Un-un-undead (Renhyuck)

Chapter 2

Renjun's right thumb pressed against the front of his throat then, abruptly cutting off his sentence; it took Donghyuck a moment to process that he hadn't finished talking out of both shock and the sudden block of airflow. Renjun's left arm and elbow dug into his chest, pushing him into an awkward position against the arm of the sofa. Renjun grinned again, this time so wide that Donghyuck nearly thought it reached his ears- although maybe it did. A mouth shouldn't have that many teeth. Eyes shouldn't be pure white.

Once his eyes widened in sudden realisation, on instinct Donghyuck took a punch at his left shoulder, then a weaker one at the right. This was apparently enough to slightly break the contact of Renjun's elbow and his chest, as he then grabbed Renjun's wrist. It twisted with a hideous crack that even made even Donghyuck bite an apology back. But an apology was unneeded; the wrist popped almost instantly back into place and made the attached hand lunge back at his throat. The attached body- creature- also stuck as close as possible to Donghyuck, who by now had swung his legs over the back of the sofa. Renjun grinned again, growling at the same time. Moss started to work its way up his collarbone, where maggots had already somehow bore a hole straight through and were feasting on his back.

"I can't say I'm too surprised," Donghyuck huffed. His eyebrows furrowed, knuckles going pale from gripping a kitchen knife.

"Then come closer," Renjun's eyes lit up. Or what was left of them anyway. His voice, whilst came out with a touch of gravel, sounded oddly like regular Renjun. "Come closer, Donghyuck."

A breath of silence, then Donghyuck muttered,

"Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"You were bullied as a kid, in pre-school," Renjun immediately replied in that same honey-sweet voice. "Spit on, kicked at, the works. Do you remember that, you baby?"

"Yeah, they called me that," Donghyuck gritted his teeth at the memories trickling back to him. By now they were so repressed, they basically didn't exist anymore. But now that Renjun mentioned it, perhaps it actually happened.

It was after this consideration, when Donghyuck recalled that he'd met Renjun well into highschool.

"Sure did."

Renjun took a step forward. His hands were presumably folded behind his back, but Donghyuck barely noticed as he stuck the end of the knife into the slowly growing maggot-hole. He twisted, like it was a key, and pulled it out with a lump of dirt falling onto the kitchen floor. Another stab, this time into the side of his neck, and an orderly line of ants crawled onto the blade. Another, and another, and another still, until Renjun's eyes reverted back to brown; more dead than he was beforehand.

Donghyuck shrugged, taking one last stab at the lower abdomen before dropping the knife in the sink. It was only now when he realised the crusted blood on his shirt sleeve, and quite liquid blood on his hands. His vision shifted back into focus, confirming that it was indeed some form of blood, and he flicked the tap onto full power until droplets splashed onto the floor.

He scrubbed his hands, twice over with three pumps of soap each time, out of a kind of silent hysteria he'd never felt. The kind of hysteria that would make him forget that there was a body on his kitchen floor, that he would have to at least move. So washing his hands had been useless.

Nonetheless, he sighed again, poking his chest just to make sure he was dead beyond a shadow of a doubt. Still. And yes, quite dead.

Donghyuck's breath quickened at this, progressing into short wails of a banshee. In the meantime, Renjun's eyes were a few chews away from gone.

And it was in the dead of night, when Donghyuck found himself taking a shovel and the scarf into the sematary once again. Perhaps it would be better this time, he murmured under his breath.

Perhaps it would be better this time, he repeated, until he wanted to scream.