The Seven Deadly Alliance

63 Building Pt.3

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   Xiaojun, Hendery, and Shotaro blinked with wide eyes, not believing what had just happened. They slowly turned to the entrance of the building, staring at the black van which crashed into the structure.

   The vehicle had just crashed into the two Kage Arcs, killing them instantly. They snapped out of their trances once both doors opened. Renjun fell out from the driver's side while Jihoon came out of the passenger's. The three rushed over to the injured instructors who they believed were dead.
"Renjun! Jihoon Hyung!" The three of them could feel tears burn in their eyes, relieved that the instructors were alive. Hendery and Xiaojun held Renjun up, noticing the obvious blades and dark bruise on the younger's neck. The man with robotic arms really did a number on the two. Shotaro was with Jihoon who seemingly was trying to get somewhere.  "Hyung, where are you going?" The Japanese asked the older.

"To the bomb." The shorter gritted out. "No one can.. disarm this one except for me."

"Let me help-"

"Help Renjun, he's out of it." Jihoon pushed himself up and limped into the building, making past piles of bodies Minho had done. Shotaro looked back at where he previously stood. Now, replaced with two fallen katanas and large streaks of blood. His hands balled into tight fists, ashamed that he couldn't kill the man who murdered his family.

But he's dead. Mother, father, brother, you can rest now.

"Renjun, can you hear us?" Xiaojun rested the younger's head on his lap. The instructor nodded. The taller among the four sat next to his three Chinese friends, eyeing the blades on them.

"Renjun, how did you drive in this state? " Hendery asked, bewildered of the boy's actions.

"I-It's..." His throat was rough and hoarse, barely audible. He swallowed thickly. "It's complicated."

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   It was after Hendery tried getting through to the instructors with the walkie-talkie. Theirs' was indeed on, volume raised loud enough to be heard from the inside of the van.

{Jihoon Hyung, Renjun, don't die on us.}

{Damn, we don't have much time before the bomb explodes...} This was supposed to be unheard, but the audio tool had caught it.

{We're waiting for you, Jaemin and Soonyoung are too. Don't give up.} The words were pensive and strong, confident in their fate.

[   Jihoon's hand slightly twitched, catching Wonwoo's eyes. "Guys... Jihoon's hand moved." Everyone turned to move their head to the 'dead' instructors' screens. "W-Wonwoo... they haven't breathed for more than five minutes." Kun croaked out.

"Just look." The younger 96z said confidently.

   Everyone gasped once Jihoon slowly lifted his head, eyes slowly opening. He groaned in pain before looking ahead of him. Renjun laid still in the pool of blood, reminding the shorter what had happened. The older did his best to crawl to the younger's side, weakly but successfully pulling the body up. /Renjun.../ His voice was raspy.

/Please... don't die on m-/ He was cut off with a gargled cough coming from the younger. Everyone again, gasped, thunderstruck that the two were alive.

/Y-Yes... I heard it, a-alright.../ The Chinese one spoke.

"Renjunnie-" Jaemin sobbed a waterfall of happy tears. Mark, Donghyuck, and Jisung hugged the sobbing boy tightly, crying along with him.