The War (Five: Gone)
Title: The War
Characters: Jonghyun, Onew, Minho, Key, Taemin and some other characters
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, AU, Friendship, Romance, Violence
Summary: In five rooms, there were different boys lay on the cold pavement, unmoving. Those rooms were pitch black, no single light could be seen. Those boys never knew what happened to them. Later, when they woke up, they would find themselves in unknown place, with no memory, no name, and no friend. Later when they woke up, they would find themselves, together, struggling to survive, fighting until the last drop of their blood. They were built only to fight.
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five: gone
jonghyun never left his katana hanging on his back; he always pointed it in front of his body. he had killed a man before. he didn’t know who he was, but he had decided from the beginning he walked alone that he would kill everyone on his way, just like a madman.
he still felt hurt after onew’s departure, but he said to himself that he had to be strong. he even put his wristband on his bag since he didn’t want to check it every time. he knew it could distract his focus.
jonghyun found a house. he knew it was broken and he wasn’t surprised. he stepped into it and raised his katana higher. a crack would follow him every time he stepped his foot onto the wooden floor.
“fuck…this isn’t working…” jonghyun hissed. he cased back his katana and pulled his guns, both of them.
he stepped deeper into the house and checked every corner. he didn’t find anything but his feeling said the opposite. he felt another presence there.
two…, jonghyun thought, no, it’s more than two. three? four?
he heard the front door was opened. jonghyun hurriedly hid himself on the dark closet and held his breath.
“guys, i’m home!” a cheerful voice was heard.
jonghyun pushed himself deeper into the closet and squatted between the boxes. he saw the light entered that dark closet and he heard someone hung the coat there. he curled even deeper. he was scared he would be known.
“guys?” the same voice called his friends again and closed the door of the closet.
jonghyun still held his breath until the steps faded away. he straightened his back and legs and inhaled in relief.
“that was fucking close…” jonghyun sighed.
he wiped his sweat and peeked through the hole on the door. he could see no one and decided it was the safe time to go out. he couldn’t stay there forever after all.
he opened the door a little and let his ears find something. he got no sound and opened the closet wider. he looked around and saw the stairs.
“he must be up there.” he whispered.
but, he couldn’t storm up there without plan. he saw the kitchen and decided to check if there was any food first.
faintly, jonghyun could hear the conversation growing up there.
“yeah…i killed some. look, i got fifty today!” the voice earlier cheered. jonghyun held his urge to kill them madly and kept saving the important food and drink into his carrier.
“so, who did you kill today, daesung?” another voice asked.
“i don’t know. i didn’t introduce myself before killing, you know?”
“yah! respect me, i am your leader!”
the voice groaned in pain, it looked like he hit, and voiced again, “yes! yes! you’re our leader, jiyong! but, stop hitting me!”
a very low voice chuckled and joined the conversation, “daesung didn’t mean to be like that, jiyong, just let him go.”
“aish, top, you always spoil him! where’s my panda anyway?”
“seungri?” another kind of voice asked back, “he said he wanted to sleep. maybe he is in the room downstairs.”
“downstairs…?” jonghyun stopped grabbing the food.
“yep, i’m downstairs.” a voice was heard behind him.
jonghyun turned his head carefully and found a boy leaning on the kitchen doorway with smirk.
“you’re stealing our food, aren’t you?” seungri said, “and all my friends are up there. you really have a huge gut.”
jonghyun gulped, he wore a straight expression to hide his fear, “and why if i have it?”
“you don’t understand, do you?” seungri snorted, “i can call my friends down and you’ll be a dead meat.”
jonghyun pulled out his katana, “if you’re a man, you’ll face me by yourself.”
“nice offer.” seungri nodded, “but, i use gun…”
jonghyun roled down and grabbed his bag before seungri could aim his gun to him. a loud bang was heard, and jonghyun was sure seungri’s friends up there could hear it too.
“damn it!” jonghyun cursed. he pulled out his gun and hid behind the counter.
