neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo venticinque: ciao ciao

// mild and short description of death

"Subject 19! Return to the ground immediately or we will shoot!" Jisung heard from under him. He sighed. His time was up.

He stood up from the tree branch, jumping from it and flapping his wings to slow his landing. Once his feet touched the thick blanket of snow on the grass, two men marched up to him and restrained his hands behind his back, pushing him forward by his neck to force him on his knees. He tensed his jaw at the sudden cold on his bare skin but said nothing. He didn't even know if anyone was talking. He couldn't get himself to tune in to anything. Another scientist approached him with a syringe, stabbing it into his neck. That's all he saw before his world went black.

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The second Jisung opened his eyes, he regretted it. He didn't even choose to open his eyes, yet he regretted it.

He was in some sort of isolated room. Just like the one he arrived in. But judging by the blood stain patterns on the floor, it probably is the same room.

He was chained up against the wall again. Before he had any time to process much, a voice spoke through the speakers.

"Subject 19, your behavior today was absolutely unacceptable. I hope after this you'll learn your lesson and not disobey us any longer." 'This'? What's 'this'? Jisung thought.

Jisung didn't have to wait much longer to find out.

A group of strong looking people walked in. Jisung wonders how many people they paid to work at this damn place because there's a new face every day. Or where they even got the money. Do they sell their hostages too? It'd make a lot of sense. Cat and dog hybrids in particular always seem to come and go at a fast rate. God, can this place get any worse?

"You know what to do. Keep him alive. Avoid the wings and tail." The man behind the speaker said before it went silent. Jisung raised his head and watched as the small group of men and women approached him. Jisung widened his eyes as he immediately sat up, scooting away from them but to no avail when one grabbed him by the hair and pulled him forward.

"They're paying us so much for this. This is going to be fun." A woman said, a wicked smile on her face as she pulled out a pocket knife, hums and laughs of agreement sounding from the rest of the group. Jisung's breathing got quicker and heavier. Before he knew it, he felt a punch on the side of his face, followed by a few more and a few kicks to his stomach and sides. Two of the men grabbed his arms and restrained him as he repeatedly got punched and kicked by these people, accepting the fact that there was no way out of this and just let them. They continued until a particularly hard punch landed on his cheek, making his vision get spotted and his world spin around him. But as he continued to take blow after blow, his eyes closed, feeling himself slip out of consciousness.

And when he woke up, he was in his cell, a crying Jeongin at his side. When the boy saw his eyes open, he launched himself at Jisung, Jisung crying out loud in pain.

"Oh! Sorry!" Jeongin cringed as he backed up.

"It's fine. How bad is it?" Jisung groaned, leaning against the floor as he panted, referring to his state. Everything was spinning out of control. Jeongin shook his head.

"Bad. They're not even allowed to bring knives in there."

"Oh." Jisung closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. He was insanely dizzy and his head hurt like never before.