Sharp pain bit at Felix's neck as his lungs kicked into overdrive. His eyes shot open as the room swirled above him in shades of red he had never seen before. His fingers dug at sponges carpet, MingRui's blood collecting over his nails and crusting a film over his skin. Felix could feel the dried blood tightening on his face, but he he didn't care. He was alive. How was he alive?
The male nudged at his muscles, trying in anyway to get them to move. His legs weakly flinched and carried him fraily to his feet. ZeYu lay with his head on MingRui's chest, hands intertwined as they rotted together. Felix could feel the sourness of his stomach taking him over. He quickly yanked the dagger from Zeyu's chest and placed it back in his sheath.
The blonde carefully gripped the wall, blood soaked fingerprints staining the wallpaper in exotic patterns. His legs wobbled down the halls until the lobby came into view, almost all of REN HQ's employees were gathered in the center.
"What the fuck is going on?" Felix growled, his accent purging the suffocating silence. Each employee turned to look back at the injured comrade, eyeing him closely.
Changbin waved the younger over, eyes staring fixed on Felix the entire time.
Within the circle, Sarah lay lifeless, a dagger lodged in the girl's forehead. Felix felt almost indifferent towards her demise, but a rush of unfamiliar emotions flooded his mind as he recognized a beaten and battered Han lying dead next to her.
"Who-" Felix began, but stopped after the pain in his throat grew.
"BangChan." Hyunjin spoke quietly.
Felix nodded and limped from Changbin's brute grip.
He would just have to kill BangChan then.
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