A Black Car in the Sunrise
Title: A Black Car in the Sunrise
Fandom: 2NE1/CL
Rating: PG
Genre: Fantasy
It’s late in the afternoon. A pink hummer enters the 5th floor of a parking lot near a busy district of Seoul. It turns right and closes in on an empty spot on the corner which is just the right size for it. As the sun takes its leave and promises another cold February evening, a girl steps out of the vehicle in all black attire. Except for the blonde hair, white skin, and nails painted white with an “X” in the middle, no other colours can be seen on her. She clutches her purse and closes the door to the hummer, before walking towards a black sedan exactly four cars to the right of her own. She opens her purse and takes out a key.
That spot on the corner is empty on most days of the month. The opposite can be said about the space four cars to its right.
A single lady guard with short, brown hair stands by the high black gates guarding a small forest behind thick, grey walls 45 minutes outside the city. The people in the area who know about the place assume that the government owns it, but it’s not a national park. No rangers, no tourists, no common people are allowed inside.
This isn’t Minji’s first time guarding these gates on a night like this. But she still pushes the flaps on her hat close to her ears from time to time, not quite getting used to the cold. This is going to be a busy shift for her, because this is not just any night. This is THE night. There are fifty three guests expected to arrive. Fifty two are already in. But the night has fallen and the third is still yet to come to the gates. This one was probably special, she thought; one with the unyielding power against his or her own instincts. There are only very few of them, and she’s hoping tonight she’ll get to see at least one. All the guests to the forest show up on the days on which they are listed. A no-show means that she should call headquarters and sound an alarm. They were protecting sensitive information and no one uninvolved should interfere or else…
Lights soon appear from a distance and Minji’s eyes suddenly become more alert. The bright yellow spots come closer and she recognizes the black car just before it slows down and stops before the gates. She walks close to the driver’s side of the car and waits for the tinted window to roll down, revealing another girl a bit older that herself by the face, with blonde hair and a black fur coat. They only look at each other once, for a second, and then the girl in the car looked away. Minji looked straight on the opposite way a moment later, remembering to keep to her duties. Guests of the forest should only be looked at once, without eye contact. She cleared her throat.
“Password please.” Minji asks, keeping to her duties.
“09201009” The girl in the car said. And at once, Minji walked fast toward the small guardhouse and entered a code, opening the black gates. As black car drove inside, she would never forget what happened. They weren’t supposed to look each other in the eyes, but the guest was already looking directly at her when the window went down. Not only that, but she was not looking at her indifferently like what the others do, but with a smile.
Minji writes down the plate number for the final car that entered the gates tonight. No one else should enter.
The black car moved along the single paved road until it was deep inside the compound, with nothing but tall, thick trees on each side as company. It stopped on the left side and the girl with blonde hair and all black clothes stepped out.
No one else is allowed to park on this road.
She walks far deeper into the forest. Looking at the trees, she thinks about how they stayed the same all these years, while the world outside the wall, and even the wall itself, evolved so much with time. She pauses in her walk as she takes in the scent of the spot where she once trained in resistance so she can save herself from the villagers who were supposedly hunting down creatures of folklore. They were half-true, she chuckles at the thought. They never had nine tales. None of them knew where that came from.
She continues and finds the spot where Jiyong, one of her playmates since her youth discovered what she is, and where she discovered who he really was as well.
“I’m a slayer.” Jiyong said, holding out a sling. “And you’re a good catch.”
Jiyong wasn’t a bad catch either, she thought to herself. But all the swag with the slingshot and oath to some brotherhood didn’t hold up for long as she reduced her old neighbour to tears after striking him once. Tonight, he’s somewhere in this forest.
Just a few steps after reminds her of two years before that incident. It was the time when she was struck by the girl who gave her this gift that she considered a curse for the first few years she had it, until she learned what she could do with it. Dara, she called herself. Said she couldn’t control herself then. She doesn’t know where that girl is now. She didn’t see her at the night the wall was inaugurated. And that was already a few hundred years ago. She didn’t know much about her anyway. Wouldn’t even tell anyone how she herself got struck.
