MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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RAIN POV

Tires squelching on the muddy path can be heard even through the pulled-up windows. The weather was shit last night, and it rained for hours. It was pouring from heaven and earth. Today is slightly better, meaning it's not raining right now. The sun is still hidden behind the thickness of the dark clouds, and the rain should come back soon.

I blew into my hands, trying to warm them up in this cold, but that won't work. This damn thing doesn't have heating, not that I can say that I'm surprised. A cement truck is not the highest of the technology.

'Backpack. There's a thermo bottle in there. I made you tea in case you got cold. Use it to warm yourself up, baby.'

'You did?'

He just smiled at me and then looked back at the path, slowly inching closer to wherever.

He said he knows a good spot where no one will find Nolan. Ever. And the spot is a remote, abandoned park of sorts. Basically, it's just a pile of trees and mud in the middle of nowhere.

I took a few sips of the hot tea which warmed me up, and then hugged the bottle closely, warming the rest of myself up.

One car in front to lead the way, and two in the back, the guys all came with us when we told them about the plan.

Jimin knocked Nolan out and he's currently in the car in front, guarded by Namjoon and Yoongi. Taehyung and Hoseok are bringing the casket we picked up this morning. Jin, Kookie and Gyumin are covering our asses from the back, and Jimin is driving the truck filled with liquid concrete. Said he wanted to be the one to seal his fate.

Jimin honked, signaling for the rest of them that we're there, and everyone stopped. We hopped out of the truck, and instant cold slapped me in the face. Fuck it's cold.

The guys all got out as well, with the back car bringing shovels.

'Where?' Jungkook asked, flinging one shovel over his shoulder

'There.' Jimin pointed to a piece of muddy land under the cover of the trees, and the 4 of them walked there, starting on that grave

It took them barely 20 minutes to dig 6 feet, but they were breathing heavily and tiredly, which was mostly the cold's doing. The small clouds of fog coming from their lips were enough of a sign.

I looked at Taehyung and before I said a word, he nodded, and took off with Hoseok to bring the casket, while Namjoon brought Nolan over, passed out still, and hanging over his shoulder with his arms and legs tied up. 

'I'm sort or relieved that you're still so disturbing.' Yoongi smirked at me, making me chuckle a little

'Just giving him back what he gave me. It's his own idea.'

Jimin stabbed a shovel he used in the pile of dirt before him, and walked over to me.

'The ground is all ready for him. He should be nice and comfortable.'

They brought the coffin to the dug up hole and Namjoon threw Nolan in like he's a toy and not a person, waking him up with the slam.

Nolan opened his eyes as if he was slapped awake, and squinted when the light surprised him. It only took one look around, and the panic took over. Scanning the wodden box that will soon become his eternal home, he thrashed in fear, trying to set his hands free.

He was screaming and tossing, but the tape on his mouth kept him muffled, and I wanted to hear him beg and cry, so I walked to him and ripped it off.

'Don't do this! Rain don't-' His own scream cut him off, a knife in his thigh turning the inside of the casket crimson