“come out, come out, little puppy~” seungri sang, “ready or not here i come…”
he could hear steps running down the stairs and he knew he would be dead, or at least, it would happen if he didn’t have idea popped in his brain.
he saw the window was opened and the stove was just a meter for him. his problem was how to distract seungri. he looked around to find something.
“come on, something…i need something…” he saw the cabinet under the counter and opened it. it was good he found a bag of pepper powder.
“gotcha…” jonghyun smirked. he disconnected the gas pipe from the stove and he could smell the gas was on the air. he waited until seungri was on his range and threw the torn sachet right to seungri’s face.
“agh!!!” the boy growled, losing his balance.
jonghyun kicked the boy’s gun and hit seungri’s head to the counter until the boy unconscious. he could hear seungri’s friends running down the stairs. he hurriedly jumped out through the window he run a bit far and threw a lighter into the house. he could feel his back hot from the fire and the loud bang deafened his ears. and all black…
taemin stopped his feet in sudden. he turned back and looked around.
“what’s wrong, taemin?” key asked.
“hmm…” taemin shook his head, “i think i heard a loud bang in a second.”
“are you sure?” minho frowned, “did you hear it too, key?”
“no, i didn’t.” key shook his head.
taemin chuckled awkwardly, “maybe, it’s just me. come on, let’s keep going.”
“i really don’t have good feeling about this.” minho sighed, “it was getting dark. let’s make a camp. but, we have to find a hidden place.”
they continued walking straight until they found a high building. minho decided to make a camp there. but, not before it was checked. so, they walked into the building slowly, weapons on hands.
the lifts, like they had expected, were off. so, they had to take the stairs. minho was in the front and key was guarding their back. in a few minutes, they had reached the fourth floor. it was so dark in there. the one and only light they got was from the setting sun outside.
key threw himself on the cold pavement and sighed, “maybe this isn’t the best place, but this sure will be a nice place to rest.”
“i think my leg would break if we walked any longer.” taemin whined.
“there’s someone down there.” minho stuck his index finger on his lips, “i’ll shoot them…”
taemin and key peeked from the broken window and saw the people.
“there are three people.” key whispered, “are you sure you can shoot them all?”
minho took out his rifle and set it on the balcony, “when i shoot one of them, two of them might run or shoot back. i can shoot another one, but not with the other. would you help me?”
“hmm…” key tapped his chin, “it’s pretty far…but i’ll try.”
“what about me?” taemin pouted.
“not yet, sweetie.” key answered, “you can do it later when the enemy isn’t that far, okay?”
“okaaaay…” taemin sat down.
“ready?” minho asked.
“with your command, sir.” key saluted.
“okay,” minho chuckled, “one…two…three!”
minho shot one of them. like they had guessed, one of the remaining ran away while the other one shot back. key shot the shooting one and minho shot the running one.
“great!” minho threw a fist on the air.
key just chuckled and sat down beside taemin, “why are you so upset, son?”
“because umma shot the enemy while i sat here.” taemin whined.
“do you mean me?”
the skinny boy nodded.
“what a cutie!” key squealed, “you can do that soon, okay? i promise!”
minho just shook his head and walked toward their supply, “let’s fill our stomach first, eh? who wants to eat?”
“meeeee!!!” taemin jumped up and approached the tall guy.
key smiled and sighed, “maybe this is not that bad.”
he raised his wrist and checked their scores. but, his smile faded fast and his face got paler when he saw the screen. something was wrong.
a name was gone…
a boy opened his eyes and found himself in the dim room. he looked around and saw the candles lightened the room. he found his body was laying in huge bed. the curtains were close.
“where am i?”
he slipped off from the bed and wandered the room. a huge mirror reflected his figure. he observed his clothes. he was wearing a white shirt and jeans. his shoes looked dull, his face as well. he had brownish hair that he touched.
he looked down and saw guns hanging on his thighs. then, he remembered everything.
he felt scared. his bones felt like be able to melt whenever. he held the guns and pointed forward.
“i have to go out of here…”
“not that fast.” a voice startled him from behind.
he turned around with his guns, “who are you?!”
the boy didn’t think the lady was no harm. he could see the soft face.
“please, lower your guns…it’s dangerous.”
