House Of Cards

Chapter 17

*Author's POV...*

    The police were up, bright and early, once again to continue their search for the missing people. By this point, the city was completely distraught. Nobody was leaving their homes, and many people had evacuated their families. Chaeyoung and Namjoon were pretty much leading the entire crowd. However, Namjoon and Chaeyoung were in the back room figuring out how to contact national authorities. Other towns of officers were helping to try and find Jungkook. Namjoon's radio was going off every second, as he replies with commands and directions. Chaeyoung was filling out papers and on the phone will government officials.
   

    *Taehyung's POV...*

    I finally awoke. My eyes slowly opened as my eyes were filled with a red color. The more my vision cleared, the more I began to make out the room I was in. The walls were a dark red color... There was a small lamp on in the corner, and I was lying on top of a big, king-sized bed. A striking pain hit me in the stomach, and I winced. My eyes were sore, and my arms were twitching. I could hear shuffling, but it was so muffled I just assumed it was my own.

    My body felt... Wrong... Something wasn't right.

    My body finally started to regain its consciousness. I sat up on the bed and swung my legs over the side. My stomach jerked again, and I clutched it. As soon as I touched my shirt, my eyes widened. It felt different... I was starving, my stomach was in so much pain... I slowly stood up from the bed. As I stood up, I noticed the big baby crib from across the room. I stumbled and breathed heavily as I looked over the edge of the crib. I saw a small, peacefully sleeping infant...
    Tears formed in my eyes as my shaky hand reached to touch the baby's head. It was a boy... My stomach turned. A striking pain hit my neck like a dagger, and I fell to the floor on my knees. The loud sound of me hitting the ground was enough to wake the sleeping infant. A tear rolled down my cheek. The baby cried and cried until I crawled over and reached for him. I picked him up out of the crib and held him close to my body. After a few minutes, he started to calm down. The baby was wearing nothing more than a blanket. I was wearing a hospital gown... And no underwear...
Suddenly, I heard the locks begin to move on the huge steel door behind me. I held the baby tight as I turned around, my eyes wide open, ready to see fate in front of me. The door creaked open, and Jungkook's figure emerged from the opening.
"Good morning Taehyung~." he smiled.
I didn't say anything. I just stared at him, my eyes becoming darker and my veins starting to pulse.
"How did you sleep honey~?"
"..."
"Taehyung. Look, I know you're upset, but there's no getting out of this."
"..."
"We can be happy now! We can be together forever, and make memories like we did when we were in high school!"
"..."
"Taehyung...?"
"You're sick Jungkook."
"W-What...?"
"You are a horrible human being."
Jungkook didn't respond, but I continued anyway.
Tears fell down from my face, but I said it with a monotone voice, "I will never forgive you for this. You will rot in hell, and I will sit in this room for the rest of my life. You will be happy, and I will be deteriorating. You will get what you want, and I will be waiting for death."
Jungkook stood there. He didn't know what to say for a moment. But, after collecting his thoughts, he spoke, "Taehyung, I will take good care of you and our son. You don't have to be afraid of me anymore."
"Jungkook... Where did this baby come from...?"
"That's not something you need to know."
"Jungkook... What happened to my body?"
"I will tell you eventually, but not now."
"Jungkook... Why did you do this...?"
"Because... Because I love you Taehyung."
There was 10 seconds of silence.
"Fuck you."  I said.
He stared at me, but I didn't care. I turned my back to him and slowly sat down on the bed, holding the small child in my arms. Tears wouldn't stop rolling down my face. I couldn't help it; I had lost all hope in humanity. I had lost all hope in myself. All I could do was hold this child in my arms and cry.
Suddenly, Jungkook walked over to me, "Taehyung, get up."
I didn't respond.
"I would like to show you your new home."
Another tear fell.
"I'm sorry Taehyung."
"No you're not. You're not sorry at all." I said. I could feel my anger building as I continued, "You are a fucking monster. You are horrible, and you deserve to die. I hope you die. I hope you never breathe ever again. I hope I never see your ugly face ever again. I hope you drown in acid, I hope you get crushed by the amount of pressure you put on me, I hope you die. I hope you die. Just fucking die already! WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!?!"
Jungkook's face was washed over with pain. He was heart broken. The baby began to cry again.
"GO AWAY! I never want to see your fucking face ever again! If you're going to kill me or torture me, let me do it in peace! Fuck you Jungkook! Fuck you! Fuck you...."
I broke down on the last sentence. And just like the baby, I was crying my eyes out. I didn't know what to say next... Jungkook walked over to me, and I just sat there. He sat down next to me on the bed. "Taehyung, I'm sorry. I didn't want it to happen like this, but people just kept getting in the way of our love. You didn't deserve any of this. But, people kept trying to hide you from me. If they would've gotten me out on bail, and I would've seen you again, I would've tried to talk to you about what happened."
"Talk to me? Are you serious? You would've tried to reason your way out of what you did?"
"You don't understand how obsessive I was when I was younger. The only reason I did everything I did was because people wouldn't stop getting in my way... You know what, nevermind. You won't understand me Taehyung. But, one day, I'll make you understand."
This was unbelievable. I didn't even know what to say to him. I just watched as he left the room and locked the steel door behind him, "You're obsessive now!!!" I looked down at the infant in my arms. He began to cry again; he was probably hungry. I sighed. If I wanted to take care of the baby, then I need to get Jungkook's attention. I really don't want to see his horrid face right now, but there's no baby food in here, and I don't want this poor child to go hungry. I left him on the bed while I struggled to get up off the bed again. I limped my way to the door and knocked loud on it, "Jungkook!!"
There was no answer.
"JUNGKOOK! This poor baby is gonna fucking starve!" I banged harder on the door.
Suddenly, the steel door swung open, and I was met with a horrifying-looking, fleshy figure. It was bleeding from the inside out, bodily oils were spilling out, and the limbs were just barely attached with black sewing string. I suppress the urge to vomit. Then, two more appeared.
I screamed. I backed up against the other side of the wall, waiting for them to kill me. But... They didn't. Instead, they made way, almost as if they wanted me to follow them somewhere... I gulped before moving forward. I picked up the baby in my arms before heading out the door. I began following the weird creatures... They led me outside of the room, down a long hallway. Eventually, we ended up in a lobby-type of room. I sat down on a bench along the wall.
The creatures left, leaving me and the infant to sit and wait for the unknown. I didn't really know what to do except wait. The creatures came back not long after. They handed me a plastic bag. I struggled to reach over and rip the bag from their fleshy, oil-spewing hands. After I grabbed it, I looked inside... It was baby food and clothes for him. Thank goodness. I quickly dressed the child and began to feed him. He calmed down after a little while.
I looked up at the horrible monsters, "What are you?" I asked. There was no response, of course. I don't even think I wanted to hear those things talk. I went to stand up again, but suddenly, another creature came into the lobby, pushing a wheel chair in my direction. I hugged the baby tighter, almost to receive comfort myself. I sat down in the wheel chair, and they placed a blanket over me. I'm not going to lie, the blanket was extremely comfortable, and my body was refusing to work after I had spent the time walking down that long hallway. My body was so weak, my mind was so weak. I suddenly swept into a sea of unconsciousness, drifting off into a deep sleep.

