FIC: Impasse (Chapter Fourteen)
Konbanwa, minnasan! I just got back from my visit with Bunny. We were working on our traditional fan dance. She caught onto it really quick, I love how's it's developed! I also had the pleasure of wearing my whole traditional Korean Ceremonial Men's Clothing for practice. She took a couple pictures for a progress report, so I'll have that up in a few more days.
Thank you to all my kind SuJu supporters for the patience in this next chapter. I had a great difficulty writing this particular section, it exhausted me and I was crying by the last line. (For anyone who knows my love of GYM, you'll understand why.) I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and thank you for your continued support!
"Impasse"
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRINGS: HanHae, TeukHae, SiHan (past tense), KyuMin, ShinChul, YeTeuk, etc.
RATINGS: PG-13 to NC-17 (will be notated if NC-17)
GROUPS: Super Junior, DBSK, Kitty GYM, KAT-TUN
GENRE: Action/Romance/Angst
WARNINGS: Violence, Sexual Situations, Dark Themes, Character Death
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, never will, but thanks for reading!
SUMMARY: AU Storyline~In the South Korean underworld, a popular form of entertainment is fighting matches. Men are judged by the fighters they own. A troubled fighter with a past catches the attention of two long time friends and may lead them both to the brink of obsession.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Like Blood to Water
A man stood silently in the training room. He looked around his surroundings for a moment before glancing back at the cell phone tucked safely in the palm of his hand. The phone vibrated, the man having purposely turned off the ringer. He half smiled and answered the device.
"Yes?"
"I'm trailing the cab right now. It'll be dropping off your target in about fifteen minutes. Take care of that nasty trainer and his two little boys before he arrives."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't care, just make sure they're not around. You're creative, that's why I enlisted you to help me."
"Does Minwoo know?"
"What that bastard doesn't know won't hurt him. After all, we're splitting the money so he shouldn't care how we go about accomplishing it."
"It's too bad."
"What is?"
"About Donghae having a thing for Hankyung. I always liked the kid."
"But you like money a lot more."
"It's the language of love. What happens if I get some other unexpected guests?" the man responded mildly.
"Just make sure those three are somewhere else by the time Hankyung gets to the mansion, all right? As for the others, take care of them however you think."
"Sure thing."
The phone clicked off and the man tapped the antenna against his lower lip. He glanced toward the door that led to the fighter's private apartments. The man pushed some of his hair back from his eyes and then smirked.
"I'll need to get some supplies first of all."
He wandered down the hall, pausing at the first door to the right. Slipping through, he walked to the small kitchenette. The man gathered up four bottles of water and then opened up a small drawer underneath the sink. Pushing aside the miscellaneous kitchen gadgets and silverware, he produced a small bag with white dust inside. The man opened all four bottles, pouring just a few sprinkles into each one before sealing them up. He gave each bottle a vigorous shake, watching as the white powder slowly dissipated into nothing more than clear liquid.
"Excellent, this should do the trick."
The man took the bottles and placed them inside a satchel sitting on the table. He then slipped back out the door and wandered down the hallway. The second door on the left housed Junsu's new fighter and trainer. He knocked lightly on the door.
"Coming!" came Sungmin's sweet voice.
The young man opened up the door and then smiled at the visitor.
"Oh hey there! Is there something we can do for you?"
"Actually, I was just getting ready to head to the training center. I was wondering though if you'd like to try my new vitamin water? It's supposed to have some added pep that will keep you awake."
Sungmin smiled warmly and nodded, holding the door open for the man. KyuHyun was shadow boxing in their room, Kangin keeping tabs on his movement.
"Hold up, Kyunnie. Let's try to straighten your arms a little more." Kangin instructed. He stopped speaking when he saw the man standing next to Sungmin.
"Hey, what's up?" Kangin asked.
"Just heading to the training center and was wondering if you'd like to join me." the man said simply. "Oh! I got this new vitamin water, was wondering if everyone would like to try a bottle?"
KyuHyun smiled at the man as he reached into his satchel. He drew out four bottles, handing one first to Sungmin, then to KyuHyun before finally offering one to Kangin. He kept one to himself.
"I don't know, I'm still getting used to this bottled water thing." Kangin stated flatly.
