Ignis 9/?
Title: Ignis /Chapter 9 - "Gifts"
Author: kaybee38
Rating: PG
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: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING UPDATES TO THIS FIC OR MY JOURNAL IN GENERAL, I THINK I'VE SOLVED THE PROBLEM. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS POST SHOWS UP ON YOUR PAGE CLOSE TO THE TIME AND DATE AT THE TOP. THANKS TO ALL MY READERS WHO ALERTED ME TO THE PROBLEM, AND TO ellie_eunnie WHO HELPED ME SOLVE IT.
Prologue [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]
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Chap. 9 - "Gifts"
Jonghyun’s eyes widened and he spilled some of his coffee as the tall young man entered the diner. Onew was still reeling from Jonghyun’s “demonstration” and the revelation that there were others out there like himself.
Needless to say, he didn’t even notice.
“New. Don’t. turn. around.”
“Why?” Onew looked frightened. What now?
“The guy from the ambulance. The patient. He’s here!”
"What? Who?.....Where?" Onew took a moment to process the information, then whirled around in the direction of Jonghyun’s gaze. He saw a tall man sitting at the counter of the diner, in khakis and an oxford, but there was a customer sitting on the stool next to him blocking the view of his face.
“Dammit! I said don’t turn around you idiot!” Jonghyun hissed before he got up and quickly went back to sit next to Onew on his side of the booth. Onew looked back at him.
“Are you sure that’s him?” Onew started to turn around in the seat again, but Jonghyun grabbed his bicep giving it a hard squeeze.
“Stop turning around! Yes I’m sure.” Jonghyun whispered.
Onew looked at him confused as Jonghyun pointed upwards in front of them. There above them in the corner of the diner where the two walls met the ceiling was a large security mirror. From there, they could see the entire counter behind them and the door. Onew squinted up at it, kicking himself for forgetting his glasses.
As the tall young man grabbed his coffee and paid Jessica, he leaned in to tell her something. As he stood up Onew knew it was him. There was no mistaking that jawline, his double adam's apple or his long torso as he bent down to eye level with the waitress speaking in hushed tones. She looked at him a bit confused, but said something back to him and resumed wiping up the counter. Then instead of walking out the front door the way he came in, the man picked up his coffee and walked back towards the kitchen.
Jonghyun and Onew looked at each other.
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As Minho sat at the counter he felt a familiar buzzing in head and his eyes involuntarily blinked rapidly briefly. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to focus on the waves of consciousness gliding over him and let it guide his thoughts. He didn't want to overreact, so he had to be sure.
the guy from the ambulance.the patient.he’s here!where?are you sure?it can't be.find out how he healed.yes that's him.not gonna get away this time...
His large eyes flew open as he heard their entire conversation in his mind. He recognized the two voices as ones from the ambulance that night. He knew he had to act quickly, so he tried to look as calm as possible.
“Hey. You ok?”
Apparently, he had failed miserably as Jessica appeared in front of him, looking concerned.
“Oh yes. I’m fine.”
Looking into her eyes, Minho leaned in as he put the money for the coffee in Jessica’s hand, letting his fingertips linger on her palm for a moment.
“Jessica I’m leaving now, and I’m going out the back door. You think I went to the restroom.”
Jessica’s eyes widened for a moment as she stopped blinking. She nodded slowly.
“Ok.”
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When the waitress passed by their table, Jonghyun stopped her.
“Excuse me. The man you were just talking to, I think he’s a friend of mine, do you know where he went?”
“You mean Minho? Oh he’s in the restroom.”
“Minho, yes, that's him. Thanks, where is it?” Jonghyun was standing now.
“Make a right at the kitchen and go straight back, you can’t miss it.”
She tilted her head in the direction he should go since her hands were full with plates of food for the patrons waiting in the booth around the counter from them.
“Thanks.”
Jonghyun turned back to Onew.
“I’ll be right back, don’t GO anywhere.”
Onew nodded absently and picked up a piece of chicken and tried to eat it, but after a couple of bites, he knew he couldn’t finish and resigned himself to pushing food around on his plate.
He’d lost his appetite the moment Jonghyun had stabbed himself in the hand.
