Silent Maze of Hide and Seek- Chapter 3a

[takelo14]

Title: Silent Maze of Hide and Seek
Author: takelo14
Pairing: Yunjae
Length: (3a/8)
Genre: Horror, Angst, possible death
Rating: PG 13
Warning: (in later chapters) Violence, Gore, Sexual Content

Summary: Yunho is in a living nightmare. Will he be able to get out?...

A/N: everyone, please READ and COMMENT!!! <3 thank u so much *bows*

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Silent Maze of Hide and Seek
Chapter 3a
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Yunho stumbled forward, his weight shifting around unsteadily. His vision was blurry as tears filled his eyes. His emotions were everywhere; his mind froze as he took in the scene unfolding in front of him.

There he was, lying on the floor, blood spilling freely from a wound on his side. The metallic liquid was pooled under his porcelain body. Yunho knelt down, trembling as he reached out to his boyfriend's battered body.

Violent sobs wrecked his chest when his fingers lightly stroked the bloodied flesh. Yunho curled his arms around the other, cradling the small body in his strong arms. He rested his head on top of the silky raven hair while holding them together tightly.

He cupped Jaejoong's cheeks, tilting his face up. He could still see traces of pain painted on his features. Dry tear marks were visible in the dim light.

"J-Jaejoong-ah." His voice quivered, "What have I've done to you..." Yunho felt his heart shatter when Jaejoong started whimpering in pain. I'm the cause of his suffering, if only I known sooner that- He started to caress Jaejoong's paling face, holding the fragile body close to his heart.

If only he had known the doll represented Jaejoong.

His eyes slipped closed as darkness found him once more.

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Inside the shed was just as old and messy as it looked on the outside. Layers of dust had gathered over the time, successfully covering everything in sight. The small boy stifled a cry when he was roughly pushed to the wall, his back colliding with a shelf behind him. He dropped to his knees, and grabbed the man's leg and started crying. Words flowed out of the boy's lips, barely coherent enough to understand.

"N-no, please, d-don't do th-this to him!" His pleas were left unheard as the man loosed the boy's grip from his leg and started to yell at the small figure.

"SHUT UP!" The man was furious, throwing the boy sobbing on the floor death glares. He walked over to a metal toolbox at the back of the room, lifting it up and took it back to the center of the shed. A large metallic bed was at the center, a dim light bulb hanging above it. He set the box on the medical surgery table next to the bed; he started to rummage through the surgical tools, looking for one in particular.

The boy in the corner however was still, shaking. He wanted to yell at the man to stop this madness. To not do anything to the poor teenager who had stumbled upon the shed. He hugged his knees to his chest when he heard a racket going on outside the small hide-out.

Then, in came the man with the helpless teen, horrified beyond words. The man knocked the young man out, delivering a heavy blow to his head. The teen was dragged to the table, and thrown on it without mercy.

"Get over here." The man spoke with a spooky amount of coldness to his tone of voice. The small boy shook his head, tears streaming down his small face. He could tell the man had lost his patience when he advanced towards the crouching boy. He grabbed the boy by his arm, forcefully pulling the other behind him.

"You will do as I tell you." He spoke, taking out a scalpel out of the tool box. He turned around facing the terrified little boy as he silently threatened him, showing the other what could happen if he dare defy him.

The boy's hand quivered when a syringe was placed in his sweaty palms, his dry throat irritating him. He stood silently next to the unconscious teen on the metal table. His hand hovered over an artery, hesitating as he paused to stare at the face of the sleeping boy.

Without warning, the man pushed the small hand downward, causing the needle to plunge into the artery. He pressed down on the boy's hand, letting the substance in the syringe to enter the teen's blood. The little boy watched in horror as the teen's muscles convulsed. Tears once again streamed down his face, small sobs wrecking his body.

The man patted the boy's head, smiling proudly as he watched the dying body.

"Good job my son. You did well."

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Yunho's eyes fluttered open. His back was sore, and his surroundings were cold. He looked around, his vision still blurry from the sleep. Yunho's brain suddenly shifted to working gear as his breathing quickened. His hands blindly searched the darkness, praying to god to feel the warm body of his boyfriend.

When he was met with emptiness, Yunho felt his stomach drop. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying hard to keep himself together. He had no idea what has happened to his love, and the possibilities were scaring him. His head snapped up when he heard the dreaded voice again.

"I see you're not feeling so hot." A chuckle echoed through the chilly air as Yunho gritted his teeth in anger. He bit back harsh retorts as he listened to the voice.

"Don't worry... He's not dead..." Yunho let out a sigh of relief, "Yet. It's time to choose a new door, you'd better hurry. You don't want me to take my anger out on a certain raven haired beauty, now do you?"

Yunho gingerly got to his feet, swaying slightly as he took careful steps forward. He spotted a small light bulb lighting his path. He immediately recognized that he was in fact entering the circular room once again. He studied the name plates of the remaining doors.

Yunho walked towards the one labeled 'Mirror' hesitantly. he had no idea if he was going to inflict more pain on Jaejoong again or not. For this reason, he picked the least harmful sounding one.

Slowly, opened the wooden door, stepped into darkness for the nth time in god knows how long he's been there.

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When he came to, Jaejoong realized that he was in no dream. The pain and damage that had been inflicted upon him was indeed reality. He felt utterly alone as laid there, without a single soul in sight.

That’s right... He thought bitterly.

I'm buried in a grave after all...

~TBC~

A/N: i dont even know when i typed this up, it kinda just flowed together like this, but it took a lot of hard work though =_="

so, how did you guys like this? the memories will be revealed in about 1 or 2 chapters. so be patient please!

Notice: ummm, i dont think that this fic will have a happy ending. i dont know how you guys will react to that. but, its gonna be like a HORROR ending, so it wont be your average one-of-them or both die kind of unhappy ending. but unlike 'the warrior elite', i dont have everything in between all figured out. so wish me luck >///<

any ways, i hope everyone who read this comments ^^ they make me really happy!

P.S. im sooooo sorry for the extremely short chapter T_T thats why this is 3a not chapter 3, i'll update the next part next weekend with 'the warrior elite'  ^^

thanks <3