"Boss!" Sungmin scolded. "Just because you've got soju still flowing through your veins doesn't mean you can't flush it out with a little water."
Kangin chuckled and then took the offered bottle.
"I suppose you're right."
"I will warn you." the visitor said softly. "It's got a bit of a funny after taste, but apparently that's normal."
"Why does healthy stuff always have to taste weird?" KyuHyun questioned.
"Because healthy people are weird." Kangin responded. He opened up the bottle and then held it up. "A toast then. To our good friend. In least you're not running around spying on people."
"What do you mean?" the other asked.
"One of your associates was standing out in the rain watching Hankyung and Donghae." Kangin said as he took a swig of water from the bottle. "Creepy as hell. Didn't show up to the meeting either. Heard you had an errand to run, that's why you weren't there."
"Yah, couldn't be helped, business and all."
Sungmin and KyuHyun were both drinking out of their bottles. They made mutual faces indicating the flavor was something to be desired.
"I can see why you haven't started drinking on yours yet. These taste awful." Sungmin grimaced.
Kangin took another couple big swallows before shaking his head and spitting a little. He felt a oddly light headed and his vision seemed a touch blurry. The more he tried to focus, the dizzier he seemed to become. He tried harder to see what was going on in front of him. The image of Sungmin and KyuHyun moved back and forth. He shut his eyes tightly before opening them again. His fighter and trainer were suddenly gone. His head was throbbing and he desperately tried to feel for his two friends.
"Minnieah? Kyunnieah?"
Kangin stepped forward, his feet swiveling. It felt like the whole world was spinning out of control. His heel caught slightly and he plummeted forward. The impact cleared his vision for the briefest of moments. He could make out Sungmin and KyuHyun both laying on the ground, apparently unconcious. The bottles of water had rolled away from their hands, their mouths open and their eyes shut.
"What... the... hell?" Kangin could hardly get coherent words out of his mouth.
"Hmm, I should have known it would take you longer to go unconcious." the man standing next to him said quietly. "Too much alcohol probably pickled you to some of the effects, so the drug is taking longer to work."
"W-w-why?" Kangin tried to force himself to stay awake but he could feel sleep pull at his senses.
"Because it's business, that's why. Now be a good boy and go to sleep. I've got another person I need to take care of."
Instinctively, Kangin knew who the person was.
".......hangeng."
The drug didn't deliver Kangin into blackness, but their visitor's fist did. Distantly, the trainer wondered if he had always been that cold.
*****
The cab stopped in front of Junsu's mansion. Hankyung looked at Donghae, the fighter's expression still very unsure.
"I'll be fine, I promise." Donghae said softly.
"I still think I should go with you."
"I know! Why don't you check in with Junsu. Then you can come find me at the address?"
The white haired man looked hesitant by the idea. Donghae gave the man a pleading look and Hankyung relented.
"All right. Just call me when you get there, okay?"
"I will."
The taller man nodded before giving Donghae a brief kiss. The bare brush of lips still made the younger man feel very giddy. His elegant companion slid out of the seat and closed the door behind him. Donghae waved as the cab driver revved up the engine and drew away from the front steps of the training center. Hankyung felt a frown tug at his lips. He fought the urge to chase after the cab. Everything in his fighter instinct was suddenly on edge.
Something felt very wrong to the man as the cab disappeared around the bend. The mansion seemed too quiet, especially near the training center. He glanced down at his watch and then back up to the empty parking area.
"Boss should be working with the two kids by now." he thought to himself.
Hankyung turned and then caught a glimpse of one of Junsu's black cars. The vehicle didn't stop, simply eased around the corner and headed the direction the cab had disappeared. An eerie sensation crept over the man as the car slowed just briefly before turning down the path. Hankyung swore that the person driving had looked over his shoulder at him. He knew that was impossible as most of Junsu's cars had tinted windows, this vehicle being no exception.
Hankyung turned again and slipped throught the training center's doors. He shook off the chill of the rain and stripped off his denim jacket. The center's main room was silent with the exception of the droplets striking the roof overhead. The equipment was still in their seperate stalls and the mats were rolled up in neat cylinders across the room. Everything was too perfectly organized, indicating no one had been in yet. The white haired men smelled the air, noting there was not a waft of sweat or blood. He eyed the door to the hallway carefully. The sound of footsteps caught his attention.
