DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『part two, two』

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× two days later × 

Whoever had Luciel was now streaming torture online. Yoosung kept Jumin out of the room and in the company of Jaehee and Elizabeth as he and a couple of officers watched the screen with great concentration. Their machines beeped as the video started. Yoosung nearly threw up when he saw Luciel laying, almost lifeless, in a puddle of his own blood. Dark bruises peppered his skin and bit marks were littered on his legs. 

"Red door..." Luciel murmured weakly. "Eight silver..." Tears glistened on his face as he spoke. "Fourteen stone...."

The stream ended abruptly. 

"Did that do anything?" Yoosung asked, his eyes wide. The police informed him that it only helped to an extent. Yoosung sank back into the chair and and wrecked his brain for clues that Luciel had given him. 

"Red doors... eight silver?" Yoosung confused himself and sighed. What did it mean? "Fourteen stone? Maybe boulders for decoration..? What was the silver for, then..." Yoosung sighed heavily. He felt like he knew what Luciel as hinting, but then again he didn't know. It was nerve-wrecking and heart-breaking.

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Jumin cuddled Elizabeth. He watched television. He talked with Jaehee. He acted like he was okay, when he really wasn't. He wanted to die. He wanted to be in Luciel's place right now. 

"Do you think... I'll ever see him again, Jaehee?" He suddenly asked her, looking down at Elizabeth's fur. Jaehee had no idea what to say, so she stayed silent for a moment before telling him that it was going to be okay. 

Jumin actually started to get grey hair from all the stress. His eyes had bags under them and his cheeks were sunken in a bit. 

―

It finally clicked. 

Yoosung scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his keys, and his phone. He tripped over the leg go the chair bit then got up quickly, wiping the tears on his cheeks off as he screamed loudly. 

"JUMIN! I KNOW―OUCH! I KNOW WHERE LUCIEL IS!" He was almost shouting with glee, but there was still that desperate edge to his voice. He frantically shoved open the door and grabbed Jumin by the shoulders. 

Jumin screeched, shocked by Yoosung's yelling. 

"Do you have any guns?" Yoosung asked, out of breath. 

The older male nodded, smiling softly. "I-I do... I keep them under my bed. I'll go get them." He rushed into his room and pulled out a case with a small frown, looking at the many weapons he had. He called Yoosung in, grabbing a gun and loading it quickly. 

"Pick one. I've never used these before. But if it's to save him, I'll do anything."

Yoosung stared at the guns and then chose a random one, stuffing it in the back of his jeans after grabbing ammunition. "We gotta go now," the blonde said quickly as he rushed out of the room. "They might move him."

He waited for Jumin to get into the car, and then he stomped on the gas and peeled out of the driveway. He sped down the road and swerved around obstacles. His eyes were pinned on the road. "We'll get him. We'll get Luciel back."

Jumin was excited yet scared at the same time. He could die. But, he could be with Luciel again. That's what he wanted. 

Yoosung stopped the car in front of a huge dilapidated work-house type building. He checked his watch and noticed that it had taken forty-five minutes to drive there. He scowled and then pulled out a gun, motioning for Jumin to do the same. 

The work-house had red gates, eight dirty windows, and fourteen stacks of rocks in the yard. Yoosung flinched at the sight, but he walked straight through the doors and into the huge place. 

Jumin shivered, not liking the looks of the place at all. He gripped the gun tightly in his hands, his eyes narrowing slightly. 

A loud scream made him jerk, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it would've beaten out of his chest. Another scream echoed through the halls. Jumin looked at Yoosung with a look.

As the two walked around, he kept his gun ready and pointed at anything that made a noise. He walked towards the sounds that seemed like Luciel's screams, hoping that they'd find him. 

Yoosung let Jumin lead him, and they walked downstairs looking at the dripping and cracking walls. A voice, presumably Luciel's wailed loudly, screaming "no" over and over again. 

"Jumin... it sounds like Luciel's through that door..." Yoosung pointed at the door at the bottom of the stairs. They were chipped and cracked, but a length of chains were coiled on the ground next to the doors. 

The dark haired male walked down the stairs with caution. He had the gun pointed at the door with a mean glare piercing right though it. 

He looked at the chains and then to Yoosung. 

"Ready...?"

× × × 

Luciel was laying on the floor again. He was sure that eventually he'd bleed out. How pathetic he was, to look like this. To feel like this. Voices came from outside the door, and he assumed it was the people coming back to torture him more. 

His entire body ached, but he had no more tears to cry. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and a hand flew up to his neck. Cold metal touched his throat and he swallowed thickly. He couldn't even fight back at that point. 

The doors opened and Luciel's eyes flicked up and he saw Jumin there, standing in a halo of dusty light, anger flashing in his eyes and a gun aimed behind Luciel. 

"Why...?" Luciel whispered weakly, leaning forward slightly. The knife dug into his skin, but he barely flinched. 

He felt the person behind him wrap an arm around his waist, and their hand clutch his hip painfully. 

"Leave... please.. I don't want you.. either of you to get hurt..." Luciel bit his lip.

The person behind him chuckled and agreed. Luciel felt burning hatred for the person, but was too weak to act on his intentions. 

"I came for you. I'm leaving with you." Jumin raised the gun up a but and fired it. Surprisingly, he hit the one who held the knife in his hands, killing him. Yoosung and Jumin pointed the guns at the other, both of their eyes narrowing as Jumin spoke again. "Let him go.. alive.. and I just might let you live as well..

Yoosung noticed a large amount of dirt on the floor. He sent his foot flying into the dirt, sending it straight into the other male's eyes. 

Luciel let out a pained groan as he was let go and dropped onto the ground. He started to cough. Luciel writhed on the floor, his hands trembling as he saw Jumin's deathly, anything but empathetic eyes. 

Another shot rang out and Luciel flinched on the ground, his arms shaking as much as his body was. Leather was still binding him, leaving him helpless as the other captor dropped onto the floor, dead. 

"Jumin.." Luciel murmured quietly.