He wondered for a moment how many people out there had "gifts' like him and Jonghyun. How long had Jonghyun known about him? Was the tall young man from the ambulance Teneo as Jonghyun had explained as well? Onew made a mental note to ask Jonghyun all of the above as soon as he could.
"Min-ho." Onew said the word slowly, looking to the ceiling as if seeing it written there might help him commit it to memory. He wondered what Jonghyun was going to do when he caught up to him. Onew wondered himself, what he might say.
When Jonghyun reached the bathroom it was empty. There were only two stalls and two urinals and he even bent down to see if he could see feet. Nothing. As he left the bathroom the door to the alley was just closing, but when he opened it and looked around, he just saw the back of a busboy dragging two large trash bags behind him to the dumpster.
“Let’s go.” Jonghyun said as he tossed some money on the table. Onew was a bit confused.
“Where?”
“He’s gone again. I’m not going to lose him twice.”
“Wait”. Onew stood up slowly, brows furrowed, he had a theory as to why Jonghyun wanted to get to Minho so badly. And how to find him.
“I have an idea.”
Jonghyun's large eyes narrowed as he stared as his friend.
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Minho ran out the back door of the diner almost knocking over a bus boy having a smoke as he tripped over two large trash bags. He yelled apologies over his shoulder and didn't stop until the edge of the alley. With his chest flush to the wall, he peeked around the corner and seeing the coast was clear, he bolted across the street, hung a left, ducked into the alley and back to the store. The moment he was inside he put up the little red and white “Sorry We’re Closed” sign and turned off the lights.
He absently swiped at the stain on his pants the coffee made when he dropped his cup in the alley. He was wide awake with adrenaline at this point, rendering the stimulant no longer necessary. Minho raked his long fingers across the stubble on his cheeks with his other hand as he paced the floor trying to come up with a plan. He figured if the two EMTs from the diner had been paying attention they’d be out looking for him in the next 5 minutes or so. He was too far away to hear or control their thoughts, but if it came down to it, he knew he had one weapon in his arsenal that they would be powerless against.
He was just hoping he wouldn’t have to use it.
He peered out into the alley, but didn’t see them. He opened the door to the shop slowly and took a breath.
Still nothing.
With a sigh he slipped out, turned and put the key in the lock.
Then he felt it.
Minho couldn’t respond fast enough. Instantly, his arm was painfully twisted up behind his back, a hand was covering his mouth, and his whole body was shoved into the glass door pinning his other hand between the metal key and his chest. He winced in pain as he felt a warm trickle make it’s way down the side of his hand as a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
“Hello handsome.”
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The busboy cocked his head and squinted, sucking in his cheeks deeply as he took a long drag and observed the antics of the tall lanky young man that practically flattened him moments before. He had just ran down the alley and paused at the corner before continuing on. As he finished his cigarette, he flung it across the alley and straightened his spine just as the back door flung open with a bang slamming against the brick wall revealing an aggravated, portly middle-aged man, the diner owner, Mr. Son.
“We don’t pay you to smoke Kim, we pay you to wash dishes.” He gestured to the two garbage bags at his feet, with a sausage-shaped finger, ”…now put that shit in the dumpster and get your ass back in here and get to work.” Metal on metal echoed down the alley as the door was slammed shut again.
The busboy rolled his eyes and ran his fingers across the shaved part of his head before pulling a box of Lucky Strike’s from his front apron pocket and tapping it on his wrist a few times. Two slender fingers pulled out another cigarette and placed the lucy between his lips. With a smirk he pointed an index finger skyward, as a small flame lapped around it like a vine.
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A/N: I know this chapter is kinda short, but things are heating up right? (No pun intended). Onew's power will be revealed soon! In the meantime. Here's my interpretation of Key's character and his pyrokinesis. (I manipulated Key's photo, existing vectors, fire and light in Photoshop. Cuz Unnie can't draw). Thank you to stjoan4eva for helping to beta my art! LOL! And thanks to ellie_eunnie and kinnosuikazura for encouraging me to post over at shawol_fanart. And start a page over at deviantart. Remember. If anyone else out there is inspired to create art for this fic, lemme know and I'll post it with future Chapters! Thanks for reading and as always comments make me happy!
