Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
To say that Yoongi was ashamed of himself was an understatement. He was letting everyone who believed in him down. All the months he had spent on getting better were about to go down the drain.
But there was no way out. The shadow had latched itself too tightly onto him. He would drop dead the second his heart gave in.
If it wasn't his weak heart that did him in then the stress would kill him. He was tired of being aware of every single thing that could kill him. You can't fight death but you can fight stress, temporarily at least.
Walking through Bugsy's territory with his head held high was like asking for death. He was sure that there were probably multiple guns pointed at his walking figure as he was approaching his mansion. Their respective gangs were tangled up in a cold-blooded rivalry that would only end with death.
The house looked out of place among the rows of shipping containers. Bugsy could have easily moved to the Golden City. However, he preferred to be the one looking down on people instead of being the other way around. He was nothing compared to the people from the city however, in the Mines, he lived like a king.
The guard's eyes glinted with recognition. Before an ugly scowl occupied his face, making it clear that his presence was not welcome there.
Yoongi rolled his eyes in retaliation. It's not like he had been expecting them to roll out a red carpet to welcome him.
After exchanging a few words with the grainy voice in his walkie-talkie, the automatic gates opened.
Yoongi gave a teasing smirk at the guard as he walked just to piss him off.
The walk through the courtyard was nostalgic in a bittersweet way. He could see himself as a younger boy running around with his friends after a hard day of work. Completely unaware that he was being exploited. All his efforts were just fattening Bugsy's pockets.
The front door creaked open as Bugsy sauntered out. Yoongi stopped walking and stood at the foot of the cream-coloured steps. He was annoyed that Bugsy was looking down on him.
'Well if it isn't Gloss or should I call you Suga now', Bugsy's grainy voice asked.
His voice was still as aggravating as always. Some things never change.
'Is that any way to speak to a potential customer?', Yoongi asked in an equally mocking tone.
He was waving the metaphorical white flag.
Bugsy's big bushy brows became a single line as his face scrunched in anger.
'You got some fucking nerve coming back here after all the stunts your little gang pulled by injuring my men and stealing my shit', he yelled.
Yoongi was almost tempted to just walk away and buy a cigarette. The key word being almost.
'I want Ambrosia'.
He changed the subject, not wanting to even think of his gang at that moment.
Bugsy doubled over in laughter. Even if Yoongi had managed to escape from his claws he was happy that the poison he had spent years feeding him was in effect.
'You act all high and might but you're still nothing but a worthless druggie', he raised his ring-laden hand to beckon him like a dog, 'I'll give you my largest supply for old times sake', he added with a flash of his cruel gold-toothed smile.
Bugsy was the one who introduced Yoongi to drugs after being threatened that the younger man might use his technology skills to overthrow him. He would give him special treatment and then reward him with cigarettes. Then watch in amusement as the boy slowly began to wither away.
He made sure that Yoongi would be a slave to drugs for the rest of his life. That way he wouldn't even live long enough to make something for himself. He imagined how he would go to his funeral and pretend to shed tears for his short pathetic life. It's why he let him leave his gang without the death penalty.
Sure enough, Yoongi had come crawling back for an even stronger drug. So he willingly gave him his largest batch of a hundred pills free of charge with a wicked glint on his face. The same way he had always given him cigarettes. History was repeating itself.
Ambrosia had become his fastest-selling drug in just a week of him selling it. The anonymous provider had recommended that a person only take a maximum of one pill a day. The exclusivity made it a more desirable product.
He 'accidentally' withheld the information from Yoongi.
He watched the young man's silhouette walk away in pure bliss.
He was certain it was the last time he would ever see Min Yoongi alive.
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