Ignis 3/?
Title: Ignis /Chapter 3 - "Freedom"
Author: kaybee38
Rating: PG-15
Pairings: Minho/Onew, Taemin/Sulli, JongKey, broken!Minho/Yuri
Genre: fantasy, sci-fi, character death
Disclaimer: SHinee is owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Teneo are humans that live among us that have a genetic mutation that gives them the ability to live on indefinitely. They each have unique abilities and they don't physically age past 25. They all lead double lives since their "gifts" are a secret, some not even realizing that there are others like them. But someone has found a way to kill them. Jonghyun, with the help of a covert society has been secretly trying to warn and protect as many of his kind as he can before it's too late. Onew, Minho, Taemin and Sulli all end up joining forces with him to try to track down the killer before they can strike again. The bonds that grow between them along with their powers might be enough to save them, but the killer is closer to them than they realize.
A/N: Victoria makes an appearance and so does Key.....strap in people, cuz this is where the fun begins...
Prologue [1] [2]
Chapter 3 - "Freedom"
He stood at the entrance of the building holding two large brown paper grocery bags in his arms in the cool bright afternoon air as he fumbled around trying to reach one of his pockets. A young lady coming out of the building offered to hold the door for him as he smiled at her. She blushed as he winked and thanked her for her help. He backed his way into the next door holding it open with his foot for another tenant.
Why not return the favor right?
As he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, he couldn’t help but ponder his luck. He really didn’t think it would be this easy actually. After seeing her little demonstration in the grocery store (when she thought no one was looking), it had been pretty easy to get a job there. He knew her name from the one time they’d met at said store and he introduced himself. Two deliveries of groceries later and he had her address, floor and apartment number memorized. All he had to do was get someone to let him in, walk right up to her door and knock. She answered the door almost immediately with a friendly smile.
This was his lucky day for sure.
“Hello Tory”.
Victoria cocked her head slightly to the left as she took a moment to place the pretty smile and sparkling eyes behind perfectly styled bangs. Her eyebrows lifted to her forehead with recognition.
”Oh! Hi! You’re the guy from the grocery store right?”
“Right! How are you?”
“Fine.Thanks. But...”
Victoria looked confused as she looked at the bags in his hands.
“...I didn’t order any groceries today.”
“Oh I know.” he said flashing his best smile at her.
“Oh. You have a delivery to someone else in the building then?” Still smiling, he shook his head.
“Nope.”
Something didn’t feel right to Victoria. All the times she’d seen him at the grocery store he didn’t seem crazy. In fact, he seemed rather clumsy and normal. Endearing almost. Something in his current demeanor, not to mention his random visit made her feel uneasy and she shifted, closing the door a little and bracing her left foot against it from the inside.
“So what are you doing here?”
He decided to act before his luck ran out.
Faster than was humanly possible he was in the apartment, the door slammed shut and Victoria was sliding across the floor on her butt, feet tangled in her long broomstick skirt, the bell-sleeves of her rayon blouse fluttering. He was standing over her now. Almost in slow motion and in erie silence, the brown paper bags floated through the air to the floor on either side of his steel-toe Dr. Maartens, revealing two clear glass bottles of what looked like water but Victoria wasn't sure of anything at this point, her heart felt like it was beating in her ears.
She glanced at the bedroom door wondering how she could send a warning without diverting his attention. From her vantage point she could see that the edges of his pants were stuffed into his lace up combat boots and taped around the top with black tape like the military. He seemed to have on some type of matching fitted hoodie , his clothes were either bark blue or black, she couldn’t tell. His facade showed neither anger nor hatred however. He actually looked..well…nice. Under different circumstances, she would have found his feline eyes, smooth pretty skin and pouty smirk attractive. But not today.
Today he was terrifying.
She sensed that she didn’t have much time and decided to force his hand.
Electricity ran through her as her head whipped to the right and she spun away from him and up off of the floor to her knees in one smooth motion, her arms in front of her. Before he could react, something heavy and solid hit his left arm....hard. The bottle dropped from his left hand and shattered before he even realized what hit him.
A waffle iron?
He thanked his quick reflexes as he instinctively bent one knee crouching low to the floor. His other leg shot straight out the side, his right boot pushing along the hardwood, gracefully balancing him like a dancer. He had narrowly missed being decapitated by a frying pan lid.
“Your telekinesis is better than I thought Tory.”
The man was chuckling to himself as a pungent smell filled the air. He savored the aroma as he closed his eyes a moment. It was like perfume to him.
