Midnight Game [EDITING]

four - revenge

TW: mentions of suic*de

before this chapter begins I just wanted to say a huge thank you for those of you who are reading! I am glad to announce that this piece was ranked #387 in horror! I know that may not be very impressive to some, but It's a huge honor considering this is my first story, so thank you!
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"Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper, like pieces of broken glass that I can't reverse"

*Third Person POV*

It was like a broken cassette tape, playing the same footage once again right before the boys eyes. Only five of them were left in the house when they saw it: The same exact sight they witnessed when their youngest was murdered. Another one of the youngest friends was subject to the Midnight Man.

No one could possibly imagine how those kids felt that Halloween night. They were all slowly entering insanity.

A low laugh echoed through the hallway and raised the hairs on their necks, interrupting their grieving silence over their second dead friend. Taehyung jumped and gritted his teeth at the sound, shifting from depressed to infuriated in an instant and the boys glanced over at him with concerned looks on their faces.

That's it, I-I can't do this anymore, I've had enough of this crap. I'm calling the police", Taehyung burst out.

The 4 other boys' eyes immediately went wide as they stared at the youngest left in their group.

"Don't. You can't use your phone, it's against rules, seriously I don't want to lose you too", Jhope managed to let out through his emotional breakdown. None of them were in the mental state to deal with the death of yet another friend.

Taehyung laughed menacingly, his gaze turning dark almost immediately at Jhope's words. "And you still want to live, after everything that we saw?! We're all going to die either way tonight. If you lose the game, he kills you quickly. If you win the game, you become an emotional wreck and you'll probably want to kill yourself anyways", he spat.

"Don't say that. What happened w-was terrible. That's why we need to prevent it from happening ever again, okay? We have to endure this, together.", Namjoon finished the last part in practically a whisper.

For a second, all emotion left Taehyung's eyes. He became stoic, like a statue; inhuman. Than he finally stated, "If I finish this game, he leaves untouched and I leave mentally insane; who really wins here? He does. If there is any chance at all that I can make him lose, I'm taking that chance." A single tear rolled down his cheek as he dug his phone out of his pocket.

"P-please put it away Tae, were begging you", Suga cried, reaching out his hand. But all Taehyung did in response was turn the phone on and slide to the emergency phone option, dialing 911 with his shaky fingers.

But before he could press the call button, the phone had already slid across the room, a bloody fingerprint staining the screen.

*Taehyungs POV*

Why? Why were we stupid enough to play this game and let our curiosity get the better of us? I suddenly felt a pit in my stomach realizing what Jungkook and Jimin went through as I felt the excruciating pain of being circled by the Midnight Man. It felt like I was slowly suffocating and there was nothing to do to stop it. The worst part was knowing my friends who had tried to convince me against my actions were on the other side, having to witness this all. My vision was completely black when the nightmare began.

I was walking down a hallway lazily, tripping over my own two feet. I must have been drinking, I thought to myself. A hood loomed over my eyes and I sucked on my chapped lip, which was burst open and bleeding. It was then that I stopped in my tracks by my parents bedroom.

I saw my dad who must've also been drunk, which I assumed from the beer bottles messily scattered on the table beside him. He was standing directly in front of my mother and began to hit her without hesitation and I heard her wince in pain. I wanted to look away but for some reason, my eyes were frozen to the sight before me. I couldn't believe that my dad would be so cruel, the dad that I've looked up to all my life. All I felt in that moment was anger.

Without thinking, I ran in and reached for one of the beer bottles resting on the table, hitting it against the surface creating a sharp weapon. I then reached for my dad and immediately pierced the bottle through his stomach, tears shedding from my eyes as I did so. I continued to stab him as the sounds of my his and my mother's screaming cries filled the room which would soon become a murder scene. The screams suddenly came to a halt as my father's lifeless body fell to the floor, his white shirt now stained with blood as well as mine. I dropped the beer bottle to the floor and gazed over my shaky hands which were drenched in that same blood. All I could do was scream at the top of my lungs in guilt. I leaned back on the bedroom wall and slowly slid down, gasping at what I just did.

I killed my inspiration, my supporter in life, my friend; my father.

"You'll pay for that", the Midnight Man hummed and I went numb, remembering that this was just a nightmare and what was about to happen would be much more painful than what I just faced.

"I-I'm sorry", I pleaded, rising from the floor as suddenly it was just the two of us.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it. Especially since you tried to call the police. The Midnight Man doesn't like when people try to get him in trouble", he sneered and I felt a tight grip on my arm. "You don't deserve a quick death like your friends. You deserve a much slower one." As those words escaped his twisted black lips, I felt the bones in my left arm crack slowly as I shouted in pain. My ligaments began to split apart and it felt as if I was being slowly ripped to shreds as the last bit of my arm was torn from the shoulder aggressively. I bit down on my lip harshly, causing the cut to only deepen, the taste of blood filling my mouth. I couldn't hold back my tears as the intense pain continued. He reached for my other arm and I felt myself go dizzy and weak as blood was continuing to spill from the spot my left arm once was. That's all I could remember before passing out and hitting the cold, wooden floor.

No Tae my bias 😭 If you weren't aware, the nightmare sequence is inspired by BTS' I Need U MV, which is where the gif is from. I really hope this story isn't becoming too repetitive for you guys.