《Crazy 8》
The rest of the team tried to give The8 some time to mourn the loss of his grandmother, key word TRIED.
"I DON'T NEED TO REST! I WANT TO FIND THAT BITCH THAT KILLED MY GRANDMOTHER!" The8 yelled at them.
"Don't yell at them Minghao, we'll find him don't worry." Seungcheol reassured the younger as he held the youngers hand.
The8 sighed as he pulled out the money that was originally for his grandmother. "Bring the person back here and leave him in the empty room in the basement." He said stuffing the money in Seungcheol's hand.
"You have 5 hours." The8 said grabbing his shoes and walking out of the house, he was going to meet up with Jiarae.
"He's definitely not okay." Seungkwan said sadly.
"We're gonna be the ones not okay if we don't do what he wants." Dino said. "So I suggest we get hunting." He added as the others nodded.
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"Should we really be doing this?" Jeonghan asks as they sit around waiting for The8 to return home.
"No, but it's either he's The8's punching bag or us. And by us - I mean probably Mingyu." Seungcheol said as Mingyu let out a groan.
"So it's best we let him have this one." Seungcheol said as they heard the front door open.
"The8." Seungcheol said as The8 stood infront of his leader. "He's in the basement." He said as The8's eyes with greatfulness.
"Thank you." The8 whispered, his voice barley above a whisper as he dropped his bag and made his way downstairs.
"Go follow him." Jeonghan whispered to Seungkwan who dramatically whipped his head to look at the older in shock.
"Why me?!" Seungkwan whisper shouted.
"Because your his obvious favorite besides Jun!" Jeonghan shooed the younger off, who was still whining in protest.
Seungkwan snuck downstairs and found The8 digging through his weapons closet, grabbing ropes and all shorts of weapons.
It was at that point Seungkwan had enough, he didn't want to even know what murderous plans The8 had in mind for the man unconsciously laying in their basement.
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"Get up." The8 snarled as he kicked the man in the shin after he tied him to a chair. "I don't got all day for this bullshit." The8 said.
The man slowly blinked awake as he panickedly tugged on the ropes. "Yeah no way your getting out of those any times, just give up already." The8 added.
"Who are you?!" The man asked as The8 laughed.
"I would say the Grim Reaper, but that alias name was already taken, and also pretty dumb. But to you, I'm the last person you'll ever see." The8 smiled.
"Look I don't know what this is about, but you got the wrong guy! I'm innocent!" The man begged.
"Innocent!?" The8 burst out laughing. "Pfft, no one is innocent, everyone is guilty of something." The8 said chucking the bomb shell at the man's face.
"YOU WERE ASSIGNED TO BLOW UP A HOUSE! MY HOUSE! WITH THIS BOMB!" The8 yelled. "YOU KILLED THE ONLY FAMILY I HAD LEFT!"
"I WAS ASSIGNED! I HAD NO CLUE WHAT HOUSE IT WAS!" The man yelled back as The8 shoved the chair backwards, a scream of frustration leaving his lips.
"Should've called in sick." He said as he pulled something out of his pocket. "You see these dice, my grandmother got me this set when I first started working at a casino, I didn't have the heart to tell her I was only a waiter." The8 smiled at the memory.
"Today we are going to play a little game. This dice will decide what weapon I use, and this dice will decide how many times I get to use it." The8 smirked as he held up the dice.
"Please, I'm begging you for mercy." The man begged.
"Fuck you and fuck mercy." The8 said as he rolled the dice.
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March For Mercy 《Seventeen》
Fanfiction"I'm begging you for mercy!" "Fuck you and fuck mercy!"