Hankyung lowered himself down in a crouching position. He felt his heartbeat speed up slightly, the adrenaline touching his blood. The footsteps drew closer. He carefully toed off his shoes, leaving himself barefoot for better traction. The Chinese man popped his neck twice, the cords in his arms tensing underneath the movement. The footsteps grew even louder. Hankyung poised himself as the owner of the sound came through the door. He lashed forward to have the person let out a shout, getting impacted by a foot to his torso. The man gasped for air and dropped his satchel, a bottle of water rolling out.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" he gasped, trying to get air back into his lungs.
Hankyung blinked and then looked mildly apologetic at the man holding his stomach on the floor. He reached down and cringed slightly. He could see a bruise starting to form where the other's shirt had ridden up.
"Sorry." Hankyung barely said.
"Yah, thanks." the man spat back.
He sat up and then looked at Hankyung. The man shook his head and then coughed a couple times before clearing his throat.
"Do you always kick people who come to train?"
"Just on edge was all." the man responded somewhat flatly.
"You could have killed me."
"I doubt that. If I had wanted too, I could have already."
"Think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?"
"It's a fact."
"Huh." the man grumbled.
He reached over and fetched the bottle that had rolled out of his satchel. Unscrewing the top, he offered the water to Hankyung. The white haired man eyed the object suspiciously.
"What?" he questioned.
"You want a drink or not? I'm trying to make a peace offering here."
The taller man sighed and nodded. He took a long drink of the water and then made a face as he drew back.
"What is this?"
"A special vitamin water."
"It tastes awful. Must be good for me."
"You actually can make jokes, Hangeng."
"I warned you once about calling me that name." Hankyung growled. He took another drink and frowned at the awful flavor. "How is it you know my real name any ways?"
"I know alot about you, Hangeng."
"Stop calling me that." Hankyung said, his voice deep and dangerous.
"For example, I know that your little fish, Donghae, is not heading to where he thinks he's going."
"What?!"
The white haired man quickly tried to get to his feet and found that all his grace seemed to have fled his body. He stumbled forward and collapsed, the bottle rolling out his fingers. He felt like his limbs had gone numb. His vision was starting to blur and he could only squint to see a set of feet in front of his face. Hankyung focused his energy and pushed himself upwards. A foot came down violently on his back. He felt his chin strike the hard ground and his teeth cut into his lip. The taste of iron mixed with the bitter flavor rising in the back of his throat. The owner of the foot proceeded to kick Hankyung in the side then. The impact was sharp and painful, but somehow was dulled by his fading senses.
"That's for kicking me a little bit ago." the man exclaimed. "The drug in the water is a special cocktail mix. I figured I would have to use more it on you then the other three. You're too well honed, it wouldn't work as fast."
"....Others?" Hankyung tried his hardest to focus on the man. The last ounce of strength he could muster, he flipped himself over to look up at his offender.
"Your old boss and his two little boys. Don't worry, they're sleeping like babies. Didn't have any reason to kill them. You on the other hand, well, my companion's employer has plans for you."
"......Why?" the taller man managed to whisper. His bottom lip stung from the bite and was swelling. He was having difficulty forming words as he needed too.
Yunho looked down at Hankyung and half smiled, getting down on his knees, bringing their faces close together.
"It's just business, Hangeng. That's all, just business."
Yunho felt a vibration against his leg and reached into his pocket. He brought a knee up and purposely pushed it into the center of Hankyung's chest. The man attempted to scream, but the paralysis was riding up into his vocal chords. Sleep was pulling at him despite his best efforts to fight.
"Yah, I got him under my knee, literally. He's going to be a heavy bugger to move. You sure Minwoo wants him brought to the address? I could just take care of him here."
"No, he wants to do it himself."
"Okay, our little Chinese prize is almost out for the count, Changmin. Take care of that cold, you sound awful."
Yunho clicked off the phone and gave Hankyung an icy smile. The man tried to move his arms again and was met with immobility.
"Don't worry, you'll get your limbs back soon enough."
"What is going on?" a voice interrupted.