“What do you want?!” Victoria yelled, she hoped to get someone, anyone’s attention by raising her voice.
When his eyes snapped open her hands were in front of her; it was as if she was pulling some invisible string towards her as the fridge started shaking violently and it’s contents started to spill out as its door swung open in Victoria’s desperate attempt to free the appliance from it’s tight cavity next to the stove. What is that smell?
“What do I want?”
They both got up off the floor simultaneously. He stepped back and removed the cork of the second bottle with his teeth as her eyes snapped to the right; she made a split second decision to change her focus. Victoria felt the familiar feeling of electricity running through her veins once again as she shook her hair from her face, curled her fingers in front of her almost to fists and swept her arms around herself stopping abruptly only to splay her fingers taught in the direction of her attacker. Her eyes narrowed with sheer concentration as she focused on her target.
He froze in place as no less than 8 cooking knives of varying sizes, shapes and carving capacities surrounded him. Aimed at his forehead, temples, neck, heart, ribs, arms and even his crotch. Upon surveying the placement of the butcher knife right above his jewels he had to laugh at the image.
Victoria smirked as her courage grew. She had the upper hand now.
“Who are you?! What do you want?! I’m not asking you again!” He laughed at her.
Or rather he giggled.
Victoria was momentarily confused because his giggling was so sweet, childlike and disarming that for a moment it seemed as if the danger had passed and that this might actually be some kind of horrible practical joke. He looked at her, feline eyes now wet at the edges from his little fit which only ended as he started speaking.
“Why Victoria darling. I’m Key. And I 'm here to grant you your freedom.”
“You're my what?”
He smiled at her sweetly but didn’t answer as he dabbed at his eyes with the ring finger of his free hand and raked his fingers through his fringe before glancing at her feet and raising a solitary eyebrow.
Victoria looked confused for a moment, then her face paled as she glanced at her feet with the panicked realization that her socks and the bottom of her long skirt were now soaked with the liquid contents from the broken glass bottle now in shards around her. She looked back up at him quickly and silently prayed she had enough time to release the knives.
She shouldn’t have blinked.
When she opened her eyes one of his arms was completely engulfed in orange flames but neither his clothes nor his skin were burning. The shock of the image before her made her hesitate for a second too long as his other hand quickly tossed the second open bottle in her direction. It was full of more of the pungent-smelling liquid and as she turned her head as it wet her face she finally recognized the liquid as
... lighter fluid.
The last thing she heard was Key's giggle and the clatter of metal against hardwood.
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Minho felt the blood curdling scream before he heard it, and as he tried to get up from the couch, his legs gave out as he fell to the floor writhing in agony. He almost cracked his skull on the edge of the coffee table in the process. He felt as if his entire body was on fire as he blindly stared at the rug in front of him. From his near paralysis on the floor, he could see a ring under the couch that he thought he’d lost. He focused on it, the smell of carpet cleaner, and the feel of the rug’s stiff bristles on his face, anything to help him to focus on his surroundings. Desperately trying not pass out for a few minutes, Minho couldn’t differentiate the burning smell of smoke in his nostrils as his own, or that of the person he was obviously channeling.
They were close, but thankfully not close enough for him to hear their thoughts.
Relieved at that realization, he crawled to the kitchen and used one of the counter stools as leverage to drag himself up. Trying to get his bearings and catch his breath he noticed a flickering reflection of light on the glass of the wall oven. Eyes wide with fear he slowly turned and looked out his living room window.
Oh my God.
His legs still weren’t working properly as he stumbled over to the window, pressed both hands to the glass and stared in shock at the fire engulfing the apartment directly across the alley from his apartment. Memories flooded his psyche so quickly that his body reacted faster than his mind and he was confused for a moment as to why his vision blurred. It wasn’t until he rubbed both of his eyes with his fists trying to focus and saw that they were wet with his own tears that he even realized he was crying. As his vision cleared, his eyes locked set with the eyes of a panic-stricken teenage girl trying to pry a window open from the same apartment.
Yuri!
He felt like his head had just choked on his heart.
------
When Sulli finally got the bathroom window open fully she searched in vain for the man that she had just seen in the window across the alley to see if he could call for help.
But he was gone.
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A/N: Ok class so here's some more definitions for ya:
Telekinesis: (Victoria's gift) - the ability to move inanimate (and sometimes animate) objects with only the mind
Pyrokinesis: (Key's gift) - the ability to manipulate and/or create fire with the mind and control it with the body
...and Minho? Well. I'm just gonna make you wait a little bit longer before I reveal exactly what he is.