CLICK HERE TO SEE THIS IMAGE LARGER
Author: kaybee38
Rating: PG
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: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING UPDATES TO THIS FIC OR MY JOURNAL IN GENERAL, I THINK I'VE SOLVED THE PROBLEM. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS POST SHOWS UP ON YOUR PAGE CLOSE TO THE TIME AND DATE AT THE TOP. THANKS TO ALL MY READERS WHO ALERTED ME TO THE PROBLEM, AND TO ellie_eunnie WHO HELPED ME SOLVE IT.
Prologue [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]
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Chap. 9 - "Gifts"
Jonghyun’s eyes widened and he spilled some of his coffee as the tall young man entered the diner. Onew was still reeling from Jonghyun’s “demonstration” and the revelation that there were others out there like himself.
Needless to say, he didn’t even notice.
“New. Don’t. turn. around.”
“Why?” Onew looked frightened. What now?
“The guy from the ambulance. The patient. He’s here!”
"What? Who?.....Where?" Onew took a moment to process the information, then whirled around in the direction of Jonghyun’s gaze. He saw a tall man sitting at the counter of the diner, in khakis and an oxford, but there was a customer sitting on the stool next to him blocking the view of his face.
“Dammit! I said don’t turn around you idiot!” Jonghyun hissed before he got up and quickly went back to sit next to Onew on his side of the booth. Onew looked back at him.
“Are you sure that’s him?” Onew started to turn around in the seat again, but Jonghyun grabbed his bicep giving it a hard squeeze.
“Stop turning around! Yes I’m sure.” Jonghyun whispered.
Onew looked at him confused as Jonghyun pointed upwards in front of them. There above them in the corner of the diner where the two walls met the ceiling was a large security mirror. From there, they could see the entire counter behind them and the door. Onew squinted up at it, kicking himself for forgetting his glasses.
As the tall young man grabbed his coffee and paid Jessica, he leaned in to tell her something. As he stood up Onew knew it was him. There was no mistaking that jawline, his double adam's apple or his long torso as he bent down to eye level with the waitress speaking in hushed tones. She looked at him a bit confused, but said something back to him and resumed wiping up the counter. Then instead of walking out the front door the way he came in, the man picked up his coffee and walked back towards the kitchen.
Jonghyun and Onew looked at each other.
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As Minho sat at the counter he felt a familiar buzzing in head and his eyes involuntarily blinked rapidly briefly. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to focus on the waves of consciousness gliding over him and let it guide his thoughts. He didn't want to overreact, so he had to be sure.
the guy from the ambulance.the patient.he’s here!where?are you sure?it can't be.find out how he healed.yes that's him.not gonna get away this time...
His large eyes flew open as he heard their entire conversation in his mind. He recognized the two voices as ones from the ambulance that night. He knew he had to act quickly, so he tried to look as calm as possible.
“Hey. You ok?”
Apparently, he had failed miserably as Jessica appeared in front of him, looking concerned.
“Oh yes. I’m fine.”
Looking into her eyes, Minho leaned in as he put the money for the coffee in Jessica’s hand, letting his fingertips linger on her palm for a moment.
“Jessica I’m leaving now, and I’m going out the back door. You think I went to the restroom.”
Jessica’s eyes widened for a moment as she stopped blinking. She nodded slowly.
“Ok.”
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When the waitress passed by their table, Jonghyun stopped her.
“Excuse me. The man you were just talking to, I think he’s a friend of mine, do you know where he went?”
“You mean Minho? Oh he’s in the restroom.”
“Minho, yes, that's him. Thanks, where is it?” Jonghyun was standing now.
“Make a right at the kitchen and go straight back, you can’t miss it.”
She tilted her head in the direction he should go since her hands were full with plates of food for the patrons waiting in the booth around the counter from them.
“Thanks.”
Jonghyun turned back to Onew.
“I’ll be right back, don’t GO anywhere.”
Onew nodded absently and picked up a piece of chicken and tried to eat it, but after a couple of bites, he knew he couldn’t finish and resigned himself to pushing food around on his plate.
He’d lost his appetite the moment Jonghyun had stabbed himself in the hand.