“no…” the boy stayed still, “who are you? where am I”
the lady just smiled warmly, “before i answer your questions, let me greet you properly. welcome back to life.”
jonghyun opened his eyes and felt the air blowing through his back.
“fuck…” he cursed, “i guess my shirt was torn again…and this time along with my jacket.”
he got up, cracking the stiff bones. he tore the already torn clothes and dumped them away.
the house he had blown earlier was crashed badly, but not that bad until it was flat on the ground.
“how long have i been unconscious?” he asked to himself. from what he saw, he had fainted a little too long since the fire was none to be seen. he sighed and patted the dirt from his jeans.
“please, please…” he prayed, “let me find a shirt. it’s no way i have to walk around in nude.”
jonghyun kicked some pieces of the wall and found a fabric. he pulled it and smiled. yes, it was a shirt. and it was crimson red.
“well…” jonghyun cringed, “this shirt is too…unique…for my liking. but, it’s better than nothing, right?”
he kicked some pieces again and made a face every time he saw bloody parts of anatomy’s organs.
“i prefer to kill…”
he found a box of bullet suit with his gun and threw it into his carrier, and then he left the place.
jonghyun walked around until he found a place he thought safe to eat and groped something from his carried. but, instead of food, his hand found something cold and hard; he knew it as his wristband. he pulled it out.
“hmmm…” he eyed it and sighed, “let’s see my score then. i bet i got many scores from previous explosion.”
jonghyun: 80. key: 10. minho: 40. taemin: 0.
“80, not bad.” he nodded his head approvingly. he threw his wristband back into his carrier and chewed the bun he had stolen, “i’m the winner now, onew.”
then, he stopped chewing. there was something strange from his wristband. he stuck his bun between his teeth and groped for the said thing from his carrier again. then checked the scores once again.
“wait…” jonghyun dropped his bun and eyed the wristband to make sure he didn’t see it wrong. but, even he had rubbed his eyes hardly for many times he still saw that the names on it were just four.
“where’s onew’s name…?” he whispered, “no, this is impossible…”
Characters: Jonghyun, Onew, Minho, Key, Taemin and some other characters
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, AU, Friendship, Romance, Violence
Summary: In five rooms, there were different boys lay on the cold pavement, unmoving. Those rooms were pitch black, no single light could be seen. Those boys never knew what happened to them. Later, when they woke up, they would find themselves in unknown place, with no memory, no name, and no friend. Later when they woke up, they would find themselves, together, struggling to survive, fighting until the last drop of their blood. They were built only to fight.
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five: gone
jonghyun never left his katana hanging on his back; he always pointed it in front of his body. he had killed a man before. he didn’t know who he was, but he had decided from the beginning he walked alone that he would kill everyone on his way, just like a madman.
he still felt hurt after onew’s departure, but he said to himself that he had to be strong. he even put his wristband on his bag since he didn’t want to check it every time. he knew it could distract his focus.
jonghyun found a house. he knew it was broken and he wasn’t surprised. he stepped into it and raised his katana higher. a crack would follow him every time he stepped his foot onto the wooden floor.
“fuck…this isn’t working…” jonghyun hissed. he cased back his katana and pulled his guns, both of them.
he stepped deeper into the house and checked every corner. he didn’t find anything but his feeling said the opposite. he felt another presence there.
two…, jonghyun thought, no, it’s more than two. three? four?
he heard the front door was opened. jonghyun hurriedly hid himself on the dark closet and held his breath.
“guys, i’m home!” a cheerful voice was heard.
jonghyun pushed himself deeper into the closet and squatted between the boxes. he saw the light entered that dark closet and he heard someone hung the coat there. he curled even deeper. he was scared he would be known.
“guys?” the same voice called his friends again and closed the door of the closet.
jonghyun still held his breath until the steps faded away. he straightened his back and legs and inhaled in relief.
“that was fucking close…” jonghyun sighed.
he wiped his sweat and peeked through the hole on the door. he could see no one and decided it was the safe time to go out. he couldn’t stay there forever after all.
he opened the door a little and let his ears find something. he got no sound and opened the closet wider. he looked around and saw the stairs.
