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

Chapter Twenty-eight

  Taehyung kicked at the empty chip bag on his bed until it crinkled its way onto the carpet of his room. Rubbing the slobber from his mouth he stared up at the ceiling of his room. He was bored. Lonely. It had been six months since the eight mutants had split ways, it was emotional sure, but not for him. He couldn't have been happier to leave, but since he had he missed the company. Two days of chaos had lead to him living a droll life. Everyday he woke up and stared at the ceiling until he got the energy to move. Once he did he would order food and hit his computer. Sometime he looked to see how the others were doing, most times he just studied. He learnt how to speak Klingon, played with his rubix cube (he had a collection now) and practiced coding. It was boring work. He didn't do anything for money, he just made it appear, a special talent of his. When he got really bored he would sit in his closet alone and feel out the void. The memories of it messing with his mind were an odd memory. He couldn't interpret them but he understood them. He had never used his ability after that, not for teleporting at least. But he had found out that he could bend reality to grab items just like teleporting. Just like how he could make himself be pulled into a void, he could open a tear into another part of reality. Taehyung didn't have to stomach to use it. He hated the way the void called to him whenever he did, he felt sick remembering he was a mutant.

  "Another day, another mess." His words slurred out of his mouth, a headache pounding at his head. Hangover, his recent sickness. It never seemed to leave him for long enough for him to have a good day. His mouth was dry from the night previous, he could still taste some of the triple sec on his tongue. Sighing he turned into his blanket and pulled himself into it, curling into a ball. He supposed he would have to go and get himself some medicine eventually, or a new pair of sunglasses. He had broken his last pair a week ago, thrown it into the washing machine in drunken stupor thinking the machine would buff and gloss the cheap plastic. His hand stretched across the mattress to the bottle by his bed, he had another type of medicine. The taste of beer soured his mouth, reminding him he had yet to brush his teeth. The glass bumped against his teeth eliciting a curse. Putting the bottle back down he slowly uncurled from his ball and pulled on a dirty sweater, ignoring the smell.

  His bare feet scampered across the cold ground as he made his way to the fridge. "Time to eat!" Taehyung's lips curled into a smile as he looked at the food coupons he had on his fridge he knew what he wanted most was a tray of deep fried rice cakes and noodles with a steaming bowl of ox bone soup. He shoved his wallet in his pocket and stumbled out the door with a determined grimace on his face. He regretted his cravings as soon as the sun hung above him. He made a lot of bad choices ever since the group had split apart. He missed them far too much and they were so meaninglessly…unimportant. Taehyung rubbed his nose hating the chill that rubbed at his body. It was too late in the year for reminiscing and regrets; he was meant to be in the spirit for Christmas. It was only a month away and people were already started to provide mirth on the daily.

  "Bad night?" An elementary school student popped up beside him at the crosswalk. Her brown eyes sparkled, her red cheeks hidden by a grandiose scarf.
 
  "Mother never told you to not talk to strangers?" Taehyung stuffed his fingers into his pockets and stared ahead waiting for the lights to turn. He couldn't stand the innocence he was surrounded by. So many people living normal lives, they were unaware of the real world, the world their government was funding. He missed the uniformity of their world, of the life he had grown up in. He wanted to have structure again, not the droll life he currently lived. "lights changed, get going!" He dismissed the kid as soon as the lights changed, rushing the child across the street. He didn't notice when the kid bent down to grab a coin, he sauntered by only bringing his attention up when he heard the revving of a car. His eyes slid up the road as he watched in exasperation as a car rushed down the streets. His eyes slid around catching sight of the child and the flashing lights on the car. Without hesitation he could feel the pounding of pavement against his feet as he ran to the kid. He pushed her out of the way as the car turned swinging its way into the lane. He didn't have time to regret his actions.


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  Taehyung woke up to an itch in his arm, a simple flex stretched at the tape on his arm, jostling a needle. He pried his eyes open to look at the iv, the thick needle stuck out of his skin reminding him of a knife stuck in his skin. "Do they have to make them that big?" His chest constricted as he listened to the even beeping of the machine, eying the pristine room. His soul felt peace at the order, familiarity, that was how he knew he was in trouble.

  "You were on the news." Taehyung turned his head to look at his Uncle sitting beside him. Namjoon's father looked tired, his eyes that reminded him so much of his cousin were pink from lack of sleep and narrowed. "We couldn't move you for days, the doctor's refused until they determined you were stable. Now you're back home." Silence sat between them, the melody of the machine did nothing to ease the tension. "I'm glad you came to our attention. You were the best out of all of them, always meticulous, never able to let anything go. Because of you we have all of their locations, their names."

  "How's the kid?" His voice was stiff and unfriendly. He was scared, he had no clue what would happen. No doubt the company had gotten the footage of what happened on the plane, they had everything they needed, they could know everything. So he did all he knew how to do and avoided the issue.

  "She lived, no harm done to her thanks to your intervention. The news was all over it, an alcoholic that saved a child." His uncle's words were heavy with scorn, showing clear distaste for his favourites actions.

  "Having a drink every once in awhile doesn't make me an alcoholic." Taehyung shifted to sit up and groaned as his body protested, sending jolts of pain through his body. Each muscle ached with tension, unable to relax.

  "You destroyed all of the good Doctor's serum." The statement was said dryly, with full confidence. "Take it yourself to get rid of it?"

  "I would never inject myself with it." Taehyung flexed his fingers, watching the needle in his arm bob.

  "That's not what your blood work says. I had faith in you, you were being groomed, Taehyung. You were going to be the one that redeemed your cousin, then you did this. What does it say about our family, hm? I fought to build us up and in less than a year all my work was undone."

  "What's going to happen now?"

  "Now, I am going to remedy your mistakes. None of you will assist me in the way I planned, so I will have to make do with what I have. I want you to be part of our revolution still. When they come everyone will be put into the Nexus program, its your job to convince them to bend. It will be easier if everyone does as I command." His uncle's words were said with a thin tone, one of impatience and a lack of faith. Their relationship was being redefined, both of them needed to find the new parameters, find out how they would communicate and treat each other now that their roles had been changed. Taehyung was no longer the favoured one, he was just as disgusting to his uncle as Namjoon, being a meta was not a gift to their family. They were meant to be the pure ones, yet that was no longer the plan.

  "I don't want to be part of Nexus." Taehyung felt like puking when he heard his uncle's words. He had done a lot of computer work for different faculties, he saw the prototype for it. It was an action based propaganda faculty. The members were brainwashed through torture and repetition to fight for the company no matter what. They were going to be the dogs of the company. Bark when told, sit when told, roll over, all for the treat of being given scraps. He was okay with Nexus when he worked for the company, when he wasn't the one being submitted to it.

  "Nobody volunteers to be part of Nexus, they are chosen." His Uncle stood up and walked to the glass door. "Prepare yourself, Six, the others will be hard to convince." Taehyung watched his uncle leave, his eyes dropping to his arm. He could see the cloth wrapped around his forearm below the needle. The aching, it was more than just the crash. His fingers shakily lifted the cloth to look at reddened skin, inflamed around the black number set. His eyes squeezed shut as nausea flooded his body.

He was past the point of returning to how it once was.