Yunho looked up, his face shocked to see Yamapi, Golf and Mike standing in the door way. They were carrying their luggage, Yamapi's sword strapped to his back. All three dropped their bags. Golf and Mike raised their hands in a fighting position as Yamapi unsheathed his weapon.
"What did you do to Hankyung, Yunho?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. But I don't have time to mess with you three like I normally would."
Yunho reached into his denim jacket and drew out a high caliber pistol. Yamapi, Golf and Mike converged on Yunho rapidly. Hankyung tried to move, tried to disarm the man, but had no choice but to watch helplessly as the fighter fired off a series of rounds. The sound of the gun echoed around the center, making Hankyung sob silently. He could hazily make out Yamapi dodging the first shot.
In a few split seconds, as the bullets moved through the air, Yamapi was knocked sideways by Mike. The youngest member of their trio fell backwards, blood spewing from his lips as the metal pierced him through his throat. His older brother screamed in horror. Golf ran over as the whizz of another bullet sang through the air. Golf fell down as the impact struck the side of his head and exited through his temple. The two Thai brothers laid in a pile, marroon flowing from them.
"Tsk, I really didn't want any unnecessary casualites. But, you get what you get." Yunho said coldly.
Yamapi looked down at the bodies of his two companions, his friends, his lovers. He stared back at Yunho and then ran forward, thrusting out his blade. The man let off another shot and Yamapi staggered backwards. He fell slowly to his knees, the sword slipping from his hand. He looked down to see the blood trickling out of a wound in his chest.
"No, no, no, no, no..." Hankyung cried inwardly, trying to get his lips to move.
"Well, come on then." Yunho stated as he pulled Hankyung's paralyzed body through the training center. The man couldn't fight the drug any longer, the pull of it viciously drawing him into darkness.
Hankyung vaguely felt Yunho drag him outside. He distantly knew that his body was traveling over wet stones and muddy plains. The feel of the rain was obscure and ghost like. He was thrown inside a vehicle, he knew that by the sound. He had prided himself on being independent, being able to fight and to kill if need be. Only once before had he felt so helpless.
He thought only about Donghae. Fate had taken Siwon, he would not let it take Donghae from him too. He had already seen three man who hardly knew him sacrifice their lives to help him. Then the room was painted violently with their wills. All he could see behind his eyes was red.
Red. Red. There was always too much red.
Thank you to all my kind SuJu supporters for the patience in this next chapter. I had a great difficulty writing this particular section, it exhausted me and I was crying by the last line. (For anyone who knows my love of GYM, you'll understand why.) I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and thank you for your continued support!
"Impasse"
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRINGS: HanHae, TeukHae, SiHan (past tense), KyuMin, ShinChul, YeTeuk, etc.
RATINGS: PG-13 to NC-17 (will be notated if NC-17)
GROUPS: Super Junior, DBSK, Kitty GYM, KAT-TUN
GENRE: Action/Romance/Angst
WARNINGS: Violence, Sexual Situations, Dark Themes, Character Death
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, never will, but thanks for reading!
SUMMARY: AU Storyline~In the South Korean underworld, a popular form of entertainment is fighting matches. Men are judged by the fighters they own. A troubled fighter with a past catches the attention of two long time friends and may lead them both to the brink of obsession.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Like Blood to Water
A man stood silently in the training room. He looked around his surroundings for a moment before glancing back at the cell phone tucked safely in the palm of his hand. The phone vibrated, the man having purposely turned off the ringer. He half smiled and answered the device.
"Yes?"
"I'm trailing the cab right now. It'll be dropping off your target in about fifteen minutes. Take care of that nasty trainer and his two little boys before he arrives."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't care, just make sure they're not around. You're creative, that's why I enlisted you to help me."
"Does Minwoo know?"
"What that bastard doesn't know won't hurt him. After all, we're splitting the money so he shouldn't care how we go about accomplishing it."
"It's too bad."
"What is?"
"About Donghae having a thing for Hankyung. I always liked the kid."
"But you like money a lot more."
"It's the language of love. What happens if I get some other unexpected guests?" the man responded mildly.
"Just make sure those three are somewhere else by the time Hankyung gets to the mansion, all right? As for the others, take care of them however you think."
"Sure thing."
