Slaves in the Nightmare
The sudden scream of agony caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. It was something that he had never heard in his life. Someone was in severe pain from the loss of another. What haunted him the most was, as he looked down at his hands, he thought for a moment that maybe something wasn’t right. His hands should not have been that color. They shown rust in the moonlight and he lifted them closer to his face. They smelled like copper, and it was at that point he realized that the substance was blood. He fell to his knees and slashed his hands across the grass. Get rid of the evidence. It was all he could do. What happened? What had made him into the monster, left in the night, with the echoes of the scream playing in his ears?
He gazed, wild eyed, around him. No one jumped out at him, accusing him with their jeers, or slapped handcuffs on him. He stood up and started to run blindly. It was that moment when he slammed into the cold metal that he realized his car was hidden in the bushes. Was this planned?
It didn’t matter. It was a wonder that, after everything that had happened, he could still reach into his pocket and calmly pull out his keys. There was still a small trace of the blood on his fingers and he noticed his hands were shaking as he unlocked the car door. There was just one thing to do. Go home; erase this from his mind. Hope that it never happened again. That was all he could do.
It was one of the worst crime scenes he had ever been to. That was what Tablo kept saying over and over to himself as he walked around the body. In actuality it was the first crime scene he had ever been to. Well, except of course for the simulations that had taken place during his schooling. Why they chose today of all days to finally send him on the field, he had no clue. Maybe this was some kind of joke.
This had to be a planted “body.” Tablo laughed to himself. Of course it was a joke, it was not possible that a human could do something like this to another living, breathing, person. Tablo reached out his gloved hand and touched a portion of the leg that was a bit extended from the body. It was soft and squishy, flesh of a human. He jumped back and almost lost what little breakfast he had eaten that morning. No, it was a real body.
“I see you are being an idiot like always.” A figure emerged from the shadows and the slim figure of Kyuhyun was visible from the small amount of sunlight shining through the curtains. Tablo jumped to his feet, and pointed at him, feigning anger.
“Look here, I’m your hyung, you should show more respect.” Tablo paled a little when Kyuhyun’s cold eyes turned on his own. A shiver went down his back. No wonder they called him the Ice Prince. “So, the body was called in this morning by a maid, is that what you said?”
Kyuhyun nodded curtly. “You do have a knack for keeping up with details, Tablo-hyung.” Tablo chose to ignore the way he spit out his name like it put a disgusting taste in his mouth.
“It just doesn’t add up.” Tablo looked around the room and a few of the details stuck out like a sore thumb. The body’s hand was lying at an angle that didn’t match the way the body laid. It was as if someone had been holding the hand, and dropped it quickly.
Another thing was all of the curtains were drawn but one in the very back corner of the large bedroom. It was as if someone had looked out of the window. He noticed the handprint on the wall, he was positive the blood would match that of the poor woman lying in the floor at their feet.
“Someone was here before the maid ever approached this room.” Tablo looked at Kyuhyun as if daring him to contradict his observation.
“Yes, I could tell that the moment I walked in here.” Tablo felt his heart drop to his stomach. What a heartless boy. “The question is, who cared enough for this woman that was so distraught upon seeing her dead, left without informing a soul…”
Blood, blood, blood. Blood everywhere. Why was there so much blood? What had she done to deserve that kind of death? It was still sticky on his hands where it had dried into brown rust stains. He sighed and thought back to that night. He had walked into the room, seen her lying like that, and all the blood. So much blood.
“Why, did this happen to you, ‘Yeonie?” His agony erupted from his lips and a fresh trail of tears made their way down his already raw cheeks. There was a knock on his door and he chose to ignore the way the sound traveled through the room.
“Open the door, I know you’re home.”
The voice brought him to life for the first time since he opened TaeYeon’s bedroom door and found that her beauty had been sliced away forever. He opened his bedroom door. “What is it?” His voice was dead sounding, like all of the feeling had been sucked away from him.
“Oh God, what happened?” Micky Yoochun grabbed his hands when he saw that they were stained and looked up at him, worry in his face. “You didn’t do this to yourself, did you?” He inspected Max Changmin’s body and found that there were no inflicted wounds, and he saw Changmin’s head move from side to side. Micky stared at him, at the zombie of a person in front of him, as he turned and made his way back into the darkness of the apartment. Micky decided that he should follow, if not for the sake of his own curiosity, but also because Changmin looked as if he could fall over at any moment.