“he must be up there.” he whispered.
but, he couldn’t storm up there without plan. he saw the kitchen and decided to check if there was any food first.
faintly, jonghyun could hear the conversation growing up there.
“yeah…i killed some. look, i got fifty today!” the voice earlier cheered. jonghyun held his urge to kill them madly and kept saving the important food and drink into his carrier.
“so, who did you kill today, daesung?” another voice asked.
“i don’t know. i didn’t introduce myself before killing, you know?”
“yah! respect me, i am your leader!”
the voice groaned in pain, it looked like he hit, and voiced again, “yes! yes! you’re our leader, jiyong! but, stop hitting me!”
a very low voice chuckled and joined the conversation, “daesung didn’t mean to be like that, jiyong, just let him go.”
“aish, top, you always spoil him! where’s my panda anyway?”
“seungri?” another kind of voice asked back, “he said he wanted to sleep. maybe he is in the room downstairs.”
“downstairs…?” jonghyun stopped grabbing the food.
“yep, i’m downstairs.” a voice was heard behind him.
jonghyun turned his head carefully and found a boy leaning on the kitchen doorway with smirk.
“you’re stealing our food, aren’t you?” seungri said, “and all my friends are up there. you really have a huge gut.”
jonghyun gulped, he wore a straight expression to hide his fear, “and why if i have it?”
“you don’t understand, do you?” seungri snorted, “i can call my friends down and you’ll be a dead meat.”
jonghyun pulled out his katana, “if you’re a man, you’ll face me by yourself.”
“nice offer.” seungri nodded, “but, i use gun…”
jonghyun roled down and grabbed his bag before seungri could aim his gun to him. a loud bang was heard, and jonghyun was sure seungri’s friends up there could hear it too.
“damn it!” jonghyun cursed. he pulled out his gun and hid behind the counter.
“come out, come out, little puppy~” seungri sang, “ready or not here i come…”
he could hear steps running down the stairs and he knew he would be dead, or at least, it would happen if he didn’t have idea popped in his brain.
he saw the window was opened and the stove was just a meter for him. his problem was how to distract seungri. he looked around to find something.
“come on, something…i need something…” he saw the cabinet under the counter and opened it. it was good he found a bag of pepper powder.
“gotcha…” jonghyun smirked. he disconnected the gas pipe from the stove and he could smell the gas was on the air. he waited until seungri was on his range and threw the torn sachet right to seungri’s face.
“agh!!!” the boy growled, losing his balance.
jonghyun kicked the boy’s gun and hit seungri’s head to the counter until the boy unconscious. he could hear seungri’s friends running down the stairs. he hurriedly jumped out through the window he run a bit far and threw a lighter into the house. he could feel his back hot from the fire and the loud bang deafened his ears. and all black…
taemin stopped his feet in sudden. he turned back and looked around.
“what’s wrong, taemin?” key asked.
“hmm…” taemin shook his head, “i think i heard a loud bang in a second.”
“are you sure?” minho frowned, “did you hear it too, key?”
“no, i didn’t.” key shook his head.
taemin chuckled awkwardly, “maybe, it’s just me. come on, let’s keep going.”
“i really don’t have good feeling about this.” minho sighed, “it was getting dark. let’s make a camp. but, we have to find a hidden place.”
they continued walking straight until they found a high building. minho decided to make a camp there. but, not before it was checked. so, they walked into the building slowly, weapons on hands.
the lifts, like they had expected, were off. so, they had to take the stairs. minho was in the front and key was guarding their back. in a few minutes, they had reached the fourth floor. it was so dark in there. the one and only light they got was from the setting sun outside.
key threw himself on the cold pavement and sighed, “maybe this isn’t the best place, but this sure will be a nice place to rest.”
“i think my leg would break if we walked any longer.” taemin whined.
“there’s someone down there.” minho stuck his index finger on his lips, “i’ll shoot them…”
taemin and key peeked from the broken window and saw the people.
