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

Chapter Four

  Jungkook screamed and covered his ears. His muscles were screaming and his body refused to stop shaking. His fingers twitched as he tried to block out the noise. But it was far too loud for him, the noise blasting in the room was strong enough that he could feel the sound waves crashing against his body like a merciless storm. His eyes burned and he collapsed against the floor. Tears ran down his face and his throat burned from screaming. There was nothing left in him. He stared blankly at the wall unseeing.

  He was supposed to be strong for his friends. He was supposed to walk into the cell and smile like Hoseok, he was supposed to be silent like Yoongi, and show a brave face like Seokjin. But instead his body was flush against the cement once again. His cheeks slid across the ground, his tears ruining all resistance. He could feel the void around him. It was familiar, it was assuring. It was better than the world in which he lived, he knew it. He didn't need to see in the void, he just knew.

  Jungkook's body lost colour as masses of dark orbs surrounded him. He could feel the energy of the void rubbing its way into his dimension, he could hear its whispers. His hand reached out for an orb. It crackled in the air in response to his proximity then it shot forwards shrieking through the sound waves. He blinked as the orb crashed through the cement walls and destroyed the speakers. Standing up subject four looked at the devastation before him. He smelt the dust wafting through the air, saw the horrified looks of the guards and the anger etched on the face of the scientist. Instead of the fear he should have felt, he only felt the energy around him. The void was consuming him, he could feel it crushing his veins, filling his bones, changing his weaknesses and strengths.

  "What, are you angry?" A feral smile curled at Jungkook's lips as he stared down the watchers. His head tilted and he looked at the orbs that were spawning around him. He felt his soul screaming as the void crushed him. He felt the mirrors of the dimensions centering on him, each dimension was crashing down upon him, overwhelming his senses. Each moment made him colder, unable to properly connect the his world. He raised his hand, the thin sleeve of his uniform slipping to show the dark four etched on his pale forearm. "Or should I work harder?" His slender fingers curled in the air before a guard shot. The dart hit his neck and he hit the ground instantly. He was no longer in the void, and it was no longer in him.






  When Jungkook woke up he was weary and still confused from the drugs. But he knew enough. He refused to open his eyes, instead he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them as he laid on the dirty floor. He hated it, how the scientist always pushed him. The void scared him, he didn't want to touch it, but everyday he was forced to. They said it was for science, but for him it was sheer stupidity. It wasn't right, he shouldn't be touching it. Every time he touched the void it felt as though he lost a piece of himself to it. He lost connection to his world. He was scared one day he would be stuck in the in between, the void would become his home and he would become the void.

He bit his dry lip as thoughts assaulted him. He bit until blood speckled his mouth. He tried not to cry. He tried to be strong.

But in the end Jungkook was crying. He couldn't hear himself crying, the noise they had bombarded him with had left his eardrums thrumming. He was weak, or so he convinced himself. He was not as strong as his brothers in arms, he was the youngest, the weakest link. He couldn't hear who it was, but he could feel someone reach out to rest their hand on his head. Jungkook whimpered and moved closer to them, desperate for the warmth of the real world. He didn't need the void, he needed his friends.

  "I don't want to do it anymore. I just want to go home." Jungkook said with a croak. His fingers twitched, aching to rub his dry throat.

  "I know kid, one day I'll take you back myself." He ruffled Jungkooks hair before standing up and walking away, his shoes scrapping across the floor as he left.

  "I don't want to be alone." Jungkook cried out as his nails dug through the thin cloth of his pants to his knees. There was no answer. The only thing that met subject four was silence. It should have been a blessing after what he went through. It should have relieved him. But all it did was remind him of the void.

  He laid there for a long as he could, not moving an inch. He was scared to move, if he did would the guards be watching? Would they beat him? Get angry at him for breaking their things? His breath caught when he opened his eyes to see himself curled up in the experiment room. He was never taken back to his cell. They just abandoned him in the debris.

  "The kid alright?" Jungkook stiffened as he heard one of the guards speaking up.

  "He's fine." Namjoon said as he moved around cleaning. His voice was easily identifiable, he was always muttering to himself as he worked. "Shouldn't you be taking him back to his cell? I did everything I had to already."

  "I can't move him...." The guard's voice lowered and Jungkook could hear some satoori creep in. "I mean, we abused him enough for one day."

  "So you're going to, literally, leave him in the dust." Namjoon questioned incredously.

  "Yeah, you've got a point. I'll tell Major that I am moving him back to his cell."

  "Yeah sure, give him my regards." Namjoon scoffed and walked towards Jungkook. Instantly subject four curled up more in hopes they wouldn't notice he was awake, that he was losing the confusion from the drugs.
 
  "I'll be back in a minute, Joonie." The guard walked off, his feet fading away as went to (supposedly) contact Major.

  Jungkook didn't bother wondering who Major was. He met lots of men that called themselves Major, each with a different face and a different glare. They were all important, they all were out to change the world, and none were his friends, none were good. Each one was evil. His thoughts dissipated as he heard a threatening rumble. His eyes snapped open as a piece of the ceiling crumbled. His lips opened as he tried to warn the lab assistant. Instead he got a taste of dried tears from his lips as the assistant hit the ground, a thin shimmer was the only thing in-between Namjoon and the cement.

  Subject four stared in awe as the lab assistant effortlessly pushed the shimmer away, pushing the danger away from him. His eyes were wide as he watched Namjoon brush off his clothes, his shoulder muscles flexing through his shirt as he did. Instantly Jungkook slammed his eyes shut before Namjoon could turn and see him staring. The lab assistant was one of them, he was a meta, an inhuman. Namjoon was a friendly, he had to be.

  "Jimin, you able to take him back?" Namjoon called out, instantly Jungkook flinched and curled in more. He didn't want the guard back, he wanted to talk to the lab assistant, he wanted to understand. He wanted to know if he was a friend.

  "Assistant Kim, you've been dismissed for your break." A deep unfamiliar voice entered the room. Instead of the busan guard Jimin, a stranger grabbed Jungkook's arms and pulled him though the rubble. The rocks dug into Jungkook's side, he felt tears building in his eyes again, but he didn't have the energy to cry out in pain. Instead he let himself be dragged along the ground like a doll. His tears didn't stop when he thrown into his cell, he didn't stop grasping for a proper hold of his reality, and he didn't stop pretending. He refused to stop pretending. Because if he stopped, then he would have to think about Namjoon.