Destination Desolation [1/?]
Title: Destination Desolation [1/?]
Author: undying_desire
Pairing: GTOP Seunghyun/Jiyong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, AU
Summary: Seunghyun thought he could leave his old life behind him by taking up the role of pastor at a small town church. Soon he encounters Jiyong, the son of the man involved in the last business transaction Seunghyun took part in. Skeletons have their way of showing up at the worst of times.
Disclaimer: I don't own the members of Big Bang (as much as I wish I did.) Events in this fanfic are loosely (extremely loosely) based off the music video Tell Me Goodbye which I, sadly, don't own either.
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The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence; that cliché phrase repeated itself in Seunghyun's head as did what his boss, Yang Goon, told him before he walked out the door for the last time.
Flashback
"I can't do this anymore. This job. I want a family and I can't have them in danger because of me," TOP billowed out as he slammed his fist onto the wooden desk.
"It still amuses me that you think leaving is an option." Yang Goon turned away from the window he was gazing out of and addressed the fuming child before him.
"Is that a threat?"
"TOP, you have tried to leave before. You always come back. You can run from our company but you can't escape yourself."
"People change. I can change. There's a small town out west, they are expecting a new pastor for their church in a couple of days. I will be going there, starting a new life." TOP said full of confidence.
"What do you plan to do with the pastor whose place you are assuming?" TOP could have sworn he saw Yang Goon smirk because he knew full well what TOP was planning.
TOP clinched his teeth slowly grinding them together to prevent himself from saying anything stupid. "I'm gone. You'll never hear from me again. I'm going to live a normal life after this last obstacle."
He turned away grabbing his beige trench coat off the coat hanger which stood by the door. It felt like it had taken an eternity to reach for the brass doorknob. Seunghyun was practically born and raised into this life and as much as he hated to admit it, Yang Goon was like a father to him. Like a selfish child who showed no respect to his parents, Seunghyun was now leaving his life. Leaving behind his alias as TOP. As soon as he walked out this door that part of him would be left behind.
He twisted the knob and opened his gateway to a new beginning.
"Don't forget TOP, as much as you despise it here, all the murders and torturing, it's who you are. You might think you can live a normal life over there might even trick yourself into believing you are living normally but you're different from everyone else. You prefer the beaten path to the white picket fences. You're a killer TOP. It's in your blood. You can't run from who you are."
End Flashback
Seunghyun was now driving his Buick down a dirt road that seemed to stretch towards the horizon, towards the town where he would be able to start over. Seunghyun could hear the pastor he had already nearly beat to death from the trunk. No audible sounds, just muffled and gargled attempts at speech. The gag around the man's mouth kept him from sounding human, the noises were more like a grunting pig.
The car rolled to a stop near the edge of a disastrous Hooverville. Any body found around here would be discarded without a second thought. After all, no one in these towns were important to anyone--just objects taking up space. People were found dead everyday due to sickness or a brawl over a simple meal. One more tick on the body count would mean absolutely nothing.
Seunghyun opened up the back hood and looked at the pitiful sight curled up in the fetal position. Bruises and blood decorated the face of the elderly man. His clothes, or rather the clothes Seunghyun had been wearing not long ago, were also stained with the crimson liquid. He loosened the Clerical collar from around his own neck as he looked at himself in the mirror. He pulled off the look quite well.
The slightly irritating sounds coming from the pastor alerted Seunghyun's attention back to business. The man was looking towards the sun, light, hope of freedom, even though he couldn't see it. He was blindfolded of course. Roughly, Seunghyun pulled the old man from the trunk and stood him on his feet.
"I'm going to remove the gag. If you cooperate and don't make a sound, freedom will be yours."
He undid the knot which held the gag tightly in place. The blindfold remained.
Dangerously close to the other, Seunghyun whispered icily into his ear, "Now run towards freedom." He backed up a few steps and shouted loudly at the man who stood dumbfounded, "Run!"
