Fall From Grace | ENHYPEN

XXXIII

Michaelis sighed for the nth time in an hour.

He rubbed the corner of his eye that was starting to sting because of the unshed tears. He doesn't know what to do anymore. The guilt is heavy on his chest, suffocating him each second.

Weeks have passed since the abduction of Ian Alexander. And up until now, no one still had leads on where the man is. 

Hendryx spent every hour of the day out, looking for any info on Ian's whereabouts, only going back to the bunker to sleep. No one even knows if Hendryx still eats. 

Tyrone busied himself with his cars, never leaving his autoshop. He slept, ate, and spent all his days holed up in his own private space.

"Fucking stupid and worthless." He murmured to no one. "The storm bringer, never good enough, always the fucking problem." Somehow, just thinking of all the mistakes he had made is making him laugh. Laugh in agony, because what the fuck is all of these?

The tears that roll down taste bitter in his tongue instead of salty.

"Wake up, Onyx," he whispered to himself, "can't you see how you no longer belong here? Hell, did you even belong in the first place?"

If someone saw him, they might call him crazy. Crying while talking to himself? No sane person would do it. But he's not exactly sane, isn't he?

Because if he is, then he wouldn't do all of that. Not risk his friends' lives for the satisfaction of his inflated ego. If he's sane, then he wouldn't be packing his belongings, ready to leave everything behind for the second time.

After securing that everything he might need was in his backpack, Michaelis quietly left the room. By some miracle, or they just don't care, no one notices his escape. The whole place is void of life, the way he is feeling inside.

Tyrone was probably in his auto shop working his anger away, while Hendryx still hadn't come back since he left in the morning.

Max is probably training on his own, and Jethro getting lost in his thoughts. The Philistine brothers are probably napping, as they always do whenever they get the chance, and Cozen is probably holed up at the gym.

And Jaxen...

"Onyx, are you going to leave?"

Jaxen is standing before him, a tired and melancholic smile rests on his lips.

"Jax, I was just—" He sputtered, not knowing what to say. Should he lie? But he was already caught in the act, so why bother? But a white lie wouldn't hurt, they're best friends after all. And just the mere thought of leaving Jaxen in this hell hole while he escapes is making him throw up.

You are so disgusting, Onyx. How could you be so selfish? Even after putting their lives on the line on multiple occasions?

"Nyx?" He was brought back to the present when the younger tapped him on the shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Jax." Was all he good say. Ah, fuck. He's getting teary again. He balled his fist to stop it from trembling.

Jaxen nods. "Don't be. You're scared, and it's a completely normal reaction to run away when you are afraid of something right?" He smiled at him before turning his back, urging him to follow through the long, dark hallway. "Follow me." He whispers.

Their entire journey was quiet. It was awkward, but he can't be picky, no?

"We're here," the younger boy said in a hushed voice.

That's when Michaelis noticed the place. It's a room made of glass and timber frames.

A dome-shaped greenhouse, his mind supplied.