A Gorgeous White || bts_taegi_fanfic ||

❄️|| Chapter 7 || Golden eyes ❄️

|| Chapter 7 || Golden eyes

Dark red blood appeared to befoul the flawless white snow as it spread outwards beneath the corpse of a man. A large hole gaped at the snowfall. Tiny snowflakes entered the cavity melting from the blood and the mangled insides of the head.

The wounded man, clutched his shoulder instantly after escaping death. His eyes fell upon a solid blood-stained stake-like ice in front of him. He knew then that his savior might be an Ice wielder. He was still shuddering from his fright of the remaining seconds of losing his life.

"Who's there?!" One of the black men yelled. Another bothersome pest was trying to hinder their plans. He snuck needles between his fingers. His subordinates surrounded their target, the golden-eyed man, silently.

The snow fell silently and gently but it felt like shadowing a monstrous secret. Waiting to be unveiled.

The golden-eyed man surveyed the area. He sensed a single life form behind the trees but the snow was somehow obstructing his senses. He glanced at his friend, barely holding on. He had lost too much blood. But he dared not to act rashly, for this was unknown territory, something was watching them. He knew some creatures tend to be very territorial.

A piercing scream came from behind him.

A man with freshly severed legs crawled on the snow, his bones visibly protruding. He wailed noisily at the harrowing pain as crimson liquid trailed behind him. Another cry of pain sounded briefly as three bodies laid on the ground, blades of ice sticking out from their chest, their breaths fading. The concentrated stench of blood circulated the air.

An Ice wielder! The leader of the assassins raised his dagger as he paid no attention to his dying men. A glowing fireball lit from his hand as he steadied himself for an attack. His ability was far more superior than a measly ice ability.

His fast reflexes made him dodge a bolt of ice coming his way and strike the one behind him instead. He followed where the bolts came from and launched the ball of fire at a big tree at his right. The tree's trunk exploded, tiny splinters flew sharply around the area of impact.

The tall tree fell forward revealing... no one. The disappointed fire assassin gnashed his teeth as he looked around, completely ignoring his actual target.

Meanwhile, the ruthless golden eyes shifted behind him as his comrade's savior reveals himself from hiding. His eyes locked on a short white figure meters away from them. Silky white robes draped down just above his bare feet. A white-furred hood covered half of the person's pale face exposing his luscious red lips. A faint white glow surrounded his frost-covered fingers. Exhaling a warm visible breath from his lips, he lifted a slender arm. He looked like a majestic illusion that would disappear in a blink of an eye.

Yoongi's thoughts:

WhatamIdoing?whatamidoing?whatamidoing?whatamidoing?whatamidoing?whyamidoingthis?Ijustwanted do peek.

Mochi was nowhere to be found. The pipsqueak was burying itself into the snow out of fright.

The snow beneath the rest of the assassins hardened. Their feet stuck and trapped. They were caught off guard and began to panic. The mixture of the sound of cursing and the cries of pain were irritating. Ice began to climb their way up their bodies rapidly. The blood freezing and flesh hardening. Just like how painful Yoongi experienced it the first time. The scene was as similar as bugs caught in a spider's web. One particular bug, however, was especially irksome.

The leader of the assassins managed to forcefully release himself from the trap resulting in a pair of bloodied skinned legs. Red beads of blood leaked from the pores of the pale flesh. His teeth bared at Yoongi. A maddening desire to burn this prick alive overtook his reasoning. Steam expelled from his skin as his temperature rose to an unbelievable degree. A fire suddenly engulfed him, melting away the snow around him. Flaming orbs orbited around his body while he roared at Yoongi.