*Jungkook's POV...*

I adjusted my blazer as I quickly walked down the hallways of my lair. I smirked. I had finally captured Taehyung. I had slaves. I had a baby boy. Two of them!! Everything was falling into place, exactly the way I wanted. I was making my way down to the room where the two boys resided. When I found them, they were both sleeping. Despite them getting rest, they still looked extremely exhausted, and too comfortable for how uncomfortable the floors were. I nodded before pointing to the nearest soldier who was guarding the door, "Make sure they don't leave. If they manage to escape, I'll fucking kill you."

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*Author's POV...*

"Yes! Yes!!! YES!" Jungkook gripped the railing hard as he looked down upon his hundreds of soldiers. Jungkook was ecstatic, graceful. He felt like a god. At this point, nothing was going to get in his way. His blazer was fit as a fiddle, his red tie glowed in the light, his dark eyes shimmered for what felt like an eternity. He raised his arms high into the sky shouting, "YES!!!"
"Good job, Sir!" The Talking Soldier told him.
"Thanks! I must admit, I am very proud of myself. HAH! The stupid police force couldn't kill me even with national guard! Those idiots couldn't kill me if they wanted to!" He placed a hand on his hip as he looked down upon his slaves once more. His eyes turned psychotic, "Fellow soldiers!!! I want more of you! I want HUNDREDS of soldiers! THOUSANDS of slaves! Make them! Craft them! Stitch together every dead body you can find! Kill people! Murder their families! Rip them to pieces! I... Jeon Jungkook... WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!"

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*Chaeyoung's POV...*

I sat at the desk, anxiously tapping on the wood, waiting for some kind of response from the national guard. We contacted other authorities, as well as the government and the national guard for assistance. No one else is going to die except Jeon Jungkook, and that's final. At least... That's what I want. I was sitting at the desk, exhausted from making all these phone calls and signing page after page of legal documents. Namjoon was pacing the room back and forth as he talked to government officials, while also leading his units on the radio at the same time.
Just to fidget, I decided to watch the CCTV footage of Hoseok's disappearance. The footage was distressing, but something was pulling me to watch the footage again... And I'm so happy I did.
"Namjoon!!!" He looked over at me. I waved for him, "Come look at this!!"
He ran over and leaned in close to me. I rewinded the security footage tape.
"Chaeyoung, we've already reviewed this a thousand times..." he sulked.
"Just, watch this! Please?" The footage played. It showed the distressing moments of Hoseok getting tranquilized. But then, Chaeyoung pointed to the screen, tracing Jungkook's movements with her finger. Namjoon couldn't believe his eyes... This whole time, the entire police force had been searching North of the city, since that's the direction that they saw him run. However, in the footage, with a closer look, Namjoon could clearly see a shadow darting across the camera again.
Jungkook had doubled back... And went South...