“there are three people.” key whispered, “are you sure you can shoot them all?”
minho took out his rifle and set it on the balcony, “when i shoot one of them, two of them might run or shoot back. i can shoot another one, but not with the other. would you help me?”
“hmm…” key tapped his chin, “it’s pretty far…but i’ll try.”
“what about me?” taemin pouted.
“not yet, sweetie.” key answered, “you can do it later when the enemy isn’t that far, okay?”
“okaaaay…” taemin sat down.
“ready?” minho asked.
“with your command, sir.” key saluted.
“okay,” minho chuckled, “one…two…three!”
minho shot one of them. like they had guessed, one of the remaining ran away while the other one shot back. key shot the shooting one and minho shot the running one.
“great!” minho threw a fist on the air.
key just chuckled and sat down beside taemin, “why are you so upset, son?”
“because umma shot the enemy while i sat here.” taemin whined.
“do you mean me?”
the skinny boy nodded.
“what a cutie!” key squealed, “you can do that soon, okay? i promise!”
minho just shook his head and walked toward their supply, “let’s fill our stomach first, eh? who wants to eat?”
“meeeee!!!” taemin jumped up and approached the tall guy.
key smiled and sighed, “maybe this is not that bad.”
he raised his wrist and checked their scores. but, his smile faded fast and his face got paler when he saw the screen. something was wrong.
a name was gone…
a boy opened his eyes and found himself in the dim room. he looked around and saw the candles lightened the room. he found his body was laying in huge bed. the curtains were close.
“where am i?”
he slipped off from the bed and wandered the room. a huge mirror reflected his figure. he observed his clothes. he was wearing a white shirt and jeans. his shoes looked dull, his face as well. he had brownish hair that he touched.
he looked down and saw guns hanging on his thighs. then, he remembered everything.
he felt scared. his bones felt like be able to melt whenever. he held the guns and pointed forward.
“i have to go out of here…”
“not that fast.” a voice startled him from behind.
he turned around with his guns, “who are you?!”
the boy didn’t think the lady was no harm. he could see the soft face.
“please, lower your guns…it’s dangerous.”
“no…” the boy stayed still, “who are you? where am I”
the lady just smiled warmly, “before i answer your questions, let me greet you properly. welcome back to life.”
jonghyun opened his eyes and felt the air blowing through his back.
“fuck…” he cursed, “i guess my shirt was torn again…and this time along with my jacket.”
he got up, cracking the stiff bones. he tore the already torn clothes and dumped them away.
the house he had blown earlier was crashed badly, but not that bad until it was flat on the ground.
“how long have i been unconscious?” he asked to himself. from what he saw, he had fainted a little too long since the fire was none to be seen. he sighed and patted the dirt from his jeans.
“please, please…” he prayed, “let me find a shirt. it’s no way i have to walk around in nude.”
jonghyun kicked some pieces of the wall and found a fabric. he pulled it and smiled. yes, it was a shirt. and it was crimson red.
“well…” jonghyun cringed, “this shirt is too…unique…for my liking. but, it’s better than nothing, right?”
he kicked some pieces again and made a face every time he saw bloody parts of anatomy’s organs.
“i prefer to kill…”
he found a box of bullet suit with his gun and threw it into his carrier, and then he left the place.
jonghyun walked around until he found a place he thought safe to eat and groped something from his carried. but, instead of food, his hand found something cold and hard; he knew it as his wristband. he pulled it out.
“hmmm…” he eyed it and sighed, “let’s see my score then. i bet i got many scores from previous explosion.”
jonghyun: 80. key: 10. minho: 40. taemin: 0.
“80, not bad.” he nodded his head approvingly. he threw his wristband back into his carrier and chewed the bun he had stolen, “i’m the winner now, onew.”
then, he stopped chewing. there was something strange from his wristband. he stuck his bun between his teeth and groped for the said thing from his carrier again. then checked the scores once again.
“wait…” jonghyun dropped his bun and eyed the wristband to make sure he didn’t see it wrong. but, even he had rubbed his eyes hardly for many times he still saw that the names on it were just four.
“where’s onew’s name…?” he whispered, “no, this is impossible…”