Doom, Death, and Destruction (A Tale of Superpowered BTS)

Chapter One

  Hoseok gulped in air as he struggled to breathe. His nose ached and was running endlessly, he couldn't spare a single aching hand to wipe his nose before he was dunked into the water again. The cold liquid burned his throat and he screamed struggling against the rubber he was locked in. When he was pulled out of the water again he looked at the mirror in front of him with a toothy smile.

  "Is that all you have?" His voice croaked and he laughed hoarsely before he found himself enveloped in water again. Hoseok's closed his eyes to stop the salt from burning at his eyes. He folt his body spasm in the water as his limbs shook and moved of their own violation. Once again he screamed wordlessly, pulled out of the water just as his body was ready to act in self-preservation. "What did the Eel say to the fish?" He said to the room with a slick smile, he was already laughing at his own joke. "Eel  slay you later." He broke out into laugher before he slammed into the water. His ears popped at the certain pressure and he sneered into the water as he tremors pulled at his skin again.

  It was an endless cycle. He was dragged from his cell only to be probed and tortured. Each time they stared at him with their cold eyes and smooth voices, they claimed it was for science. They said that it was for the betterment of the world, they said he was going to change the world, he would save it. Yet everyday they found new limits to push, everyday they tortured him and tried to make him break. He would never admit it, but he broke a long time ago. He was no longer a ray of hope, he was a broken clown. He shouted jokes in their faces. It was all he could do. It confused them, it scared them. How could he joke as he was being tortured? How could he laugh when he was being experimented on? They didn't seem to realise he stopped joking a long time ago, that his laughter was nothing but a scream of pain.

  Hoseok panted, he coughed and chocked on water as his stinging eyes stared right at the mirror. "What do you think doc? Need another run?" He laughed again, his body shaking in the air. The rubber restraints squeaked in protest as their captive choked on the water spilling from his lungs. "How about this time I try and make the view a little more electrifying." Hoseok cackled as he swung to the side of the room. The restraints moved along the ceiling till he was hovering over the ground. "What? Over already?" He smiled wider and he felt his heart thump in fear as the doors opened to reveal men covered in non-conductive materials. "Hello boys, come to join the party?" His body stiffened as one of the guards yanked on a cord that dropped him to the group. His body hit the ground with a thump and he blindly stared their way.

  "Careful with Subject One." A man clothes in red walked into the room. His thin lips were weary and seemed to be permanently white from pulling them into a grimace. "While my assistant records the information, I am here to check on your body." The scientist spoke in the same droll voice he always did as the guards heaved Hoseok up. The young-adult was barley kept up by the faceless men. His lips that were once elegant like fresh petals were like crumpled paper bags, dried out and thin, pulled into bubbling prunes by the water. He could barely hold his head up as his body worked against him, shaking and trembling as if trying to send an enemy away.

  "You must really love me, you're always checking me out." Hoseok coughed out a laugh, not letting it change to a scream as one of the guards dug a heated baton into his back. The scientist glared at the guard, not for hurting the subject, but rather for affecting the results.

  "I assure you my ego can withstand his petty jokes, next time don't hurt him unless he acts out." The scientist went through his regular checks. Blood pressure, heartbeat, oxygen saturation, things he couldn't even remember. It all was just pricks and prods to him. Hoseok couldn't remember every thing that was done to his prone body. He couldn't remember how many it had been since he was first tortured, he could barely even remember the face of his older sister. All he knew was the scientist and his fellow experiments. His subjects. Hoseok claimed the rest, subjects 2-4. He was the first to arrive, so he would be the first to be tortured, experimented on. He knew they would have to go through what he did the next day. But if he did it first and showed them a smile, he hoped they would try and live through it.

  "Done yet doc? Or is this whole thing just riveting for sadists like you." Hoseok said with a hollow laugh. Instead of an answer his body hit the clay floor. Hoseok could have attempted to stand, but he knew how that went. He knew he would flop uselessly. He knew his muscles were too weak from spasming and tensing for him to support himself. Sometimes he let himself flop around and laugh in the guards faces, a feutile attempt to deter them, but it never worked. Nothing broke the guards, they were trained sadists. Useless and absolutely unriveting.

  "Take him back to his cell." The scientist left Subject One of the floor without any regret. He was completely unaffected by the laughter that echoed down the halls or the sound of feet smacking flesh, of the smell of burning rubber. It was the same every day.

  "Who has the honour today, hm?" Hoseok looked up at the clothed faces, his eyes were cloudy and blurred. They still itched from the salt water he was being exposed to earlier. "Is it Empathetic Elly, or Bumbling Bernie." He smiled at the guards before him. He had nicknames for each, it made it a bit more entertaining.....a bit more safe, for the other subjects.

  One of the guards standing in the back stepped forwards, his fingers twitched in the rubber gloves before he reached down and pulled Hoseok up. The guard put his arm around the subjects waist and forced the wobbling man to follow him.

  "Bumbling Bernie it is! Nice to see you again kid." Hoseok chimed, he tried to laugh but all that sounded was a wheez. The Guard pursed his lip and didn't respond. His face was hidden behind the cloth. His thick lips were hidden, not showing the pained grimace on his face. "So, did you enjoy the show? I tried my...hardest." Hoseok choked again and his body shook as another tremor shook his body.

  Instead of answering Jimin continued dragging the subject to the cell. He couldn't speak to the man he carried. Once a week Jimin was the one to take the subject to his cell. Once a day the subject would ask who was taking him, but every guard knew he memorized the timetable. Once a session, the subject would smile at him with his trembling lips before hitting the ground like a rag doll. But every second Jimin would have to remind himself he wasn't supposed to care.

  At least, that's what Hoseok was announcing to the empty halls.

  "That's your name right Bernie? Jimin?" Hoseok chuckled and shook his head. "I make a good narrator right? How well do you think I did? Spot on or no?" The Guard tightened his grip and walked faster. the Subjects feet tangled and slid against the floor as he tried to keep up. Hoseok knew he was right. He could see the repulsive pity in those brown eyes every time he was thrown back in cell. He could picture the broad shoulders as the guard walked away, as Jimin walked away.

  Hoseok felt his chest squeeze with anxiety as they turned a corner, one step closer to his prison. He didn't know what was worse anymore. Was it seeing subject four (Jungkook he reminded himself) sitting in his cell with blank eyes, unfeeling to the world. Or perhaps it was seeing SeokJin seething in the corner, his eyes burning with rage every second, looking like any second he would turn to smoke, his soul swirling away like the sparks tumbling with fury away from the fire. But today, he knew the thing that would give him the most pain was not seeing Yoongi.

  Hoseok felt his voice catch in his throat when he passed cell three, empty. "So, hyung's not back yet huh?" The Guard remained silent. Tears pulled at Hoseok's eyes as his twitching fingers failed to pull themselves into fists. "Say something for once! Or are you just gonna be some mute mutt, hunting for affection from its worthless master!" Hoseok said, ending his words with a rasp. He could feel it before it happened, his body regaining strength. He squeezed his eyes shut with dread as the energy coursed through his veins. The electricity was like rods in a rag doll, they forced him to shoot up and stand straight. His body screamed in pain as he shook. The power ached, it burned him and taunted him, reminding him how weak he was. He opened his mouth to speak, but before his dried out lips could form any curses his eyes had rolled into his head and he hit the ground with a thump.

  Jimin looked down at subject one. His body was frozen and it took himself a moment to remember how to move, how to control his body. "He'll be back soon. I promise." The busanite whispered to the Hoseok before he picked up the scrawny man. With practiced steps he walked down the hall back to the lab leaving subjects two and four staring after him.