Storms of Fate [ SOF ] [ BTS ]

Chapter 23 : Sliver of Silver

ANYA :

"Jimin."

Anya whispered again as she kept staring at her hybrid, a little away from her, completely still on the floor.

Her mind absolutely refused to grasp the reality. It rebelled against what her eyes were seeing.

She sat there, while it seemed like the whole world around her was in a whirlpool of activity.

She tuned it out.

Her mind tuned it all out.

Anya could not hear anything, nor could she see anyone in that instance except her Angel, lying so carelessly on the cold, hard floor.

"Jimin." Her whisper remained unheard by the rest of the occupants of the room.

Slowly, she crawled. One hand on the floor, followed by the other, she dragged her body towards her fallen hybrid, with each step, still battling against the truth.

Anya reached her beautiful Angel, and simply gazed down at his ethereal face. He looked so serene, he looked so at peace. Like he had succumbed to a restful slumber, happy in his dreamworld.

The only thing that was wrong was the sweat on his forehead.

Anya lifted a shaking hand to his face, still kneeling over his body, peering down at him.

The touch, was warm.

His body was getting hotter.

But he is supposed to be cold. Why is he not cold?

Anya brushed the sweat from his brows gently, her touch lighter than the kiss of a butterfly, as she crawled closer to him. The activities around her never touched her conscious. Right then, the world except Jimin and her, was lost to Anya.

She lifted his head, and placed it on her lap. Her mischievous Cobra loved getting adored this way, he always turned towards her and burrowed his head, giving a light kiss on her stomach.

So why is he not doing it now? Why is he laying so still? Why is he doing this??

Running her fingers through his silver silky hair, Anya murmured to Jimin, "Wont you turn to me?"

Slowly, ever so slowly, her revolting brain started to accept the facts. With it, fear started wrapping her soul in its vicious, thorny embrace.

"Wake up." She said in a voice which was barely audible.

Because she knew.

Jimin had been poisoned. And the poison, was deadly.

"MOVE!" Anya jerked at that booming command. She lifted her head to see a crowd had formed around her and Jimin. She blinked her eyes to understand Suhan, Jin and Peter were missing from the circle, rest all present.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook stood looking down at their brother, stupefied with shock.

And from between them, Arissa emerged, pushing past Jungkook to come stand in front of her.

Anya lifted her head and looked at her, Jimin still gently cradled in her lap.

"Ari . . ." her thin voice shook uncontrollably, making it difficult to understand her, "Save him."

A plea.

A helpless, desperate plea.

Immediately, Arissa crouched down and clinically lifted Jimin from her lap to lay him down on the floor. "Get me the coffee he was drinking." She said in a controlled manner, speaking through gritted teeth.