Rise Of The Fallen || KTH FF

Chapter 30:Kidnapped

You sat at the far end of the hideout, your back pressed against the cold wall, trying to process the weight of the recent revelations. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the tension of the conversations still happening between the others. Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon were deep in discussion, trying to piece together the fragments of your father's plans—the plans that had unraveled your life.

But you couldn't stay there, listening to them talk about a man you thought you knew, but now barely recognized. The truth had come crashing down in ways you hadn't been prepared for: your father was responsible for the virus, the chaos, the deaths. And worse, the brother you never even knew existed was the reason for it all. The betrayal stung deeply, like a wound that refused to heal.

You couldn't breathe in that space anymore. Without a word, you slipped out quietly, hoping no one would notice. You didn't want to disturb their strategizing, not when your mind was such a chaotic mess.

The cold night air hit you like a slap, but it was a welcome relief. You needed something sharp, something to cut through the thick fog in your mind. As you walked down the empty streets, illuminated by flickering streetlights, the reality of everything washed over you in waves.

The weight of it was unbearable. How could your father—your own flesh and blood—be behind something so monstrous? The zombies, the destruction, the fear that plagued the world, all stemmed from him. And for what? Revenge? An insane attempt to "right" some wrong that had been festering inside him for years? And then there was the brother—someone you had never known, someone whose existence was a complete shock. The brother your father had been willing to destroy the world for.

Your chest tightened with the overwhelming emotions swirling inside. Anger, confusion, and sorrow all battled for dominance. Your father, the man who raised you, who you trusted, was a stranger now. Everything you thought you knew about him was a lie. The life you'd lived was built on the foundation of secrets he had buried deep. But now, they were surfacing, and you didn't know how to deal with them.

The streets were quiet—eerily so, but you welcomed the solitude. You needed to be alone. No one could understand what you were going through. Not even Taehyung. He had been there for you, sure, but this... this was something you had to face on your own. The night stretched on, and you wandered aimlessly, lost in your thoughts.

The memory of your father's voice echoed in your head: "I did it for him... for your brother."

The words gnawed at your heart. What life had been taken from you without your knowledge? The anger bubbled up again, and you clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. You wanted to scream, to break something, to make sense of the senselessness of it all. How could he have hidden this from you? How could he have used you and the world as pawns in his sick game of revenge?

But even in your rage, you felt a deep sadness. There was a loss you couldn't fully comprehend. Not just of the brother you never knew, but of the father you thought you had. Everything felt shattered now.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the soft rustling in the shadows behind you. It wasn't until you felt a sharp sting in your neck that your awareness snapped back. Panic surged as your hand shot up to the source of the pain. But your vision was already beginning to blur.

The streetlights above seemed to flicker and fade as your legs wobbled beneath you, threatening to give out. You staggered forward, desperately trying to regain control, but your limbs felt heavy, uncooperative. The numbness spread quickly through your body, and your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic rhythm of terror.

You stumbled, your body collapsing to the cold, hard ground. The world around you spun wildly, and just before everything went black, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

When you awoke, your head was pounding, each throb sending sharp waves of pain through your skull. The world was dim, and your vision was still foggy, but you were aware enough to feel the ropes binding your wrists and ankles. You were tied to a wooden chair, the rough material biting into your skin.

You blinked, trying to clear your vision as the surroundings came into focus—a cold, industrial-looking warehouse, the ceiling high above and dim lights casting eerie shadows along the walls. Your heart raced with panic, but you forced yourself to stay calm, to think.

A figure stood in the shadows, watching you.

"Welcome back," a low voice drawled, dripping with malice. The figure stepped forward into the faint light, revealing a tall man with sharp features and dark eyes filled with menace. His expression was one of satisfaction, as if he had been waiting for this moment. You didn't recognize him, but something about his presence was deeply unsettling.

"Mingyu," he said, as if that name should mean something to you. It didn't. "We have a lot to discuss."

Your heart pounded as you tried to speak, your voice hoarse. "What do you want?"

He chuckled, circling you slowly like a predator sizing up its prey. "The device. The one you and your little friends have been playing with." His gaze narrowed, and his tone darkened. "I want it back."

Your blood ran cold. "I don't have it," you spat, your voice stronger now, laced with defiance.

Mingyu's expression hardened. In a swift, sudden movement, his hand lashed out, striking you across the face with brutal force. The impact made your head snap to the side, a sharp, burning pain blossoming across your cheek. You tasted blood.

"You're going to lead me to it," Mingyu hissed, his face inches from yours, "or I'll make sure every single one of your friends suffers for your stubbornness."

You glared up at him, blood trickling from your lip, but you refused to give in. "I'll never help you."

His eyes darkened with anger. "We'll see about that." Then, without warning, he raised a hammer, its shadow falling over you before it came crashing down.

Darkness swallowed you once again.