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

Chapter 25

  
Yoongi pulled at his ragged collar, following his younger friend as they as they trenched through the undergrowth of the forest. He was tired of trudging around. It had only been two days, two days since he had left the facility. His bones were weary and heavy, and every moment made him feel as though he had been at it for months, years even. "Just two days, it feels like longer, doesn't it."

  "It feels shorter to me." Hoseok shook his head and clenched his fists, letting the electricity flow through his body, keeping his nerves active and frayed. "It feels like any moment they will jump on us and tell us it was all a joke. Maybe our escape was just a game. Maybe the girl is a way to make us weak."

  "Maybe." Yoongi sighed, letting his friend spew all the negatives. Hoseok wanted to hide his happiness under his negativity, he was scared to be happy. He recognized it, he had taught Hoseok how to live with hooded eyes. His lips itched from the mention of Yunghee. Everytime he looked at her he remembered how they stood so close in the hallway. The way her fingers gripped at his sleeves, trying to steady herself in her confusion. He remembered chill of her soft lips as they burned him with the cold. How despite the freeze she put within him he could feel heat building between them. It had been a long time since he had touched a woman. Kissing used to be so meaningless to him, but after giving one away after so long, it felt valuable to him.

  "I don't see anything." Hoseok kicked at the leaves.

  "Seok!" Yoongi grabbed his friends shoulder, tugging him roughly. "We have to be careful to leave as few marks as possible. We have no idea how far Taehyung took us from the crash. If we are close, then we must not leave ways for them to track us."

  "I know." Hoseok sighed heavily and looked up into the rooftops. He smelt the agitated soil hitting his nose as he leant down to the ground. Pinching a leaf he brushed it along the ground, erasing the jagged mark and trying to make it look as natural as possible.

  "Let's turn back around. We have enough set up." Yoongi closed his eyes, finding peace in the moment. So few people were around him, so few to feel clawing at his eyes, beginning to be examined, exposed by his ability. He still had a hard time controlling his ability when he got tired. He would see every flaw in the person, every injury and means of death. But it wasn't all now. He could heal. Or, it was just a fluke.

  "I'm getting hungry too." Hoseok whined, letting out his more childish side. A moment without the eyes, without the fear of betrayal. Hoseok wanted a moment to be a kid.

  "I know." Yoongi glared at his friend, easily growing annoyed. "Walk faster if you're that bothered." The two had an energy between them. It filled the busy forest, smothering the cries of birds and the crackling of leaves. When they were side by side it was only them. They were more than just friends, they were brothers.

  "I am, but your tiny legs can't keep up." Hoseok's lips parted, curling into a ravenous smile. Yoongi clenched his teeth, glaring at the younger boy. He wouldn't give a single breathe to this friend, he wasn't worth it. He had heard lots of their height jokes, each one as unoriginal as the last. It was all fun and games, but they didn't need a response. Hoseok deserved one least of all.

  Their steps lost their strength when they came upon the raggedy house. Already they could smell cooking fish. There was nothing to hear of course, the boys were being quiet. Yoongi entered the house, scowling when the smell of rot and dust mingled in his nose. He tried his hardest to focus on the scent of cooked fish, but he was being particular. He didn't want to smell the moist destruction that was wrecking havoc upon the house, the smells reminded him too much of his cell where he would count the drops of water as they fell from emerged pipping. It was illogical how the whole institution was immaculate and advanced, yet their cells were substandard. He supposed they just made the cells before they came, and purhaps they didn't care for the standard then. Because it wouldn't be inhabited by normal people. Just by mutants.

  "Did you see anything?" Namjoon looked up from the decaying staircase he was leaning against. It moaned as he pushed off it, chipping off a rotting piece of wood from the railing.

  "There was nothing." Hoseok spat out, instantly getting riled up. "Nothing looked similar to the terrain we were over in the plane, no civiliation, and no Prima. Happy?"

  "Very." Namjoon nodded with a plastic smile on his face. With a roll of his eyes his face was focused on Seokjin. "There is enough fish for everyone to have one, Seokjin will hand them out as he finished cooking them. Don't push or fight, respect him."

  "Are you telling us that?" Hoseok wondered aloud, his head tilting as he levelled the improptu leader with a look of contempt. Of course, the real mutants needed no rules. They were the real people in their world. It was Namjoon and his pretenders that needed that. They were the real deviants, the soulless ones that needed reminders of true humanity.

  Taehyung moaned against the railing he had his head pressed agaisnt. His eyes were unfocused but had clear frustration. He wanted to yell at Hoseok, he wanted to fight for himself, he wanted to move, but once again he was thrown into a sensitive position and rendered immobile by his abilities. His frustration was growing with each moment he had to stomach the presence of the mutants, of himself. But Taehyung was still unable to focus these thoughts, instead they sauntered through his mind. Illusive.

  "You'll be fine eventually." Jimin pushed Taehyung's head lightly, making the former techie frown before dropping his head in Jimin's lap. Jimin pressed his lips together revealing his conflicted thoughts. His emotions couldn't help but fly out, easily read by all.

  "So, what are we going to do with him?" Yoongi walked by Taehyung with a stiff grimace. It repulsed him to be housing the monster. He could see every thought running through Jimin's mind. He could tell the kids nature. His ability was strength, his priority was safety. He was a guardian. The whole time he was trapped, experimented on by monsters, he witnessed Jimin being protective over the most ridiculous of things. He would get upset when he saw any subjects being mistreated. He was an abnormality. It was easier for Yoongi to forgive Jimin. He hadn't, not yet. He still held a special grudge against the trio for being born into the company, for being the ones with an easy life. But he was on his way to forgiving Jimin.

  "We could just throw him out." Hoseok grumbled as he took a cooked fish from Seokjin. He hissed softly in pain before using his fingers to pull at the meat. The juice smothered his fingers as he pushed the meat through his lips.

  "We should keep him with us." Yunghee stood up straight and shuddered at the looks she was receiving, their attention was threatening for her. She could feel it in the air, their questions as to what right she had to speak. She had no idea of their life, of their problems, yet she had the nerve to open her mouth and pretend she did. "He betrayed you guys, but he also saved you. If he hadn't helped out then nothing would be happening right now. You would all still be in a plane while Jimin and I, I don't know. I have no idea what we would be doing. We would have no way to track you guys."

  "That doesn't change the fact that he hates us, and himself." Yoongi eyed her, he felt satisfaction in how she squirmed from his gaze. Flushing in embarrassment, doubting her every opinion. "With the amount of hatred he holds, do you really find it that hard to believe that he could betray us once again? It would not be hard. Besides he is quite weak, it wouldn't be hard for him to decide that us dying was okay as long as he was the one that stood out. He's always been a selfish bastard."

  "Yoongi!" Namjoon snapped, resisting the urge to push Yoongi. Not roughly, but enough to get his point across, but he understood that wasn't the wisest choice. "His actions may not have been the best but he is family."

  "Yours maybe, but not ours." Hoseok spoke through the fish in his mouth.

  "He is." Seokjin handed Jungkook the next cooked fish, finally joining the conversation. "He is our family, we are all in this together. We are all mutants, we are all fighting for our lives, we are family through circumstance. If we want to survive we have to rely on each other and trust one another."

  "I'd accept the princess over there before I accept that asshole into our family." Hoseok didn't spare a single glance to Yunghee as he spoke, he didn't care for her, he as just making a point.