And the old man ran as fast as his feeble body would allow him to go. He ran along the outskirts of the Hooverville blindly. Seunghyun reached into his pocket, pulled out his good old Smith & Wesson revolver, and locked his elbows taking aim at the figure hobbling away. Bang. The muzzle flared and the body crumpled to the earth.
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Jiyong stared up at the white steeple. The cross seemed to tease the clouds, which floated nonchalantly through the blue sky. Even the sun wanted to be a part of this new building of God’s as it shined rays of light upon the surrounding area.
For now, he would be leaving behind the raging emotions that had been built up over the past week. They would be waiting for him to return. He would fully embrace them when the time came and he would take revenge against his mother's killer.
This was his escape from the growing cities, the cities which held memories of his life at home with his father and memories of his mother whom he loved. Jiyong looked towards the ground. Water brimmed his eyes from staring at the sun too long.
He had promised his mother that he would teach at a Sunday school at some point in his life. Recent events led him to decide to fulfill her last wish before Jiyong went on with his own future, a future that was quickly being shrouded with hatred.
None of that mattered right now though. He was beginning a new life in this small town and he was going to teach children at this church, teach them wholeheartedly about the one thing he never had lost faith in.
Jiyong picked up his bags and walked towards the building. A part of him was left behind. All the pain, all the anger, and all the hate that had built up within him over the past week would remain outside the church walls. Once Jiyong was finished with his mother's request, he would embrace those emotions again. He wanted revenge against his mother's killer.
Whatever it took, he would find the man even if he didn't have a single clue leading him to a certain person. . . yet.
Flashback
The phone slipped from Jiyong’s grasp as the Chief of Police told him the news.
Murder.
The word played in his mind over and over again. He knew what it meant. He had heard the word before. But never did he expect it to crawl into his own life. He was a good man that went to church, spread the word, and said his daily prayers. Not once had Jiyong doubted God’s decisions, until now.
Jiyong almost thought he had passed out because he couldn’t remember how he had ended up in the middle of the hallway. A half empty bottle of pure liquor was in his hands. He hadn’t drunk before this.
Gripping the neck of the glass bottle he lifted its lip to his and took a long swig. The taste was bitter but it numbed his feelings. It was supposed to keep him from thinking but it wasn’t working out quite as he had planned.
Correction. He thought to himself. You have drunk before. Just once. You were barely thirteen.
He didn’t want to remember. For a moment he thought maybe the devil was talking to him.
Remember after your father came home from his long workday? That day your mother wasn’t home. She left because she couldn’t take the pain anymore. She left and you were the one to have to bear the pain this time.
Jiyong leaned his head against the wall begging not to remember anything but the thoughts still came.
You could hear your father’s rage from downstairs but you stayed still like a good boy. Maybe a frightened boy. The smell had already reached you, hadn’t it? The smoke, the alcohol, and the sex. Your mother wasn’t there to take more of what your father said she deserved. After finding their room empty he came to yours. Do you remember?
He remembered. Scars reminded him. He reminded himself.
You remember.
End Flashback
Jiyong stopped his thoughts from taking him any further into the darkness. He repeated to himself that he didn’t blame his mother for this. He loved her and he took pity on her time and time again. She cared for him more than anyone else in the world. He had told her that he would be there to protect her when he was old enough.
He was packing up his belongings to go back to his hometown the very day he received the phone call. His mother was found dead.
His father as well. Murder.
Details he received later had told him she was tortured first. Most likely whoever it was that committed this crime was originally after her husband.
The promise he made to his mother was broken and it could never be fixed.
Whoever made him break this promise was going to pay.
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A/N: Okay so I'm not sure how long this fic is going to be at all. Right now I'm just going with it. I haven't even planned out a decent story line. xD There will be GTOP for sure in the later chapters though and you might be able to see how that's going to wind up happening.
If you have any comments or suggestions feel free to leave them. ^.^