Reservoir Princes

Fist, Brain, Power

1916

Jongdae Kim, Age 19

"Chen! Wake up you little scrum!"

Those were the first words I hear as something smacks my face. Startled, I hear bursts of giggles in the distance as the lady's eyes burn into my soul. I bow and try my best to say sorry. The leisure pours into one ear as they shoot out of my other ear. I stand up and dodge another smack in the face. I climb on a classmate's desk and fly out the window. In school, I'm known as "the Mischievous boy with no ears of rules." I turned to the window and winked at the teacher before I dashed off.

The streets were crowded as I made my way to the spot. I walked to a stand and gave the man I see daily a smile.

"It's you again! Get the fuck away from my stand!"

In the streets, I'm known as "the god of destruction". Whatever I don't like, I destroy. I picked up a vase nearest to me. I stared at it and looked up at the man. "It would be ashamed if I dropped this."

"I'll kill you! This vase is belonged to the emperor of Jap-"

I swung the vase towards his face and laughed out loud. "Ops, looks like my fingers slipped." The man yelled in pain as his nose started bleeding.

"OW! Fuck you! I just got my finger wrapped this morning after you broke it the day before! Why are you always picking on me you bitch?!"

I gave him a cold smile before smacking the stand with my fist. "I don't randomly pick on people. I only do this to the slaves of evil." I flipped the stand and kicked it towards him. "Consider this the least I can do." The other people stared at me and were murmuring to each other as I continued on.

I was stopped by the soldiers of Japanese as I turned a corner. They started aiming their guns to my face and speaking in Japanese. "Speak Korean, you bunch of shitheads." I said without fear. They moved in and tried to attack. I was quicker and dodged the bullet. I spun around for a counterattack at the waist. I kicked their ugly faces and stepped on their backs. "This is Korea, learn to speak Korean shitheads." I walked off without caring if they were gonna shoot me in the head.

Baekhyun Byun, Age 20

The necklace spun on my finger as footsteps were near the door. I didn't have to ask who it was when the person knocked. The boy who was always up to no good stood at the door. My mind relaxed as I sank more to the chair I was sitting in. He gave me his usual smile and sat down on a chair with a half lit light. I stopped spinning my necklace and placed it back on my neck. 

"The usual again?"

He nodded and closed his eyes, "Too many traitors giving in to those shitheads." I felt my mind go dark, the sensation of burning the traitors alive gave me a good feeling. In the area, I'm known as "the Brains of a demon." I have the mind to manipulate, the mind to plan, the mind to punish and torture. I was young, but I can challenge the wise and not go down without a cut to the memory of the challenger.

"Looks like he's late again."

I watched as Chen cranked his neck and glanced at the door. "He's always late. As expected of him." Chen said as he leaned back and rested his head on the wall. Xiumin was known to be "the man of Business". He has control of all the trades, stock, and everything that has to do with the water. If someone tries to disobey him, the last thing they will see is a knife fixed in the brain. Three long years of being pain and suffering led us to this status. The fist, the brain, the power. We control this area. No one will dare to overturn us and move us from our thrones. We are the doom and the hell for the Japanese. Not one can stop us, the princes of the Reservoir.