His Voice (1/?)
Title: His Voice (1/?)
Pairing: Onkey, HyunMin (ot5 appearance)
Rating: PG-13 (for violence. but that's about it)
Summary: Key can't get his voice out of his head.
Disclaimer: My story, my idea...sadly, not my boys T_T
"Please stop...please stop...please, just let me go."
Tears streamed down his face, one little drop after another. They dotted his bright shirt with wet spots, eventually merging together to form a huge dark blob above his heart.
Key clenched down on his arm to keep in the whimpers, to contain the massive scream threatening to break free. Unable to handle it, Key grabbed his hair and tugged, burning his scalp- but this was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what raged inside of him. He had never felt this way before...wanting to die, to keep out this feeling...to keep out that voice...but he was addicted to it. Hopelessly and utterly in love with it.
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[10 years ago]
Eight-year-old Kim Kibum sat kneeling near the wire-fence. The sun beat down on his little frame, causing droplets of sweat to drench his simple brown robe. He could feel a sunburn beginning to appear on his neck, as well as one across his high cheeks. Grimacing, Kibum shifted his weight slightly, so as to ease the numbing sensation in his legs. It must have been hours since Kibum had first begun his punishment.
And it'll probably last longer, knowing them, Kibum unconsciously thought. There was no such as an easy punishment here; everything was designed to test the individual to his or her maximum capacity. He remembered hearing about the kid in Bunk 5D who had been submerged under water for minutes at a time, and then resuscitated over and over again. It was like being killed and brought back to life, numerous times.
Compared to that kid, I've got it easy, Kibum realized. Sighing slightly, he remained unmoving in his position, and entertained himself by counting the number of wire links on the fence.
Three days later (twelve million, one hundred forty-one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-nine links later, Kibum thinks), a sentry came over and nudged the small child.
"The General wants you now," the guard mumbled. Kibum croaked out a groan and attempted to get up. His frail legs gave out, causing him to fall over and crumble in the dust. Three days of no food and water had reduced him to a weak figure of skin and bones.
"If you don't go now, the General will only prolong your punishment," the indifferent sentry added. Kibum clenched his teeth and dug his small fingers into the pale dirt. Clawing at the ground, he raised himself enough to grab the fence and stand partially. Nodding in satisfaction, the sentry tugged on Kibum's arm and led him away.
After undergoing a maze of cinderblock halls with green lighting, Kibum finally entered a dark room. He blinked his weary eyes as a bright light shined down on the center of the room, illuminating a seemingly harmless object- a single chair. Two men in scrubs and face masks turned to look at Kibum. Wires, humming machines, and needles surrounded the two men.
Panic shot through Kibum's mind, and he immediately turned for the door. The guard grasped the young boy's arm and slammed him into the chair, strapping him down by the wrists and ankles. As he tugged on the metal loops, Kibum felt little wires being hooked up across his body. A blinding light filled the room, revealing it to be a white block with a single window opposite to Kibum. What he saw through the window made his blood run cold- the General.
*Flashback-
One year ago* "Hey, it's your first day here too?" a young boy with messy brown hair and wearing a brown robe grinned at him. Kibum returned the smile and offered a small nod. He tugged his suitcase into the dorm, and immediately settled on the remaining bunk near the window. Sighing, he swung his feet, grimacing at how far his legs seemed to be from the ground. Kibum looked up to see the other boy looking at him.
"Kim Kibum," he greeted, peeking at the boy through his bangs. The other laughed- it was bright and loud, something like a dog's bark.
"JongHyun. Kim JongHyun. Ha, we must be related or something," he laughed. Kibum let out a small giggle in response.
"So, how'd you end up here?" JongHyun continued, bouncing on Kibum's bunk. "I got picked up from an orphanage in Jeju island."
Kibum blinked his large eyes. "Um, my parents sent me here because they said it was a good private school," he meekly replied. He was having second doubts about this place now.
JongHyun gave another laugh and turned to face Kibum. He was smiling, but sympathy radiated from his eyes. "Well, they lied," JongHyun replied. Kibum's mouth ran dry. "This isn't a school."
