… they’re… we should bring him to Ryeowook.”
“Hyukjae?”
Breathe out.
“I don’t think we want him in a hospital. They wouldn’t know what to do.”
A sharp intake of breath.
“ You mean…”
“ Yeah. It may be hard to smell over all the blood but its there alright. I can feel it.”
Breathe in.
“Let’s hurry then. Call Alpha and let him know what‘s going on.”
A cellphone beeping.
Hands . Reaching , Grabbing, lifting him up of the ground. Something shifts, pops, snaps inside of him. Pain.
“ Hello?! Kangin hyung. Where’s Leeteuk? It’s an emergency!”
Breathe out.
Blackness.
Next Chapter
Well? Bad? or Not? should I continue? I mean I kinda have an Idea where to go from here but..... who knows.
soooooo....yeah. I don't write fanfiction. I've NEVER written fanfic before, unless you count the time in the third grade where i retold the opening of the Ocarina of time for an assignment in class. But this idea keeps bugging at me and I had to write it down... or at least start it. All I have is kind of an opening/prologue kinda thing. But its not doing anything just sitting on my comp. so here you go. *sighs*
please don't be too harsh. like i said I'm not a writer. but yeah
“ That was a great service tonight Siwon!”
“Ah, You really think so?”
“Of course. Your sermons are always the best. I know for a fact that the whole church becomes a lot more lively whenever we hear that you’re filling in for the night.”
Siwon turned with a sheepish expression to his friend, Junsu. “You’re exaggerating.”
Another voice piped up from his left, “No oppa! It’s true. Everyone loves your services. I even know a few people who only come in when you’re here!”
Siwon looked at her and raises his eyebrow. “ Really, Sooyoung?”
Sooyoung gave him a knowing grin and laughed. “ You’re too modest oppa. You still refuse to believe us? How many more times will we have to tell you before you admit that you‘re good at this?”
Junsu peered around from the other side of Siwon, and looked Sooyoung straight in the eye. “You know that he’ll never admit it. All he’s ever going to say is ‘I still have room for improvement.’”
Siwon quickly interjects “Well its true! I’m no where NEAR the level of Father Yoon.”
At his outburst Sooyoung and Junsu look at each other again roll their eyes. Junsu then glances at his watch and looks back at Siwon and Sooyoung. “Its getting late, and it’s no use to stay standing here in the entrance of the church. You guys wanna head home?”
Sooyoung hums for a second and then gives an affirmative. Junsu turns to Siwon and asks “ what about you, Siwon?”
Siwon glances out the door to the rain slicked streets outside. The storm has passed but the air still feels heavy. He feels a shiver run down his spine, but he quickly pushes away the feeling and faces the waiting pair. He smiles. “Sure hyung, why not? I’m headed that way anyway.”
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Siwon walks quietly down the sidewalk, avoiding the puddles scattered here and there. They’d be gone by morning, but right now, even with the newly visible full moon hanging in the sky, they aren’t going anywhere. Junsu and Sooyoung have already made it to their respective houses, and he’s making the last leg of the trip on his own.
Siwon feels a sharp wind blow and wraps his arms around himself. It’s pretty unusual for this time of year, but the night is cool, and Siwon stops for a moment and breathes in the night air, heavy with the scent of the recent rain storm.
Crack.
Startled out of his momentary reverie, Siwon whirls around to face behind him, his searching gaze peering into the darkness that is lightened only by the moon and a distant streetlight.
Nothing.
Siwon lingers for a moment, unable to shakes the feeling of fear that has risen in his chest. The feeling that something is watching. The feeling of being hunted.
Frowning slightly and giving a sigh Siwon turns back around to resume his trek back to his apartment. He takes a step.
Pain. Terror. A heavy weight pressing on him.
Siwon feels something ripping into his arms. Tearing his back to shreds. Feels blood everywhere. On his face, his shirt, pooling on the ground. Feels his ribs snapping under the weight of whatever has attacked him.
The weight shifts and something clamps around his arm and jerks. A tearing sensation and excruciating pain. Siwon pushes thorough the agony and manages to move his head to try and face his attacker, but with the blood running down his face all he can see is a pair of angry red eyes. All he can hear is a vicious snarl, before the pains renews, doubles, triples, and his world is reduced to a single thought.
I’m going to die.
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Breathe in. breathe out.
Footsteps.
“what the-”
Breathe in.
Running. A pair of shoes splashing through blood. A hand on his neck.
Breathe out.
“Eunhyuk! Come here! Hurry!”
“Shindong?”
A gasp. More running. A second pair of hands, ghosting over his wounds.
“Is he-”
“He’s alive. For now.”
Breathe in.
“Eunhyuk, call an Ambulance.”
Silence.
“Eunhyuk!”
“Shindong, These wounds… they’re… we should bring him to Ryeowook.”
“Hyukjae?”
Breathe out.
“I don’t think we want him in a hospital. They wouldn’t know what to do.”
A sharp intake of breath.
“ You mean…”
“ Yeah. It may be hard to smell over all the blood but its there alright. I can feel it.”
Breathe in.
“Let’s hurry then. Call Alpha and let him know what‘s going on.”
A cellphone beeping.
Hands . Reaching , Grabbing, lifting him up of the ground. Something shifts, pops, snaps inside of him. Pain.
“ Hello?! Kangin hyung. Where’s Leeteuk? It’s an emergency!”
Breathe out.
Blackness.
Next Chapter
Well? Bad? or Not? should I continue? I mean I kinda have an Idea where to go from here but..... who knows.