He wondered for a moment how many people out there had "gifts' like him and Jonghyun. How long had Jonghyun known about him? Was the tall young man from the ambulance Teneo as Jonghyun had explained as well? Onew made a mental note to ask Jonghyun all of the above as soon as he could.
"Min-ho." Onew said the word slowly, looking to the ceiling as if seeing it written there might help him commit it to memory. He wondered what Jonghyun was going to do when he caught up to him. Onew wondered himself, what he might say.
When Jonghyun reached the bathroom it was empty. There were only two stalls and two urinals and he even bent down to see if he could see feet. Nothing. As he left the bathroom the door to the alley was just closing, but when he opened it and looked around, he just saw the back of a busboy dragging two large trash bags behind him to the dumpster.
“Let’s go.” Jonghyun said as he tossed some money on the table. Onew was a bit confused.
“Where?”
“He’s gone again. I’m not going to lose him twice.”
“Wait”. Onew stood up slowly, brows furrowed, he had a theory as to why Jonghyun wanted to get to Minho so badly. And how to find him.
“I have an idea.”
Jonghyun's large eyes narrowed as he stared as his friend.
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Minho ran out the back door of the diner almost knocking over a bus boy having a smoke as he tripped over two large trash bags. He yelled apologies over his shoulder and didn't stop until the edge of the alley. With his chest flush to the wall, he peeked around the corner and seeing the coast was clear, he bolted across the street, hung a left, ducked into the alley and back to the store. The moment he was inside he put up the little red and white “Sorry We’re Closed” sign and turned off the lights.
He absently swiped at the stain on his pants the coffee made when he dropped his cup in the alley. He was wide awake with adrenaline at this point, rendering the stimulant no longer necessary. Minho raked his long fingers across the stubble on his cheeks with his other hand as he paced the floor trying to come up with a plan. He figured if the two EMTs from the diner had been paying attention they’d be out looking for him in the next 5 minutes or so. He was too far away to hear or control their thoughts, but if it came down to it, he knew he had one weapon in his arsenal that they would be powerless against.
He was just hoping he wouldn’t have to use it.
He peered out into the alley, but didn’t see them. He opened the door to the shop slowly and took a breath.
Still nothing.
With a sigh he slipped out, turned and put the key in the lock.
Then he felt it.
Minho couldn’t respond fast enough. Instantly, his arm was painfully twisted up behind his back, a hand was covering his mouth, and his whole body was shoved into the glass door pinning his other hand between the metal key and his chest. He winced in pain as he felt a warm trickle make it’s way down the side of his hand as a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
“Hello handsome.”
----------------------------
The busboy cocked his head and squinted, sucking in his cheeks deeply as he took a long drag and observed the antics of the tall lanky young man that practically flattened him moments before. He had just ran down the alley and paused at the corner before continuing on. As he finished his cigarette, he flung it across the alley and straightened his spine just as the back door flung open with a bang slamming against the brick wall revealing an aggravated, portly middle-aged man, the diner owner, Mr. Son.
“We don’t pay you to smoke Kim, we pay you to wash dishes.” He gestured to the two garbage bags at his feet, with a sausage-shaped finger, ”…now put that shit in the dumpster and get your ass back in here and get to work.” Metal on metal echoed down the alley as the door was slammed shut again.
The busboy rolled his eyes and ran his fingers across the shaved part of his head before pulling a box of Lucky Strike’s from his front apron pocket and tapping it on his wrist a few times. Two slender fingers pulled out another cigarette and placed the lucy between his lips. With a smirk he pointed an index finger skyward, as a small flame lapped around it like a vine.
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A/N: I know this chapter is kinda short, but things are heating up right? (No pun intended). Onew's power will be revealed soon! In the meantime. Here's my interpretation of Key's character and his pyrokinesis. (I manipulated Key's photo, existing vectors, fire and light in Photoshop. Cuz Unnie can't draw). Thank you to stjoan4eva for helping to beta my art! LOL! And thanks to ellie_eunnie and kinnosuikazura for encouraging me to post over at shawol_fanart. And start a page over at deviantart. Remember. If anyone else out there is inspired to create art for this fic, lemme know and I'll post it with future Chapters! Thanks for reading and as always comments make me happy!
CLICK HERE TO SEE THIS IMAGE LARGER