Changmin crouched down, an image of a small child, his butt on his heels, his knees bent. He wrapped his arms around his long legs and Micky wondered how in the world he could sit like that without falling over, but he managed to. Micky crouched down on the floor beside him, a little bit awkwardly, and wrapped an arm around the shaking man’s shoulders. “She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead.” Changmin sobbed into his knees and Micky froze for a second before stroking Changmin’s hair and trying to quiet him down.
“Who’s dead, Changmin?” Micky was almost afraid to hear the answer. Whoever it was caused Changmin much grief, and by the look of his hands he had been wherever she was. Micky used a little more authority in his voice. “Who’s dead, Changmin?”
“’Yeonie. ‘Yeonie’s dead. So much blood, so much blood. She’s dead, Micky, she’s dead.” Micky sat down heavily on his butt, causing Changmin to lose his balance also. Changmin fell into Micky’s chest and grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt, burying his face into it and sobbing. All Micky could hear was the sound of ocean waves, and the happy laughter of a memory that was now so far away.
“Wait, what are you saying?” Eeteuk pressed the cell phone securely on his shoulder, to free up both hands to turn the sharp corner safely. “Micky Yoochun I cannot understand a word you’re saying if you babble incoherently like that.” Eeteuk listened for a few moments before the phone fell with a thud on his lap and slid down to the floorboard of the car. He recovered quickly and pulled his car over. He retrieved the phone, and put it to his ear. “Where are you?” Eeteuk’s voice sounded alien even to him and when Micky told him his whereabouts Eeteuk nodded, forgetting that Micky could not see him. “I’ll be there soon.”
He threw the phone on the passenger seat and watched as it bounced once then settled. Eeteuk knew there were probably a dozen people he should call but he could only think of one, one that would truly care about this catastrophe. He snatched the phone back, and held the 2nd number down on his speed dial. Truly amazing that after all this time this had never changed. He was always the one Eeteuk called when he didn’t think he’d have the strength to stand. The call was answered on the second ring. He heard a breathy voice say hello and his heart sped up a little. “Kangin,” His own breathless reply was. “I need to talk to you.”
“What the fuck is your problem today?” Jessica crouched to look scornfully in the sulking face of her best friend and sighed. “What do you have to be sad about?”
He just shrugged. “I don’t know, I feel like something terrible is coming. Something that none of us will see coming and that will change us all.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Oh sure, Sungmin, like that really sounds logical. How can you be so depressed about some stupid thing that didn’t even happen?” She sighed heavily and put her hands on her hips. “I sometimes don’t even know why I’m friends with you.”
“I see we’ve eaten our bitch flakes this morning.” Heechul bounced joyfully in the room and Jessica’s grimace seemed to have gotten even sourer when her ice-cold eyes landed on his form. “Oh, it’s good to be greeted with cheerful smiles so early in the morning.”
“You dumbass, it’s almost noon.” Jessica huffed and grabbed her purse. “I’m sorry to leave so soon, I just can’t be around such sadness, it might ruin my complexion.”
“Hun, if you were worried about getting wrinkles you might want to fix that scowl on your face.” Heechul batted his eyelashes as Jessica flipped him off. “She comes equipped with lovely hand gestures too. I’m so glad we kept her all these years.” Heechul listened with glee as Jessica’s loudly stomping heels could be heard all the way down the staircase.
“Why do you have to bait her, Heechul-hyung?” Sungmin whined out the question and Heechul just shrugged.
“The same reason you act so depressed in her presence, to get rid of her of course.” Heechul smiled.
Sungmin shook his head. “It’s not an act right now. I feel like something bad has happened.” Just then Sungmin’s phone rang, filling the room with cheerful music. “Hello?” Heechul watched as Sungmin’s face paled and he grabbed the phone from Sungmin’s hand.
“What is it?” Heechul dropped the phone with a clatter and looked to Sungmin. How was this possible? “What the fuck was that?”
“TaeYeon…. TaeYeon’s…dead?” Sungmin sobbed and Heechul heard footsteps. Looking up he saw Jessica with tears in her eyes; she fell on her knees in front of them.
“Yeonie…oh Yeonie…”
It was the only words that could pass through everyone’s lips.
A/N part 2: Sorry you guys for killing off TaeYeon, I had to have an impact. It's nothing against her, she's actually one of my faves =/ I just thought that it would have the most effect over the characters...Eh anyway. Hope you liked it! Comments keep me writing (I mean, to an extent, I write because I love it) but comments keep me happy lol. Oh and it's not suppose to be scared it's scarred lol. I didn't misspell :)