Fall From Grace | ENHYPEN

XXXII

"Fuck, FUCK!" Tyrron cursed and kicked the poor empty beer can in anger.

"I fucking knew it!" Tyrron frustratedly pulled his roots in anger as he sat down on the piled up used tires.

"We're done, we're all done, fuck... We're finished before we even started, we're dead..." Ytriel muttered as he walked back and forth, feeling his heart beat out of his chest as he started overthinking about what would happen.

Their worst-case scenario happened.

Yyan Alexandre was captured by Malcolm Amerrylis. 

"You were right behind him. How did you not notice? Are you fucking blind!?" Tyrron angrily pushed Michaelis and held him by the collar of his shirt.

"Hey, cut it out!" Theon defended Michaelis and pushed Tyrron away.

"Cut it out? Do you know what the fuck happens now? Your brother is right, Philistine. We're all fucking dead." Tyrron glared at the younger man as he spoke dangerously. They are all fucked, and they know it. Without Yyan, they would all fail. He's their pillar, and without him, the whole grace would fall. 

"This isn't the time to point fingers, we need to think how to get Yyan back" Cozen tried to speak calmly but Tyrron just chuckled in reply.

"Stop fucking pretending that this could still be saved by the power of friendship. You don't know how your father plays in this game, Amerrylis." Tyrron pointed at him as he spoke.

This comment made Cozen silent and sit back down, knowing he can't win this one. Tyrron is right. He has no idea how his own father really plays this game.

"So I suggest all of you to fuck off, get the fuck out of my bunkers, and run away. All of these bullshits started when Yyan brought you stupid idiots here like fucking stray dogs. And now that he's gone, I'm gonna stop pretending. I don't like you in here, so get the fuck out" Tyrron spoke and turned around to walk away.

He was about to walk away when his shoulder was grabbed, and a fist came flying straight to his face.

"You heartless coward!" Hendryx screamed and punched Tyrron. A loud thud and crunch were heard, indicating that the older man broke his nose as Hendryx's fist met with his face.

"That was your friend out there! You're just gonna leave him to rot in the hands of that man!? If you were the one in his place Yyan would risk his own life to bring you back!" Theon and Cozen tried to stop Hendryx from damaging the older man's face any more but Hendryx was just a lot bigger and stronger than the two of them combined.

Tyrron didn't reply and just spit out the blood from his mouth.

"He saved you when you needed to be saved, Tyrron! And now the only time that Yyan both need us, you're just gonna turn your back on him!? Because what, you're afraid that you can't go back to your peaceful life of rebuilding cars and shooting clay birds!?" Hendryx spoke in anger as he grabbed a fistful of Tyrron's shirt and pulled him close to meet his eyes.

"Look at them, Hendryx." Tyrron spoke in a cold tone and looked at the seven men watching the scene unfold in front of them. They were all silent, waiting for the two's next moves.

"Do they look like they can do much to bring Yyan back? Yyan might as well be good as dead if we send those dumb fuckers to save him. We're hopeless, and this is how far as our luck goes. Just accept the reality."

Apathy was never an emotion for Tyrron. But today, it made a bed in his heart. No matter how much he wants to deny it, he knows that they're all done for.

"You're wrong. This isn't luck..." Hendryx muttered under his breath.

"Sorry to break the bubble, Hendryx, but it is. We survived those years because of Skai and Brahm's plans. We barely managed to get out alive in this one because of Yyan's quick reflexes. Without the three of them, you know we're fucked." Tyrron replied in a calm manner and pushed Hendryx's hands away from his shirt.

"Stop being so pessimistic." Hendryx glared at the latter, making him.laugh sarcastically and roll his eyes.

"I'm being realistic, Dryx. Those are two different things. You should brush up your vocabulary." Tyrron stood up and wiped the dried blood off his face before looking at the seven

"You're... You're throwing us away..?" Jaxen mumbled in disbelief, looking at the beaten up man. When he finally thought he found someone he wanted to protect, someone who would protect him at all cost, it all disappeared within a flick of a hand.

"You were never meant to belong here, little Hawthorne. This isn't supposed to be the life for you." Tyrron replied with a sigh, brushing his hair back in frustration.

"B-but we're here now, aren't we? I mean, Yyan was the one who helped us that night in Michaelis's penthouse. You're the one who planted the dummies, Tyrron. You wanted to help us. Why are you pushing us away now?" Ytriel also spoke and looked at the older man. As much as the young man didn't admit it, he was thankful for that night. Even if they had to live as 'ghosts' now, he wouldn't want to go back in time to change it. 

"I did that because Yyan asked for a favor, and I owed him one. I didn't do it for you." Tyrron replied coldly and looked away, away from the pitiful eyes of the young men whom as much as he hates to admit it, has grown onto him.

"Fuck this." Jethro mumbled under his breath and walked away, going back to the bunkers. He is not one for moments like this, and he sure as hell wouldn't be the one begging for someone to stay.

 "I'm out as well." Max spoke and followed the older man. 

"See? Even your friends knew it. We're all fucked." Tyrron spoke.

Hendryx, who was just silent the whole thing, held his shaking fist. No, this isn't the end. There has to be something. 

"I'm going to bring Yyan back, no matter what it takes. Even if I die in the process, I'm bringing Yyan back." Hendryx spoke and stood up, his height towering everyone else. 

"It's what I owe him. I'm not gonna cower and run away, tail in between my legs like a scared dog. Yyan taught me to be better than that. You taught me better than that." He added and pointed at Tyrron, words coming out from his mouth dripping with venom of hatred. 

He hated how coward Tyrron is, how he decided to give up without even trying. That's not who Tyrron Scorpius is, Hendryx knows it.

"I'm bringing Yyan back." 

With a last glare, Hendryx walked out of the old autoshop that Tyrron owned, carrying a single poison laced string that Yyan owned and a heavy heart. No matter what happens, he's going to bringing his brother back, even if he had to drag him out of hell.