Author: kaybee38
Rating: PG-15
Pairings: Minho/Onew, Taemin/Sulli, JongKey, broken!Minho/Yuri
Genre: fantasy, sci-fi, character death
Disclaimer: SHinee is owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Teneo are humans that live among us that have a genetic mutation that gives them the ability to live on indefinitely. They each have unique abilities and they don't physically age past 25. They all lead double lives since their "gifts" are a secret, some not even realizing that there are others like them. But someone has found a way to kill them. Jonghyun, with the help of a covert society has been secretly trying to warn and protect as many of his kind as he can before it's too late. Onew, Minho, Taemin and Sulli all end up joining forces with him to try to track down the killer before they can strike again. The bonds that grow between them along with their powers might be enough to save them, but the killer is closer to them than they realize.
A/N: Victoria makes an appearance and so does Key.....strap in people, cuz this is where the fun begins...
Prologue [1] [2]
Chapter 3 - "Freedom"
He stood at the entrance of the building holding two large brown paper grocery bags in his arms in the cool bright afternoon air as he fumbled around trying to reach one of his pockets. A young lady coming out of the building offered to hold the door for him as he smiled at her. She blushed as he winked and thanked her for her help. He backed his way into the next door holding it open with his foot for another tenant.
Why not return the favor right?
As he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, he couldn’t help but ponder his luck. He really didn’t think it would be this easy actually. After seeing her little demonstration in the grocery store (when she thought no one was looking), it had been pretty easy to get a job there. He knew her name from the one time they’d met at said store and he introduced himself. Two deliveries of groceries later and he had her address, floor and apartment number memorized. All he had to do was get someone to let him in, walk right up to her door and knock. She answered the door almost immediately with a friendly smile.
This was his lucky day for sure.
“Hello Tory”.
Victoria cocked her head slightly to the left as she took a moment to place the pretty smile and sparkling eyes behind perfectly styled bangs. Her eyebrows lifted to her forehead with recognition.
”Oh! Hi! You’re the guy from the grocery store right?”
“Right! How are you?”
“Fine.Thanks. But...”
Victoria looked confused as she looked at the bags in his hands.
“...I didn’t order any groceries today.”
“Oh I know.” he said flashing his best smile at her.
“Oh. You have a delivery to someone else in the building then?” Still smiling, he shook his head.
“Nope.”
Something didn’t feel right to Victoria. All the times she’d seen him at the grocery store he didn’t seem crazy. In fact, he seemed rather clumsy and normal. Endearing almost. Something in his current demeanor, not to mention his random visit made her feel uneasy and she shifted, closing the door a little and bracing her left foot against it from the inside.
“So what are you doing here?”
He decided to act before his luck ran out.
Faster than was humanly possible he was in the apartment, the door slammed shut and Victoria was sliding across the floor on her butt, feet tangled in her long broomstick skirt, the bell-sleeves of her rayon blouse fluttering. He was standing over her now. Almost in slow motion and in erie silence, the brown paper bags floated through the air to the floor on either side of his steel-toe Dr. Maartens, revealing two clear glass bottles of what looked like water but Victoria wasn't sure of anything at this point, her heart felt like it was beating in her ears.
She glanced at the bedroom door wondering how she could send a warning without diverting his attention. From her vantage point she could see that the edges of his pants were stuffed into his lace up combat boots and taped around the top with black tape like the military. He seemed to have on some type of matching fitted hoodie , his clothes were either bark blue or black, she couldn’t tell. His facade showed neither anger nor hatred however. He actually looked..well…nice. Under different circumstances, she would have found his feline eyes, smooth pretty skin and pouty smirk attractive. But not today.
Today he was terrifying.
She sensed that she didn’t have much time and decided to force his hand.
Electricity ran through her as her head whipped to the right and she spun away from him and up off of the floor to her knees in one smooth motion, her arms in front of her. Before he could react, something heavy and solid hit his left arm....hard. The bottle dropped from his left hand and shattered before he even realized what hit him.
A waffle iron?
He thanked his quick reflexes as he instinctively bent one knee crouching low to the floor. His other leg shot straight out the side, his right boot pushing along the hardwood, gracefully balancing him like a dancer. He had narrowly missed being decapitated by a frying pan lid.
“Your telekinesis is better than I thought Tory.”
The man was chuckling to himself as a pungent smell filled the air. He savored the aroma as he closed his eyes a moment. It was like perfume to him.
“What do you want?!” Victoria yelled, she hoped to get someone, anyone’s attention by raising her voice.
