The Last Ones

4 ~ Arrival ~

It was dark, to say the least. He felt himself rocking side to side. He was definitely in a carriage of some sort. Groaning, he sat up and opened his eyes. His head was pounding. He tried to bring his hands up to soothe the headache but felt them restrained to his side by some rope.

"Wow, just great." He mumbled to himself. Hoseok glanced up and realized he wasn't alone. In front of him sat a royal guard, and behind them, he could see another two guards through the window. They were most likely the ones steering the carriage.

The guard across from him kept staring, a weird look on their face. Hoseok took notice of this and glared at them. "Take a picture; it'll last longer." It was a saying he would always tell his friends, especially Seokjin when they were in a meeting; the latter would always stare at him in confusion whenever Hoseok was going over plans.

The guard slapped Hoseok. He tried to hide his wince. In no scenario would he look weak in front of some petty guards. "Damn, you guards can't even take a joke. "

"This is not a joking matter. You are on your way to the palace. I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you." They growled, clearly annoyed.

Hoseok laughed. "Why on earth are we going to the palace? Did your king finally get scared of the potential us half-bloods have?"

"I'm here to prevent you from escaping, not answer your questions.. so shut up."

Hoseok sighed. The rest of the ride to the palace was silent. Hoseok spent the entire ride thinking of different ways he could escape. Some stupid rope wasn't going to keep him tied up. He and Seokjin had trained themselves and their recruits to escape situations like the one at hand. 

"We're here. You best behave yourself. This is being broadcasted live to the entire kingdom. Wouldn't want your first impression to be a bad one." The guard stated, stepping out of the carriage. They held the door open for Hoseok. It was time.

He had been rubbing the rope against the corner of his seat for more than half the ride, having worn it down to where he could rip out of it quickly. Hoseok pulled his arms out to the side, tearing the rope off his wrists, then jumped out of the carriage, shoving the guard to the ground, and ran. The guard fell with a thud. With a yell to their comrades, they pulled out their guns and aimed them at the runaway half-blood.

The sound of guns firing echoed throughout the grounds. Hoseok turned around, deflecting the bullets with an invisible, impenetrable barrier, and threw himself onto the guard, the weapon flying out of the guard's hand. The guard, fighting back, landed a good punch on Hoseok's face, causing the shorter male to lose his upper hand.

Hoseok rolled over, jumping back up to his feet. Out of nowhere, the guard kicked their leg to the side, hitting Hoseok again. Hoseok yelped, falling onto his back, the air knocked out of him.

The guard reached for the knife in their back pocket, but Hoseok was ahead of them. He raised his fist and punched, hitting the guard on the jaw, hard enough to knock them down.

Before falling, the guard swung their arm out blindly and landed another hit on Hoseok, dazing him for a second.

The royal guard wasn't injured badly, but they were not getting up any time soon. Hoseok stood tall and wiped his hands on the side of his shirt, wiping off a bit of warm, sticky liquid.

He paused. 

Hoseok glanced down to the side of his stomach and saw the guard's knife sticking out of him, blood already starting to stain his yellow shirt. 

'Well, that's not good.' He thought. Hoseok stumbled on his leg, pressing his hand against the wound. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see more guards running toward him, weapons drawn and aimed.

"Put your hands up!" One of the guards shouted.

Hoseok rolled his eyes, keeping one of his hands against his stomach. He held his other hand out and aimed it at the guards. "Can't. Come again later." He attempted to use a knockback spell to push the guards away, but with the wound on his stomach and his energy drained from his journey back home, he fell to the ground on his knees.

The guards advanced at him. They roughly pulled his hands up and cuffed him, ignoring Hoseok's protest. He bit down on his lip to prevent himself from screaming; looking weak to his enemies was not on his list.

"Well, this isn't fair—five of you against me. My powers aren't even working. Pathetic, isn't it?" Hoseok mumbled.

The guard holding him punched him. "Silence. Now the whole kingdom has seen how horrible you half-bloods really are. I don't know what the king was expecting. You all are disgraces to the royal bloodline." They looked down at the knife. "What's this?" Without a second thought, they pushed the knife in deeper.

Hoseok couldn't prevent the scream of pain that escaped from his lips.

"Enough!" Someone yelled from the top of the steps. They ran down the palace's steps and pushed the guards away from Hoseok. The man crouched down next to Hoseok and looked at him, clearly worried. He turned to one of the guards. "Call the medics and have him taken to the medical wing immediately!"

The man glanced back at Hoseok. "Sorry about that. We'll get you medical attention in a moment."

The brunette hissed, struggling to keep his tears from escaping. "It fucking hurts."

The male next to him sighed. "I am well aware. That is why those guards will be punished for harming kingdom property."

"Kingdom property?"

"Oh, are you not aware? All half-bloods present here are now considered the kingdom's property, more specifically, the crown prince's." The man explained.

"Crown prince? What?" Hoseok shook, clutching the knife.

Before the man could continue, the medics arrived and lifted Hoseok onto a stretcher.

"All your questions will be answered soon. If you need me, ask for Yoongi." He waved goodbye and walked back up the steps, standing next to the king.

"Yoongi?" Hoseok questioned in a whisper. Why did that name sound so familiar? Was that someone he and Seokjin had talked about before? He rested his head on the stretcher and let out a sigh as he laid back and let the medics carry him inside.

The king, who stood at the top of the steps, turned to look at all the cameras. "Sorry about that. These half-bloods are crazy, which is why we'll be dealing with the rest of them soon. For now, let us forget about this and continue with the show."

The crowd cheered, excited for what was to come.

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Published: 2/25/21

Alright, last update of the day.

Omg hi, it's been a while. I want to continue writing this fic, so let's see how that goes. I will be going back to previous chapters and touching them up again. I am excited to be interested in this fic again, haha.

Edited: 10/22/22 | Edited: 11/3/22