It was around 9:30 in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, the grass was growing and the birds were singing. It had been such a horrendous and brutal night just the day before, things had been lost that day, so have people. The 63rd annual grammies were happening the day before, oh what a wonderful show it would've been. Though unfortunately things were not gonna be so happy and wonderful for long. Around the fifth performance of the night, right when Lady Gaga was promoting her new album "Chromatica" starting with the new hit collab "Rain on Me", there had been a hijacking and someone radioed that their could've been bombs.
"Everybody! This is what happens when a backstabbing little bitch like the grammies don't give us our rightfully deserved award!" A loud voice boomed over the mic, it was deep, very masculine and it was obvious that they had quite a strong accent. On the huge screen above the main stage, there was a broadcast playing, seven silhouettes were on the screen, only the one in the middle was making gestures at the camera. "Ah... You must be wondering... Who we are... You silly good for nothing Americans..."
The silhouette in the middle started to laugh, a maniacal laugh, such a thing sending shivers through the audience. The other six silhouettes shortly followed after by laughing in a sadistic way, the whole thing was disturbing. Everything fell silent for a moment until the main silhouette in the middle stepped forward, a face finally being revealed to the crowd. The face, a cold and empty look in the man's eyes. The man had a slim face, yet such a sadistic smile plastered on it. He looked back at the other silhouettes, signaling them for something. Soon, the other six silhouettes stepped forward, something about the seven young men looked familiar.
"Do we look familiar? Maybe this will rejog your memory..." A helicopter had now been flying in the area, they had been filming everything. Soon there was static on the screen, it had cut between being "Hit it!" Yelled a voice over the intercom. Soon enough the stadium went black, nothing was visible except the screen. Soon a song started playing.
As the music video ended, the final verse being "Whoa oh ho!" A huge rumble started to happen. Thousands of small high pitched beeping noises start filling the arena. "We're done here, boys... Let's go..." Spoke lowly the same voice on the intercom, now with the music video being played and done with... It was clear who was talking, Kim Namjoon aka known as RM from the boy group that disbanded a year prior because of the grammies. "Have fun silly Americans..." With those final words, the then high pitched beeping noises turned into a high pitched long note, a loud boom after boom could he heard following after eachother as each bomb blew up. Eventually, everything fell to black.
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No Longer Bulletproof
Mystère / ThrillerThe story follows a famous k-pop boy group that has been forced to disband. The once perfect and safe, maintainable life that each member used to live, it's all gone. Now, the reason is still unknown, with all that being said all ex-members are cons...
