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

Chapter Three

  Yoongi sat in his cell patiently. He knew eventually he would be let out. One day he would be lead to the lab and be looked at, poked and prodded. Eventually. He didn’t know how long it took Hoseok to break but he was determined not to. He sighed and didn't glance at the door as a tray of food was pushed in. The thought of even getting up made his bones heavy. He blinked and continued to stare up at the ceiling. Looking at the tray itself was too much effort. He didn't need to look to know that it was his food. There was no other reason why he would hear tin scrapping against cement.

  Subject three opened his mouth to speak, instead he breathed out heavily. His breath seemed to hang above him like a heavy cloud. He wondered if somebody would be able to make breath tangible enough to fall ontop of a victim. That would be an odd cause of death. He blinked once again and let the thought flee his mind as he felt the usual burning in his body as people walked by his door. When he was a child, the random burning scared him, he couldn't understand why his body warmed every time someone came near. But now he knew, it was death. Everytime someone came near him he could sense them, and whenever he touched them, they died. Maybe that was why he was in solitary confinement. It wasn't torture, it was what he deserved. It was the only way to stop him from killing. His life was screwed up, he was screwed up, and this was how he was going to keep his friends safe.

Yoongi forced himself up and he looked at his food. He could eat the mush that was on the tray, but he didn't want to eat. How could he.

Sighing he made his way to the door. Lifting his hand he rapped on the door. Yoongi felt his eyes grow tired and heavy from the simple movements. "I'm due for my appointment by now." He didn't care that he was to be poked and prodded, cut and measured, he cared that it finished faster. If they were to cause him pain, it would be better for all of them if it was done fast. He listened to see if perhaps there would be any answer, there was not.

It wasn't until the sun had long since gone down (not that he could see such a thing in a closed cell) and the usual scent of antibiotics that followed the cleaning crew flew around that the guards responded. Yoongi was resting when they first came in, his arms a makeshift pillow as he rested upon the hard cement. Neither were able to cushion him when the guards started pounding their heels into his stomach. Weary and bruised subject three did nothing. He let them slam their batons into his bones, he let them laugh and jeer at them. He could have stopped them, he could have reached out a hand and let their deaths consume them, however he knew he could not. If he did, he would have to witness those close to him being tortured.

  As always he kept his head down. The guards leaned close to him, their dank breath filling the air around him. He could make a snide comment, but he didn't. Subject three allowed them to wrap the cool chains around his weary body. He didn't shiver or shake when the chill of the metal hit him. Their bodies were too close. He could feel the itch of his abilities. He could see every old wound and ailment they had. If he closed his eyes, he could see them come back, see the guards bodies fall apart in front of him.

  Yoongi caught his breath and let the feeling dwindle away.

  He couldn't harm another person, he feared what they would do to his family if another guard fell because of him. Subject three grit his teeth and banished the thoughts. He was their punching bag, he gave them no reason to harm another loved one. Yoongi let them strap him onto the metal slab in the lab, he said nothing when they tightened it much too far, leaving him with swollen hands and feet. His gaze never left the wall. He ignored all whispers of him being soulless, of being a puppet and unhuman.

  "Get the patient in. Do not bruise, him, you must make sure that." Yoongi heard the scientist walk in but ignored it all. He knew the scientist was not talking about him, he was damaged goods. Just something to look at. "I didn’t ask for subject three, why is he here." Without warning guards grabbed at Yoongi and prepared to pull him out. He kept his eyes trained on the wall. "Just leave him there."

   It was sheer curiosity that led Yoongi to look at the patient. He recognized the man. The weary face had passed through the halls many times. Once the patient was a guard, however, he offered  himself up for the virus. Whatever the virus was Yoongi did not know, he wasn't keen to know either. But that didn't stop him from watching as the guard was strapped into one of the opposing  tables. It didn't make his eyes start focusing on the wall either. Instead he kept his focus on the patient. The scientist injected the patient with a serum, barely giving his assistant time to scramble after him and clean up as the strict details of science were adhered to.

Yoongi thought he would have to wait hours upon hours for a result, but instead it only took moments. The patient was gasping for air and turning a striking shade of purple. If he were a grape it would be a handsome look, but on a human, it certainly meant something was wrong. He was ready to look away, to label it as the virus they planned to create. But the body did something that was very certainly odd. Within moments of turning purple it yellow, then green, and seemed to amass colors like bruises on an apple. That didn’t last long because without warning the body deflated. It was as if all the flesh in the body turned to liquid. The skin hung to his bones like cloth over furniture and what couldn't stand pooled on the table.

The shock he had didn't last long, it couldn't when the first thing the Scientist did was storm out of the room. With that occurrence there was no way Yoongi would be released anytime soon. He would be made to sit there until the Scientist came back, the guards didn't care.

  Subject three completely ignored Namjoon as he ran about the room. Subject three ignored him when the patient was dumped into a pail with the intent to toss the body as if it were pure trash and not the corpse of a human. But Yoongi felt the boiling anger fill him. Nobody in the facility cared for lives. Everyone was disposable even one of their 'own'. If he had a chance to protect his own, he would never betray them, their pain would be his, and he would never let them down. But the so-called 'normal' humans didn't feel such loyalty. He closed his eyes resorting to listening as the assistant moved around the room. He couldn't trust anybody that was in the room with him, he was alone.