MONSTER

14- FOR YOU

Jimin dropped off university to achieve his new goal and do something about his past wrongdoings.

He had tried hard to forgive himself after ruining Remi's life and hurting his best pal, Jungkook but he just couldn't.

So he went somewhere he promised himself to never go again.

The Forgotten Liquid.

Lame name for a witch's 'library' as she liked to call her hidden, rotting treehouse deep in the woods just out of Brooklyn.

Nobody knew the weird old woman's name, not even her regular customers.

Jimin had come to this place before in order to get the recipe for how to turn a human into a healer and find more information about his species before turning Remi into one.

The woman looked weirdly at the man searching for the cure of a spell he did but money is money and this was her job.

"Feeling guilty about something, young man?" The wise grandma asked him while he desperately flipped pages and pages of ten different books at the same time.

"I'm way older than you, ma'am." Jimin respectfully said without looking at the witch.

Witches are mortal supernatural beings but way stronger than most, even if they are more vulnerable to death.

Wise and properly educated ones with plenty of experience could do a lot of damage to anyone, human or not. Spells and curses are far from innocent or harmless so all the creatures tried to not get on a witch's wrong side or even cross paths with one.

But Jimin was desperate to do at least one good thing in his life even if it meant to risk his.

"I really need to find a cure for a healer and a vampire. I... I've done something very bad and have regretted it more than anything in my life, please help me." Jimin begged the woman who felt bad for him.

"I've had countless cases searching for a vampire cure but only one succeeded. " she put one finger up.

Jimin hurriedly closed all of the books and paid all of his attention to the witch's words.

"How?" He eagerly asked and tapped his foot on the creaking, wooden floor.

"Sacrifice." She gazed intensely into Jimin's brown eyes.

"Sacrifice?" His perfectly shaped eyebrows frowned.

"Yes, and sacrifice what you might ask? Well, it's the first thing that came into your mind, young man. Whatever it is a human, another creature or even an animal." She shrugged causing the multiple ugly necklaces to dangle along.

Jimin's face fell as he realized that the first thing he thought of was himself.

"I need to kill myself?" He asked, completely dumbfounded and widened his eyes.

"You said it, boy. Not me!" the witch got up from her seat and walked over to her huge bookshelf.

"Come here, I'm too old for this." She sighed and with a single flick of her fingers teleported Jimin, since he was too lost to hear her.

He fell down on his ass as he suddenly wasn't seated on a chair but on thin air and quickly got back up.

"Go up that ladder. At the very end you'll see a big red book, grab it. I can't really teleport it since I can't spot it anywhere." The witch rubbed her temple at her failed attempt to find the book somewhere in the bookshelf.

"Is there another way?" Jimin gulped in fear at the thought of committing suicide.

"Son, the other way is way worse." She said and teleported both of them back on the half-broken wooden table.

"Blow this." She pushed the only source of light, an almost melted huge candle, in front of Jimin and nodded her head.

"Why?" Jimin looked at the woman weirdly.

"Listen young man, do this or else there is no third option." She pointed at the candle.

"Do it." Her demand echoed inside his eardrums.

And he did.

Jimin felt the whole tree house shaking under his feet and heard loud noises as the heavy books and small glass bottles with poisons shattered on the floor.

"Miss?!" Jimin shouted and panicked as the shaking intensified, causing him to fall off his chair.

The witch's evil laugh came from everywhere in the room as if she had multiple clones of herself in every corner of her treehouse.

Maybe she did.

"Welcome to your mind, young man."

Jimin's nose along with his eyes bled and rolled to the back of his head when the floor suddenly disappeared and he started falling into the darkness.

The air around him was freezing cold and Jimin felt like he was drowning in the bottom of an ocean.

He fell for what seemed like an eternity and surprisingly landed on something soft, like a cloud or an incredibly expensive bed.

Jimin blinked multiple times and his eyes went back to normal again. He wiped the blood running down on his cheeks and chin with the back of his hand and almost gagged at the thought of his eyes crying blood.

"What's this? Hello?!" Jimin shouted in the darkness and got up from the mysterious, soft ground.

"You're inside your mind, boy." The old woman's voice rang inside his ears, making him flinch from the high volume.

"You'll go all the way back, travel through your memories, mainly your worse experiences and traumas. If you can overcome them then you'll wake up with both the cures in your hands." She continued.

"If I don't?" Jimin looked around him in all directions, trying to see something.

"You'll go through them over and over again until you finally make it. You won't die, never. You'll just stay unconscious until you succeed." The witch confirmed.

"Good luck, young man. I told you this is worse than death." She whispered the last part, causing shivers to run down every inch of his trembling body.

"Wait!" Jimin shouted.

"Miss?! Hello!" He turned around, desperately waiting to hear an answer.

"Fuck!" Jimin pulled on his hair and fell down on his knees, breathing heavily.

What have I gotten myself into?

Suddenly a bright light broke the pitch blackness from what seemed like a door and lured Jimin in. He walked over the door and peeked his head inside, what he saw made him yell and widen his eyes.

War.

A sudden force of cold air pushed him from behind and the journey through his most traumatic experiences started.

Bangs of guns and bombs filled his head and Jimin looked down at his bloodied hands.

He dusted the mud off of his heavy military uniform that had magically appeared on him the moment he stepped inside the portal.

Jimin let out a deep sharp breath and his face hardened as he saw a crawling, wounded enemy crawling a few feet away.

He smirked cockily and pulled out a small knife from his armed waistband.

Jimin skillfully twirled the small, yet deadly weapon between his fingers and confidently merged towards his easy, first target.

"Game on, fuckers."

He jumped on the injured, dying soldier and repeatedly stabbed his back, putting the man out of his misery in a quick matter while laughing like a maniac.

Jimin continued his aggressive attack even after the man died and shoved the pocket knife deep into his skull, cracking it open and exposing his brain.

He got back and started shouting his lungs out as he ran to fight for his, Remi's and Jungkook's life.

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-Lina 🌹