The phone clicked off and the man tapped the antenna against his lower lip. He glanced toward the door that led to the fighter's private apartments. The man pushed some of his hair back from his eyes and then smirked.
"I'll need to get some supplies first of all."
He wandered down the hall, pausing at the first door to the right. Slipping through, he walked to the small kitchenette. The man gathered up four bottles of water and then opened up a small drawer underneath the sink. Pushing aside the miscellaneous kitchen gadgets and silverware, he produced a small bag with white dust inside. The man opened all four bottles, pouring just a few sprinkles into each one before sealing them up. He gave each bottle a vigorous shake, watching as the white powder slowly dissipated into nothing more than clear liquid.
"Excellent, this should do the trick."
The man took the bottles and placed them inside a satchel sitting on the table. He then slipped back out the door and wandered down the hallway. The second door on the left housed Junsu's new fighter and trainer. He knocked lightly on the door.
"Coming!" came Sungmin's sweet voice.
The young man opened up the door and then smiled at the visitor.
"Oh hey there! Is there something we can do for you?"
"Actually, I was just getting ready to head to the training center. I was wondering though if you'd like to try my new vitamin water? It's supposed to have some added pep that will keep you awake."
Sungmin smiled warmly and nodded, holding the door open for the man. KyuHyun was shadow boxing in their room, Kangin keeping tabs on his movement.
"Hold up, Kyunnie. Let's try to straighten your arms a little more." Kangin instructed. He stopped speaking when he saw the man standing next to Sungmin.
"Hey, what's up?" Kangin asked.
"Just heading to the training center and was wondering if you'd like to join me." the man said simply. "Oh! I got this new vitamin water, was wondering if everyone would like to try a bottle?"
KyuHyun smiled at the man as he reached into his satchel. He drew out four bottles, handing one first to Sungmin, then to KyuHyun before finally offering one to Kangin. He kept one to himself.
"I don't know, I'm still getting used to this bottled water thing." Kangin stated flatly.
"Boss!" Sungmin scolded. "Just because you've got soju still flowing through your veins doesn't mean you can't flush it out with a little water."
Kangin chuckled and then took the offered bottle.
"I suppose you're right."
"I will warn you." the visitor said softly. "It's got a bit of a funny after taste, but apparently that's normal."
"Why does healthy stuff always have to taste weird?" KyuHyun questioned.
"Because healthy people are weird." Kangin responded. He opened up the bottle and then held it up. "A toast then. To our good friend. In least you're not running around spying on people."
"What do you mean?" the other asked.
"One of your associates was standing out in the rain watching Hankyung and Donghae." Kangin said as he took a swig of water from the bottle. "Creepy as hell. Didn't show up to the meeting either. Heard you had an errand to run, that's why you weren't there."
"Yah, couldn't be helped, business and all."
Sungmin and KyuHyun were both drinking out of their bottles. They made mutual faces indicating the flavor was something to be desired.
"I can see why you haven't started drinking on yours yet. These taste awful." Sungmin grimaced.
Kangin took another couple big swallows before shaking his head and spitting a little. He felt a oddly light headed and his vision seemed a touch blurry. The more he tried to focus, the dizzier he seemed to become. He tried harder to see what was going on in front of him. The image of Sungmin and KyuHyun moved back and forth. He shut his eyes tightly before opening them again. His fighter and trainer were suddenly gone. His head was throbbing and he desperately tried to feel for his two friends.
"Minnieah? Kyunnieah?"
Kangin stepped forward, his feet swiveling. It felt like the whole world was spinning out of control. His heel caught slightly and he plummeted forward. The impact cleared his vision for the briefest of moments. He could make out Sungmin and KyuHyun both laying on the ground, apparently unconcious. The bottles of water had rolled away from their hands, their mouths open and their eyes shut.
"What... the... hell?" Kangin could hardly get coherent words out of his mouth.
"Hmm, I should have known it would take you longer to go unconcious." the man standing next to him said quietly. "Too much alcohol probably pickled you to some of the effects, so the drug is taking longer to work."
"W-w-why?" Kangin tried to force himself to stay awake but he could feel sleep pull at his senses.
"Because it's business, that's why. Now be a good boy and go to sleep. I've got another person I need to take care of."
