Warning: Lots of gun shots and violence.
Song Recommendation: Heathens - Twenty One Pilots
It's silent once again.
Silent when they took Ten.
Felix.
Soobin and Wooyoung.
Still silent.
An anticipating and melancholic silence.
Something that's forced to be felt and quiver down someone's spine of the ominous mystery to what may lie once that door opens again. Who will they take next? Where will they go?
And if their friends are still alive and they're just trying to scare them?
But no.
This time is different, not unlike the hopeless other times since they've been in this room.
Now there's hope, and it was with the gift Wooyoung left them with.
However they didn't try to make it obvious. No not yet. They waited.
Waited patiently.
Until the door opened once again.
Yeosang clenched his jaw, fists tight as he glances to subtly to Hwanwoong and Woosung - who only glared ahead in determination.
They're ready.
Taking a deep breath, Yeosang looks up - prepared as well.
But to his surprise, the guards weren't who game into the room.
No....
It was... Two people.
A man and a woman.
Yeosang furrows his eyebrows, seeing them standing before them with tight grim expressions on their faces.
Who are these people-
"Our target has been caught, meaning you all have worked splendidly."
Yeosang snaps his head up upon hearing that familiar voice, eyes boiling in rage.
That voice that instructed the men to take Ten away.
That fucking voice.
Rage began to lick every bone in Yeosang's body, snarling, "Where's our friends! I swear if you do anything to my father-"
"Your father?" The man spoke, amusement dancing in his eyes, "You thought we were referring to your father?"
Hwangwoong eyebrows twitched in confusion.
If it wasn't the rulers of Oasis.... Who was it?
The silence spoke it all the puzzled confusion spreading like a disease between all of them, especially the heir.
And it was making him impatient.
"What the fuck are you talking about!" He sneers, "WHERE ARE OUR FRIENDS-"
"Dead. They're all dead."
What...
That.... Voice....
Yeosang didn't want to believe the voice that came with those words.
He didn't want to believe it's familiarity.
Who said it....
No, it was an imagination.
It's not real.
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