She finally reached a cliff, and she feels her body tremble, just like she did the first time it happened. But this time, she welcomes it. She’s getting warmer now, her blonde hair turning white, fingers and spine flexing and stiffening at the same time, moving uncontrollably. She drops to the ground, catching herself with her hands, unable to keep herself standing upright. She shouts, and shouts, until she gives a howl as her clothes rip and her limbs extend, together with the rest of her bones. Her eyes turn pitch black and her ears are now triangles on the sides of the top of her head. Icy grey fur covers her skin and a long, thick tail forms on her lover back. Her feet turned to paws that ended in sharp nails, strong enough to make a deep scratch on the old trees in the forest. Sharp teeth line her mouth as she opens it to howl once more. She hears familiar replies from different parts of the woods. Her friends have arrived before she did.
She spends the night running, hunting, and enjoying her time at the forest, occasionally running into the others who chose to spend the night there. The real animals would travel in packs but she figures her species evolved to spend most of their time in the woods by themselves, protecting each other from being found out by satellites if ever they form a group. Even the very existence of the wall is protected. It’s a lonesome way to release some steam, as if she didn’t already feel alone most of her years. Survival has its own price to pay. But they will meet outside the wall.
The clock on the car says 4:30 when she returns to where the black car is, and to how she was when she entered this side of the wall. A few minutes past and she puts a new red coat over an all-white ensemble.
Last in, first to leave. Minji was surprised to see the black car with the plate number last on her list leave so early.
The black car drives off, away from the forest. It stops by a bridge and the girl in a red coat steps out to look at view before dawn.
Many of her kind feel distant from the new society. They get tired of the things that people do; the same kind of things, over and over again, no matter what discoveries they make. But she doesn’t see it that way. As long as the sun rises, the morning is always new, and everything else that comes with it. Others have even dared to call her a traitor to the moon, keeping her skills in resistance even when the slayings have ended. But somehow, the anticipation of its arrival kept her more alive than the rest of them. She never forgets how happy she was when she realized she could keep seeing the light of the sun the morning after she was struck. 223 years on, she still remembers that day. But how could she ever forget?
“Happy birthday, Chaerin.” She whispers to herself as the sun rises.
Author's Note: Happy birthday to CL!! This is my first 2NE1/Cl fanfic, and my first fanfic in ages! Sorry people, I have been busy. I do hope you like it! Comments are most welcome
Fandom: 2NE1/CL
Rating: PG
Genre: Fantasy
It’s late in the afternoon. A pink hummer enters the 5th floor of a parking lot near a busy district of Seoul. It turns right and closes in on an empty spot on the corner which is just the right size for it. As the sun takes its leave and promises another cold February evening, a girl steps out of the vehicle in all black attire. Except for the blonde hair, white skin, and nails painted white with an “X” in the middle, no other colours can be seen on her. She clutches her purse and closes the door to the hummer, before walking towards a black sedan exactly four cars to the right of her own. She opens her purse and takes out a key.
That spot on the corner is empty on most days of the month. The opposite can be said about the space four cars to its right.
A single lady guard with short, brown hair stands by the high black gates guarding a small forest behind thick, grey walls 45 minutes outside the city. The people in the area who know about the place assume that the government owns it, but it’s not a national park. No rangers, no tourists, no common people are allowed inside.
This isn’t Minji’s first time guarding these gates on a night like this. But she still pushes the flaps on her hat close to her ears from time to time, not quite getting used to the cold. This is going to be a busy shift for her, because this is not just any night. This is THE night. There are fifty three guests expected to arrive. Fifty two are already in. But the night has fallen and the third is still yet to come to the gates. This one was probably special, she thought; one with the unyielding power against his or her own instincts. There are only very few of them, and she’s hoping tonight she’ll get to see at least one. All the guests to the forest show up on the days on which they are listed. A no-show means that she should call headquarters and sound an alarm. They were protecting sensitive information and no one uninvolved should interfere or else…
Lights soon appear from a distance and Minji’s eyes suddenly become more alert. The bright yellow spots come closer and she recognizes the black car just before it slows down and stops before the gates. She walks close to the driver’s side of the car and waits for the tinted window to roll down, revealing another girl a bit older that herself by the face, with blonde hair and a black fur coat. They only look at each other once, for a second, and then the girl in the car looked away. Minji looked straight on the opposite way a moment later, remembering to keep to her duties. Guests of the forest should only be looked at once, without eye contact. She cleared her throat.