Slowly, Kibum recalled the small things he had overlooked on the way to this "school." The entire area had been barricaded by tall wire-linked fences that seemed to stretch for miles on end. Men in guard attire stood every few feet, and watch towers surrounded the landscape. Kibum remembered passing by at least twenty security cameras on his way in, and being checked by guards at seven different checkpoints. If anything, this place seemed like a prison more than a classy private school. But, everything within the building seemed relatively fine. Sure, the rooms were a bit too white for his taste...and the lighting was too bright, but Kibum assumed that was part of the school's policy. What else was a seven year old's mind supposed to assume?
"What?" Kibum whispered. "What is this place?" JongHyun glanced around him and edged closer to the younger child. "You ever heard of the KA's?" he murmured in a low voice. Kibum shook his head.
"It's a society of notorious assassins, feared around the world. They're especially effective because of one aspect- they're kids. No one can stand to hurt a child, and in that split second, when someone restrains from shooting a kid, BAM! They're dead. And guess what? We're those kids." JongHyun let the words sink in in Kibum's head. As terrified as he was, Kibum felt a whirl of excitement fill his body. It wasn't everyday that you got to be part of a nortorious gang, and an assassin at that. Kibum briefly imagined himself in a ninja costume, weilding a sword and jumping along buildings. This seemed much better than a school.
"So, we're the good guys?" Kibum asked, eyes beaming bright. JongHyun smiled wryly at his enthusiasm. If only he knew what he was getting into, the older thought.
"Kibum," JongHyun said seriously. "Here, there are no good or bad guys. We kill everyone. Actually, no. We kill kids...people our age."
There was a silence in the room. Only Kibum's light breathing could be heard under the gentle whir of the fan. He nervously glanced around the room, unable to comprehend it all. How had his new school year started off like this, at an academy to train kids for killing...other kids. As he continued to gaze around the room, Kibum's face turned into a pout as he observed JongHyun's arms. The elder's thin limbs were littered with many red splotches, angry welts and heavy purple bruises covering his skin. JongHyun followed his gaze and gave him another rueful grin.
"Rule number one at KA Academy," he said. "Never, never, disobey the General."
Pairing: Onkey, HyunMin (ot5 appearance)
Rating: PG-13 (for violence. but that's about it)
Summary: Key can't get his voice out of his head.
Disclaimer: My story, my idea...sadly, not my boys T_T
"Please stop...please stop...please, just let me go."
Tears streamed down his face, one little drop after another. They dotted his bright shirt with wet spots, eventually merging together to form a huge dark blob above his heart.
Key clenched down on his arm to keep in the whimpers, to contain the massive scream threatening to break free. Unable to handle it, Key grabbed his hair and tugged, burning his scalp- but this was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what raged inside of him. He had never felt this way before...wanting to die, to keep out this feeling...to keep out that voice...but he was addicted to it. Hopelessly and utterly in love with it.
===================================================================================
[10 years ago]
Eight-year-old Kim Kibum sat kneeling near the wire-fence. The sun beat down on his little frame, causing droplets of sweat to drench his simple brown robe. He could feel a sunburn beginning to appear on his neck, as well as one across his high cheeks. Grimacing, Kibum shifted his weight slightly, so as to ease the numbing sensation in his legs. It must have been hours since Kibum had first begun his punishment.
And it'll probably last longer, knowing them, Kibum unconsciously thought. There was no such as an easy punishment here; everything was designed to test the individual to his or her maximum capacity. He remembered hearing about the kid in Bunk 5D who had been submerged under water for minutes at a time, and then resuscitated over and over again. It was like being killed and brought back to life, numerous times.
Compared to that kid, I've got it easy, Kibum realized. Sighing slightly, he remained unmoving in his position, and entertained himself by counting the number of wire links on the fence.
Three days later (twelve million, one hundred forty-one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-nine links later, Kibum thinks), a sentry came over and nudged the small child.
"The General wants you now," the guard mumbled. Kibum croaked out a groan and attempted to get up. His frail legs gave out, causing him to fall over and crumble in the dust. Three days of no food and water had reduced him to a weak figure of skin and bones.
