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

Chapter Two

Seokjin folded his hands on top his lap as he listened to the guards walking by his room. He felt sleep clawing at his eyes but just as his lids tried to succumb, a felt a rod jam into his spine, jolting him awake. Instantly his arms lit aflame. He could feel the heat burning at his skin and smell what was left of his sleeves burning to crisp. It was hell for him. For days he had sat in his cell unable to sleep. He could hear Jungkook's loud snores and Hoseok's whines, but as soon as his mind grew weary and clouded like theirs, a guard was there to smack him awake. The scent of mildew and dust had grown so strong in his waking dreams that he could almost see daisies each time he sniffed the air. His wakefulness was a curse, an event that was purposefully thrust upon him. He knew what it was, another nightmare, another set of torture. He attempted to pat out the flames and sighed when they continued building he had no hope of removing them.

"Can't keep your flames to yourself?" A guard laughed heartily as Seokjin struggled to stay awake. His fingers curled and his lungs burned, he didn't even want to think of how much his back ached. His head spun and he leaned it back as he tried to stop his wheezing. His fingers groped at the open air again as he deliriously imagined his inhaler was within reach. "Looking for your breath bottle?" Seokjin ignored the guard and stared at the walls, trying to see past the darkness in front of him. His body shook with pure weariness as he remembered what it was like hearing Hoseok groaning and forcing laughter with each beating. He remembered each pained yawn as the kid tried to endure the torture before them.

The mere thoughts sent flames through his body, on his body, he was surrounded. His inhibitions were completely removed and every sensation sent him into a flaming mess. Quite literally. Seokjin looked up as his cell door creaked open. He wasn't surprised that it was finally his time to be examined. He wished it could have come sooner so that he could have slept more, but that would have removed that torture, he supposed. His body flickered up in flames once again as he stood up and held out his arms. Instantly his wrists were wrapped with that odd wool, his nose rolled at the smell of chemicals and he could feel his skin about to itch. Whatever flame retardant they soaked the cloth in never failed to send pink hives trailing up his body, itching his skin and leaving him in discomfort. He yawned and looked at the guard knowing what was coming.

"Time to see the boss man huh?" SeokJin said as he allowed the guard to roughly grab his arm and drag him along to the lab. "Suppose you can let me know what's going on with Yoongi. When is he coming back?" Seokjin eyed the guard warily, feeling protective as always for the other subjects. They were like his little brothers, he would fight for them. But he doubted he would be able to. His eyes rolled in their sockets and he stumbled as sleep called to him.

"Shut up." The guard growled out and glared at Seokjin. He felt a twitch in his body before he jumped at the guard, fire flew through his body and his lungs ached before he collapsed to the ground wheezing and trying to catch his breath. His eyes teared up as he tried to power through the asthma attack, his throat burned as he tried to pull in air and force breathing. He barely got air in him before the guard kicked him in his stomach. Seokjin choked and clutched at his throat, the wool scrapped against his neck as he clawed as if it would force breathing. "Get moving pansy." The guard grabbed his bicep and pulled him through the halls. "Don't worry, the Scientist has a space cleared for you in the lab. You won't miss your examination this time."

Seokjin felt a tremour rock through his body leaving his neck sore and stiff as he stumbled after the guard. Sleep deprivation. It was destroying his sanity. His powers were uncontrollable and everything he did gave him asthma, he was using his powers too much, he just needed a break. His eyes burned as his eyes moistened. All he needed was sleep, just a little bit. A yawn tore at his throat as he found himself once again the white lab. He couldn't recall ever sitting down, but he was already on a chair with his straps holding him down. His head ached as he tried to keep immobile.