“Password please.” Minji asks, keeping to her duties.
“09201009” The girl in the car said. And at once, Minji walked fast toward the small guardhouse and entered a code, opening the black gates. As black car drove inside, she would never forget what happened. They weren’t supposed to look each other in the eyes, but the guest was already looking directly at her when the window went down. Not only that, but she was not looking at her indifferently like what the others do, but with a smile.
Minji writes down the plate number for the final car that entered the gates tonight. No one else should enter.
The black car moved along the single paved road until it was deep inside the compound, with nothing but tall, thick trees on each side as company. It stopped on the left side and the girl with blonde hair and all black clothes stepped out.
No one else is allowed to park on this road.
She walks far deeper into the forest. Looking at the trees, she thinks about how they stayed the same all these years, while the world outside the wall, and even the wall itself, evolved so much with time. She pauses in her walk as she takes in the scent of the spot where she once trained in resistance so she can save herself from the villagers who were supposedly hunting down creatures of folklore. They were half-true, she chuckles at the thought. They never had nine tales. None of them knew where that came from.
She continues and finds the spot where Jiyong, one of her playmates since her youth discovered what she is, and where she discovered who he really was as well.
“I’m a slayer.” Jiyong said, holding out a sling. “And you’re a good catch.”
Jiyong wasn’t a bad catch either, she thought to herself. But all the swag with the slingshot and oath to some brotherhood didn’t hold up for long as she reduced her old neighbour to tears after striking him once. Tonight, he’s somewhere in this forest.
Just a few steps after reminds her of two years before that incident. It was the time when she was struck by the girl who gave her this gift that she considered a curse for the first few years she had it, until she learned what she could do with it. Dara, she called herself. Said she couldn’t control herself then. She doesn’t know where that girl is now. She didn’t see her at the night the wall was inaugurated. And that was already a few hundred years ago. She didn’t know much about her anyway. Wouldn’t even tell anyone how she herself got struck.
She finally reached a cliff, and she feels her body tremble, just like she did the first time it happened. But this time, she welcomes it. She’s getting warmer now, her blonde hair turning white, fingers and spine flexing and stiffening at the same time, moving uncontrollably. She drops to the ground, catching herself with her hands, unable to keep herself standing upright. She shouts, and shouts, until she gives a howl as her clothes rip and her limbs extend, together with the rest of her bones. Her eyes turn pitch black and her ears are now triangles on the sides of the top of her head. Icy grey fur covers her skin and a long, thick tail forms on her lover back. Her feet turned to paws that ended in sharp nails, strong enough to make a deep scratch on the old trees in the forest. Sharp teeth line her mouth as she opens it to howl once more. She hears familiar replies from different parts of the woods. Her friends have arrived before she did.
She spends the night running, hunting, and enjoying her time at the forest, occasionally running into the others who chose to spend the night there. The real animals would travel in packs but she figures her species evolved to spend most of their time in the woods by themselves, protecting each other from being found out by satellites if ever they form a group. Even the very existence of the wall is protected. It’s a lonesome way to release some steam, as if she didn’t already feel alone most of her years. Survival has its own price to pay. But they will meet outside the wall.
The clock on the car says 4:30 when she returns to where the black car is, and to how she was when she entered this side of the wall. A few minutes past and she puts a new red coat over an all-white ensemble.
Last in, first to leave. Minji was surprised to see the black car with the plate number last on her list leave so early.
The black car drives off, away from the forest. It stops by a bridge and the girl in a red coat steps out to look at view before dawn.
Many of her kind feel distant from the new society. They get tired of the things that people do; the same kind of things, over and over again, no matter what discoveries they make. But she doesn’t see it that way. As long as the sun rises, the morning is always new, and everything else that comes with it. Others have even dared to call her a traitor to the moon, keeping her skills in resistance even when the slayings have ended. But somehow, the anticipation of its arrival kept her more alive than the rest of them. She never forgets how happy she was when she realized she could keep seeing the light of the sun the morning after she was struck. 223 years on, she still remembers that day. But how could she ever forget?
“Happy birthday, Chaerin.” She whispers to herself as the sun rises.
Author's Note: Happy birthday to CL!! This is my first 2NE1/Cl fanfic, and my first fanfic in ages! Sorry people, I have been busy. I do hope you like it! Comments are most welcome