When his eyes snapped open her hands were in front of her; it was as if she was pulling some invisible string towards her as the fridge started shaking violently and it’s contents started to spill out as its door swung open in Victoria’s desperate attempt to free the appliance from it’s tight cavity next to the stove. What is that smell?
“What do I want?”
They both got up off the floor simultaneously. He stepped back and removed the cork of the second bottle with his teeth as her eyes snapped to the right; she made a split second decision to change her focus. Victoria felt the familiar feeling of electricity running through her veins once again as she shook her hair from her face, curled her fingers in front of her almost to fists and swept her arms around herself stopping abruptly only to splay her fingers taught in the direction of her attacker. Her eyes narrowed with sheer concentration as she focused on her target.
He froze in place as no less than 8 cooking knives of varying sizes, shapes and carving capacities surrounded him. Aimed at his forehead, temples, neck, heart, ribs, arms and even his crotch. Upon surveying the placement of the butcher knife right above his jewels he had to laugh at the image.
Victoria smirked as her courage grew. She had the upper hand now.
“Who are you?! What do you want?! I’m not asking you again!” He laughed at her.
Or rather he giggled.
Victoria was momentarily confused because his giggling was so sweet, childlike and disarming that for a moment it seemed as if the danger had passed and that this might actually be some kind of horrible practical joke. He looked at her, feline eyes now wet at the edges from his little fit which only ended as he started speaking.
“Why Victoria darling. I’m Key. And I 'm here to grant you your freedom.”
“You're my what?”
He smiled at her sweetly but didn’t answer as he dabbed at his eyes with the ring finger of his free hand and raked his fingers through his fringe before glancing at her feet and raising a solitary eyebrow.
Victoria looked confused for a moment, then her face paled as she glanced at her feet with the panicked realization that her socks and the bottom of her long skirt were now soaked with the liquid contents from the broken glass bottle now in shards around her. She looked back up at him quickly and silently prayed she had enough time to release the knives.
She shouldn’t have blinked.
When she opened her eyes one of his arms was completely engulfed in orange flames but neither his clothes nor his skin were burning. The shock of the image before her made her hesitate for a second too long as his other hand quickly tossed the second open bottle in her direction. It was full of more of the pungent-smelling liquid and as she turned her head as it wet her face she finally recognized the liquid as
... lighter fluid.
The last thing she heard was Key's giggle and the clatter of metal against hardwood.
-------
Minho felt the blood curdling scream before he heard it, and as he tried to get up from the couch, his legs gave out as he fell to the floor writhing in agony. He almost cracked his skull on the edge of the coffee table in the process. He felt as if his entire body was on fire as he blindly stared at the rug in front of him. From his near paralysis on the floor, he could see a ring under the couch that he thought he’d lost. He focused on it, the smell of carpet cleaner, and the feel of the rug’s stiff bristles on his face, anything to help him to focus on his surroundings. Desperately trying not pass out for a few minutes, Minho couldn’t differentiate the burning smell of smoke in his nostrils as his own, or that of the person he was obviously channeling.
They were close, but thankfully not close enough for him to hear their thoughts.
Relieved at that realization, he crawled to the kitchen and used one of the counter stools as leverage to drag himself up. Trying to get his bearings and catch his breath he noticed a flickering reflection of light on the glass of the wall oven. Eyes wide with fear he slowly turned and looked out his living room window.
Oh my God.
His legs still weren’t working properly as he stumbled over to the window, pressed both hands to the glass and stared in shock at the fire engulfing the apartment directly across the alley from his apartment. Memories flooded his psyche so quickly that his body reacted faster than his mind and he was confused for a moment as to why his vision blurred. It wasn’t until he rubbed both of his eyes with his fists trying to focus and saw that they were wet with his own tears that he even realized he was crying. As his vision cleared, his eyes locked set with the eyes of a panic-stricken teenage girl trying to pry a window open from the same apartment.
Yuri!
He felt like his head had just choked on his heart.
------
When Sulli finally got the bathroom window open fully she searched in vain for the man that she had just seen in the window across the alley to see if he could call for help.
But he was gone.
---------
A/N: Ok class so here's some more definitions for ya:
Telekinesis: (Victoria's gift) - the ability to move inanimate (and sometimes animate) objects with only the mind
Pyrokinesis: (Key's gift) - the ability to manipulate and/or create fire with the mind and control it with the body
...and Minho? Well. I'm just gonna make you wait a little bit longer before I reveal exactly what he is.