consuming darkness ; prologue
Title: consuming darkness
Pairings: Leeteuk/Yesung, onesided!Ryeowook/Yesung
Rating: R
Genre: Action, Thriller, Gang!AU
Word Count: 613
Summary: In a world where everyone wears a mask to hide their true selves, nothing seems wrong, but neither does anything seem right. The individuals trapped in this interwoven web of deceit are the ones who have to figure out the truth behind every lie. But then again, are their judgements always right?
Warnings: Violence, character death, and blood. Lots and lots of blood.
Author's Notes: Something which I've been working on since two years ago but never really made much progress because of all the distractions, orz. But I hope that by posting it up, it would actually spur me on to complete this. I've about five chapters completed, and I'd hate to see it go to waste because I was (and still am) really excited about this project. So yes, here goes ^^
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A little boy, around the age of eight, slowly crept down the dark stairwell in the direction of the noise that woke him up from his sleep. His eyes were brimming with tears, feeling terrified at the loudness of the events transpiring downstairs.
His hands were trembling uncontrollably, covered with cold sweat as he blindly made his way down into the darkness. It made it all the more difficult for him to depend on the railing for support, gasping in shock when he had accidentally lost his footing.
He said his silent prayers in thanks when he managed to balance himself just before he rolled down the remaining steps, and then continued on his journey to investigate the source of the ruckus. His eyes were narrowed, vision blurred by tears as he inched closer to the voices which he could easily recognise as his parents’. He hated that. He loathed that they could never get along well, despite his many pleads for them not to fight.
Yes, they would argue night after night, that much he was accustomed to. However, this was the first time that things had escalated to such a scale. Things were being thrown around the house, objects made of glass shattered. His mother was screaming, pleading, crying out for an unknown name to stop.
The person with that unfamiliar name did not respond to her request, however, because no foreign voice ever rang out in the space. The little boy walked even closer to the living room - clearly everything was happening there. He swore he heard the clanging of the keys of the piano as a result of a heavy object falling on top of it.
By the time he was a mere meter away from the entrance of the living room, he suddenly felt extremely terrified of what he might stumble upon. The panic alarm was sounding in his head, warning him to just turn around and run. Nevertheless, the curious part of him egged him forward, and he mindlessly followed the other voice in his head, despite the relentless trembling of his lower limbs that made it difficult for him to even walk.
His nose wrinkled in disgust when the metallic stench of blood hit him in the face, causing him to panic even more. What could possibly be happening in his house? Why was his father’s voice nowhere to be heard? He was fairly certain that his father hadn’t left the mansion at all.
When he had finally arrived at the doorway leading to the living room, the boy’s eyes grew wide with fear. Suddenly everything became clear to him - why his father wasn’t talking at all, why his mother was screaming and pleading and in tears, why the distasteful smell of blood was lingering in the air. One was sprawled across the piano bench, lifeless, a pool of blood spread around the area. The other was kneeling on the floor, in front of a stranger with a hat.
Said stranger had a gun in his hand, of which the trigger was pulled when the boy’s mother clung onto the man’s leg.
His blood froze as his mother also slumped onto the floor in a bloody mess, a bullet having planted square in the middle of her forehead. The last thing he remembered was running for his life, out into the cold, dark streets away from the place which he had called home ever since he could remember, with the fearful face of the man haunting his head.
A deeply terrified scream resonated down the empty streets that night, so spine-chilling that it lingered for hours in the ears of those who happened to hear it.
Pairings: Leeteuk/Yesung, onesided!Ryeowook/Yesung
Rating: R
Genre: Action, Thriller, Gang!AU
Word Count: 613
Summary: In a world where everyone wears a mask to hide their true selves, nothing seems wrong, but neither does anything seem right. The individuals trapped in this interwoven web of deceit are the ones who have to figure out the truth behind every lie. But then again, are their judgements always right?
Warnings: Violence, character death, and blood. Lots and lots of blood.
Author's Notes: Something which I've been working on since two years ago but never really made much progress because of all the distractions, orz. But I hope that by posting it up, it would actually spur me on to complete this. I've about five chapters completed, and I'd hate to see it go to waste because I was (and still am) really excited about this project. So yes, here goes ^^
~ * ~
A little boy, around the age of eight, slowly crept down the dark stairwell in the direction of the noise that woke him up from his sleep. His eyes were brimming with tears, feeling terrified at the loudness of the events transpiring downstairs.
His hands were trembling uncontrollably, covered with cold sweat as he blindly made his way down into the darkness. It made it all the more difficult for him to depend on the railing for support, gasping in shock when he had accidentally lost his footing.
He said his silent prayers in thanks when he managed to balance himself just before he rolled down the remaining steps, and then continued on his journey to investigate the source of the ruckus. His eyes were narrowed, vision blurred by tears as he inched closer to the voices which he could easily recognise as his parents’. He hated that. He loathed that they could never get along well, despite his many pleads for them not to fight.
Yes, they would argue night after night, that much he was accustomed to. However, this was the first time that things had escalated to such a scale. Things were being thrown around the house, objects made of glass shattered. His mother was screaming, pleading, crying out for an unknown name to stop.
The person with that unfamiliar name did not respond to her request, however, because no foreign voice ever rang out in the space. The little boy walked even closer to the living room - clearly everything was happening there. He swore he heard the clanging of the keys of the piano as a result of a heavy object falling on top of it.
By the time he was a mere meter away from the entrance of the living room, he suddenly felt extremely terrified of what he might stumble upon. The panic alarm was sounding in his head, warning him to just turn around and run. Nevertheless, the curious part of him egged him forward, and he mindlessly followed the other voice in his head, despite the relentless trembling of his lower limbs that made it difficult for him to even walk.
His nose wrinkled in disgust when the metallic stench of blood hit him in the face, causing him to panic even more. What could possibly be happening in his house? Why was his father’s voice nowhere to be heard? He was fairly certain that his father hadn’t left the mansion at all.
When he had finally arrived at the doorway leading to the living room, the boy’s eyes grew wide with fear. Suddenly everything became clear to him - why his father wasn’t talking at all, why his mother was screaming and pleading and in tears, why the distasteful smell of blood was lingering in the air. One was sprawled across the piano bench, lifeless, a pool of blood spread around the area. The other was kneeling on the floor, in front of a stranger with a hat.
Said stranger had a gun in his hand, of which the trigger was pulled when the boy’s mother clung onto the man’s leg.
His blood froze as his mother also slumped onto the floor in a bloody mess, a bullet having planted square in the middle of her forehead. The last thing he remembered was running for his life, out into the cold, dark streets away from the place which he had called home ever since he could remember, with the fearful face of the man haunting his head.
A deeply terrified scream resonated down the empty streets that night, so spine-chilling that it lingered for hours in the ears of those who happened to hear it.