Instinctively, Kangin knew who the person was.
".......hangeng."
The drug didn't deliver Kangin into blackness, but their visitor's fist did. Distantly, the trainer wondered if he had always been that cold.
*****
The cab stopped in front of Junsu's mansion. Hankyung looked at Donghae, the fighter's expression still very unsure.
"I'll be fine, I promise." Donghae said softly.
"I still think I should go with you."
"I know! Why don't you check in with Junsu. Then you can come find me at the address?"
The white haired man looked hesitant by the idea. Donghae gave the man a pleading look and Hankyung relented.
"All right. Just call me when you get there, okay?"
"I will."
The taller man nodded before giving Donghae a brief kiss. The bare brush of lips still made the younger man feel very giddy. His elegant companion slid out of the seat and closed the door behind him. Donghae waved as the cab driver revved up the engine and drew away from the front steps of the training center. Hankyung felt a frown tug at his lips. He fought the urge to chase after the cab. Everything in his fighter instinct was suddenly on edge.
Something felt very wrong to the man as the cab disappeared around the bend. The mansion seemed too quiet, especially near the training center. He glanced down at his watch and then back up to the empty parking area.
"Boss should be working with the two kids by now." he thought to himself.
Hankyung turned and then caught a glimpse of one of Junsu's black cars. The vehicle didn't stop, simply eased around the corner and headed the direction the cab had disappeared. An eerie sensation crept over the man as the car slowed just briefly before turning down the path. Hankyung swore that the person driving had looked over his shoulder at him. He knew that was impossible as most of Junsu's cars had tinted windows, this vehicle being no exception.
Hankyung turned again and slipped throught the training center's doors. He shook off the chill of the rain and stripped off his denim jacket. The center's main room was silent with the exception of the droplets striking the roof overhead. The equipment was still in their seperate stalls and the mats were rolled up in neat cylinders across the room. Everything was too perfectly organized, indicating no one had been in yet. The white haired men smelled the air, noting there was not a waft of sweat or blood. He eyed the door to the hallway carefully. The sound of footsteps caught his attention.
Hankyung lowered himself down in a crouching position. He felt his heartbeat speed up slightly, the adrenaline touching his blood. The footsteps drew closer. He carefully toed off his shoes, leaving himself barefoot for better traction. The Chinese man popped his neck twice, the cords in his arms tensing underneath the movement. The footsteps grew even louder. Hankyung poised himself as the owner of the sound came through the door. He lashed forward to have the person let out a shout, getting impacted by a foot to his torso. The man gasped for air and dropped his satchel, a bottle of water rolling out.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" he gasped, trying to get air back into his lungs.
Hankyung blinked and then looked mildly apologetic at the man holding his stomach on the floor. He reached down and cringed slightly. He could see a bruise starting to form where the other's shirt had ridden up.
"Sorry." Hankyung barely said.
"Yah, thanks." the man spat back.
He sat up and then looked at Hankyung. The man shook his head and then coughed a couple times before clearing his throat.
"Do you always kick people who come to train?"
"Just on edge was all." the man responded somewhat flatly.
"You could have killed me."
"I doubt that. If I had wanted too, I could have already."
"Think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?"
"It's a fact."
"Huh." the man grumbled.
He reached over and fetched the bottle that had rolled out of his satchel. Unscrewing the top, he offered the water to Hankyung. The white haired man eyed the object suspiciously.
"What?" he questioned.
"You want a drink or not? I'm trying to make a peace offering here."
The taller man sighed and nodded. He took a long drink of the water and then made a face as he drew back.
"What is this?"
"A special vitamin water."
"It tastes awful. Must be good for me."
"You actually can make jokes, Hangeng."
"I warned you once about calling me that name." Hankyung growled. He took another drink and frowned at the awful flavor. "How is it you know my real name any ways?"
"I know alot about you, Hangeng."
"Stop calling me that." Hankyung said, his voice deep and dangerous.
"For example, I know that your little fish, Donghae, is not heading to where he thinks he's going."
"What?!"