"If you don't go now, the General will only prolong your punishment," the indifferent sentry added. Kibum clenched his teeth and dug his small fingers into the pale dirt. Clawing at the ground, he raised himself enough to grab the fence and stand partially. Nodding in satisfaction, the sentry tugged on Kibum's arm and led him away.
After undergoing a maze of cinderblock halls with green lighting, Kibum finally entered a dark room. He blinked his weary eyes as a bright light shined down on the center of the room, illuminating a seemingly harmless object- a single chair. Two men in scrubs and face masks turned to look at Kibum. Wires, humming machines, and needles surrounded the two men.
Panic shot through Kibum's mind, and he immediately turned for the door. The guard grasped the young boy's arm and slammed him into the chair, strapping him down by the wrists and ankles. As he tugged on the metal loops, Kibum felt little wires being hooked up across his body. A blinding light filled the room, revealing it to be a white block with a single window opposite to Kibum. What he saw through the window made his blood run cold- the General.
*Flashback-
One year ago* "Hey, it's your first day here too?" a young boy with messy brown hair and wearing a brown robe grinned at him. Kibum returned the smile and offered a small nod. He tugged his suitcase into the dorm, and immediately settled on the remaining bunk near the window. Sighing, he swung his feet, grimacing at how far his legs seemed to be from the ground. Kibum looked up to see the other boy looking at him.
"Kim Kibum," he greeted, peeking at the boy through his bangs. The other laughed- it was bright and loud, something like a dog's bark.
"JongHyun. Kim JongHyun. Ha, we must be related or something," he laughed. Kibum let out a small giggle in response.
"So, how'd you end up here?" JongHyun continued, bouncing on Kibum's bunk. "I got picked up from an orphanage in Jeju island."
Kibum blinked his large eyes. "Um, my parents sent me here because they said it was a good private school," he meekly replied. He was having second doubts about this place now.
JongHyun gave another laugh and turned to face Kibum. He was smiling, but sympathy radiated from his eyes. "Well, they lied," JongHyun replied. Kibum's mouth ran dry. "This isn't a school."
Slowly, Kibum recalled the small things he had overlooked on the way to this "school." The entire area had been barricaded by tall wire-linked fences that seemed to stretch for miles on end. Men in guard attire stood every few feet, and watch towers surrounded the landscape. Kibum remembered passing by at least twenty security cameras on his way in, and being checked by guards at seven different checkpoints. If anything, this place seemed like a prison more than a classy private school. But, everything within the building seemed relatively fine. Sure, the rooms were a bit too white for his taste...and the lighting was too bright, but Kibum assumed that was part of the school's policy. What else was a seven year old's mind supposed to assume?
"What?" Kibum whispered. "What is this place?" JongHyun glanced around him and edged closer to the younger child. "You ever heard of the KA's?" he murmured in a low voice. Kibum shook his head.
"It's a society of notorious assassins, feared around the world. They're especially effective because of one aspect- they're kids. No one can stand to hurt a child, and in that split second, when someone restrains from shooting a kid, BAM! They're dead. And guess what? We're those kids." JongHyun let the words sink in in Kibum's head. As terrified as he was, Kibum felt a whirl of excitement fill his body. It wasn't everyday that you got to be part of a nortorious gang, and an assassin at that. Kibum briefly imagined himself in a ninja costume, weilding a sword and jumping along buildings. This seemed much better than a school.
"So, we're the good guys?" Kibum asked, eyes beaming bright. JongHyun smiled wryly at his enthusiasm. If only he knew what he was getting into, the older thought.
"Kibum," JongHyun said seriously. "Here, there are no good or bad guys. We kill everyone. Actually, no. We kill kids...people our age."
There was a silence in the room. Only Kibum's light breathing could be heard under the gentle whir of the fan. He nervously glanced around the room, unable to comprehend it all. How had his new school year started off like this, at an academy to train kids for killing...other kids. As he continued to gaze around the room, Kibum's face turned into a pout as he observed JongHyun's arms. The elder's thin limbs were littered with many red splotches, angry welts and heavy purple bruises covering his skin. JongHyun followed his gaze and gave him another rueful grin.
"Rule number one at KA Academy," he said. "Never, never, disobey the General."