WINGS || Taehyung

#44 - Check and Mate

Taehyung let out a ground rumbling roar as his hands tore away from each other, the rope tearing apart like it was paper. Lunging forward, he caught Hijin off guard, his hands wrapping securely around his throat.

You watched in horror as you saw Taehyung's body shaking. You couldn't swallow the scene in. You almost let out a scream when you noticed that his body was shaking not with rage, but because it was growing. He was growing.

His hands grew larger, the fingers growing long and slender and his fingernails turning deadly sharp. His legs grew muscled as they ripped through his pants; the shirt he wore tore at places where they couldn't accommodate his growing, muscling back and chest. He hadn't stopped growing until he was at least seven feet. Your knees wobbled so vigorously that they almost buckled.

You felt a shoulder suddenly bump into you, throwing you off your feet. Landing on the floor with a thud, you groaned as you noticed the circle of men and women that had been surrounding you earlier, had gone berserk. Growing into heights ranging from six to seven feet, all of them ran or flew from one end to another as they threw punches at whomever they could. It was a damned brawl. Never ending streaks of colors from maroon to gray to black to white flashed across your eyes in the speeds of light. You looked around in panic, and you had turned around just in time to see Yoongi attacking Hoseok, throwing him off his feet and onto the floor, Yoongi's wings spreading behind him - a blinding ivory pair.

If it weren't for the current circumstances, you would have no doubt gaped at them, and probably complimented him for owning such a beautiful pair. But words flew right out of your head the moment you saw Hoseok counter attack Yoongi, swinging his now muscled arm to his face. Out of sheer luck or honed skill, Yoongi dodged it, greeting Hoseok's stomach with a punch so forceful, he was sent flying backwards, giving Yoongi enough space to stand up and take a breath. He began looking around and while you fidgeted with the rope that was cutting into your flesh, you wondered for a second if it was Namjoon he was searching for.

Namjoon - where the hell was he?

As if in cue, a female voice shouted, 'Namjoon! Come back here, you coward!' And Namjoon almost tripped over his own clumsy feet as he heard her. His mother. He couldn't possibly face her. Not now. And she wouldn't possibly harm her only son...would she?

He kept running, not risking a glance that he could very well have taken, if only to save himself. He felt a hand wrapping around his throat and yanking him down. He should have never doubted his own mother's strength - or her mercy. With predatory stillness, his mother loomed over him, her eyes rimmed with such clarity of red and yellow, that he could have sworn she was nothing more than a warrior - a warrior doing her job. The job of killing - purging those who weren't needed. There was no such thing as family, not here.

He didn't stop her, didn't ask for her mercy, nor did he scream - his mother's nails, long and edgy came down with brutal force, ripping his chest open, enough for him to open his mouth in a silent scream before she mauled him, her fingers piercing his eyes. And just like that, her son, the coward, the traitor, Kim Namjoon, was dead.

You knew it had served him right, for betraying Jin and killing him - but you couldn't help but feel queasy. He still didn't deserve such a horrible death. Your heart was hammering in your rib-cage, threatening to jump out of the confines of it as you watched the horrific scene. You saw the woman leaping to her feet, and to anybody else it would've seemed like she was wiping away the blood from the face. But you could have sworn she had shed a few tears, if not none.

In the center, Taehyung who had Hijin in his hands was furious as he threw punches after bone breaking punches and with every fist he hit with on his face, you heard a sickening crack. You moved your legs just in time to miss a knife that had been thrown to a man standing in front of you, him falling onto the ground, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It looked like as though he was watching you. An involuntary shiver raked your body; you had to move. Now.