The white haired man quickly tried to get to his feet and found that all his grace seemed to have fled his body. He stumbled forward and collapsed, the bottle rolling out his fingers. He felt like his limbs had gone numb. His vision was starting to blur and he could only squint to see a set of feet in front of his face. Hankyung focused his energy and pushed himself upwards. A foot came down violently on his back. He felt his chin strike the hard ground and his teeth cut into his lip. The taste of iron mixed with the bitter flavor rising in the back of his throat. The owner of the foot proceeded to kick Hankyung in the side then. The impact was sharp and painful, but somehow was dulled by his fading senses.
"That's for kicking me a little bit ago." the man exclaimed. "The drug in the water is a special cocktail mix. I figured I would have to use more it on you then the other three. You're too well honed, it wouldn't work as fast."
"....Others?" Hankyung tried his hardest to focus on the man. The last ounce of strength he could muster, he flipped himself over to look up at his offender.
"Your old boss and his two little boys. Don't worry, they're sleeping like babies. Didn't have any reason to kill them. You on the other hand, well, my companion's employer has plans for you."
"......Why?" the taller man managed to whisper. His bottom lip stung from the bite and was swelling. He was having difficulty forming words as he needed too.
Yunho looked down at Hankyung and half smiled, getting down on his knees, bringing their faces close together.
"It's just business, Hangeng. That's all, just business."
Yunho felt a vibration against his leg and reached into his pocket. He brought a knee up and purposely pushed it into the center of Hankyung's chest. The man attempted to scream, but the paralysis was riding up into his vocal chords. Sleep was pulling at him despite his best efforts to fight.
"Yah, I got him under my knee, literally. He's going to be a heavy bugger to move. You sure Minwoo wants him brought to the address? I could just take care of him here."
"No, he wants to do it himself."
"Okay, our little Chinese prize is almost out for the count, Changmin. Take care of that cold, you sound awful."
Yunho clicked off the phone and gave Hankyung an icy smile. The man tried to move his arms again and was met with immobility.
"Don't worry, you'll get your limbs back soon enough."
"What is going on?" a voice interrupted.
Yunho looked up, his face shocked to see Yamapi, Golf and Mike standing in the door way. They were carrying their luggage, Yamapi's sword strapped to his back. All three dropped their bags. Golf and Mike raised their hands in a fighting position as Yamapi unsheathed his weapon.
"What did you do to Hankyung, Yunho?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. But I don't have time to mess with you three like I normally would."
Yunho reached into his denim jacket and drew out a high caliber pistol. Yamapi, Golf and Mike converged on Yunho rapidly. Hankyung tried to move, tried to disarm the man, but had no choice but to watch helplessly as the fighter fired off a series of rounds. The sound of the gun echoed around the center, making Hankyung sob silently. He could hazily make out Yamapi dodging the first shot.
In a few split seconds, as the bullets moved through the air, Yamapi was knocked sideways by Mike. The youngest member of their trio fell backwards, blood spewing from his lips as the metal pierced him through his throat. His older brother screamed in horror. Golf ran over as the whizz of another bullet sang through the air. Golf fell down as the impact struck the side of his head and exited through his temple. The two Thai brothers laid in a pile, marroon flowing from them.
"Tsk, I really didn't want any unnecessary casualites. But, you get what you get." Yunho said coldly.
Yamapi looked down at the bodies of his two companions, his friends, his lovers. He stared back at Yunho and then ran forward, thrusting out his blade. The man let off another shot and Yamapi staggered backwards. He fell slowly to his knees, the sword slipping from his hand. He looked down to see the blood trickling out of a wound in his chest.
"No, no, no, no, no..." Hankyung cried inwardly, trying to get his lips to move.
"Well, come on then." Yunho stated as he pulled Hankyung's paralyzed body through the training center. The man couldn't fight the drug any longer, the pull of it viciously drawing him into darkness.
Hankyung vaguely felt Yunho drag him outside. He distantly knew that his body was traveling over wet stones and muddy plains. The feel of the rain was obscure and ghost like. He was thrown inside a vehicle, he knew that by the sound. He had prided himself on being independent, being able to fight and to kill if need be. Only once before had he felt so helpless.
He thought only about Donghae. Fate had taken Siwon, he would not let it take Donghae from him too. He had already seen three man who hardly knew him sacrifice their lives to help him. Then the room was painted violently with their wills. All he could see behind his eyes was red.
Red. Red. There was always too much red.