Midnight Howl

Chrysocolla

Symbol of beauty, love  and letting go, surrendering pain to universal love. Helps release grief, sadness  from the emotional body and aids the entrance of joy, certainty and peace.

Yixing took a deep breath as he slowly reached out. He flinched as his fingertips slowly grazed the cold metal of the dagger in front of him. His hand trailed down the blade, feeling the sharp end press into his skin but not enough to cut him. He wrapped his hand around the handle and picked the dagger up. He passed it from his right hand to his left hand. He tried gripping it differently until the dagger felt completely at home in his hand.

Yixing looked up to see the target board about twenty feet away. The large red circle in the middle of the white board was directly in front of him.

Yixing flipped the dagger and held it loosely with his fingers. He zoned in on the target until everything around him disappeared except the red circle.

He inhaled. Exhaled.

Yixing wound back his arm and exhaled again. With as much force as he could muster, he flung the knife towards the target. With a large think, it embedded itself in the direct center of the red circle.

Yixing let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and stared down at his hand, as if they didn't even belong to him.

He didn't even know...he had this good of an aim. Fuck, he didn't even know he could throw a knife properly.

Suddenly, Kris's words came back to him, like water breaking from a dam.

"You are also your father's son. It's in your blood to lead the Wolf Pack."

Yixing let out a yell as he picked up another dagger.

It was in his blood to kill.

He threw the dagger.

It was in his blood to hurt others.

He threw another one.

He was a monster.

He threw two, one from each hand.

He didn't know himself. His life was a lie.

Yixing ran out of daggers and just sunk to the ground, screaming in pain. The pain in his heart was heavy. Yixing clutched at his left pec, as if he was holding his bleeding heart.

Yixing felt so alone, so betrayed.
He wanted to grab his father by his shoulders and shake him, asking why he thought Yixing would be a good person to lead a mafia ring. Why he would ever think that Yixing could be able to go after the scariest, most psychotic murders and monsters in China. Yixing felt so alone.

But something in his heart tinged. He looked up slowly, wiping the tears out of his eyes. Through blurred vision, he stared at the target. In the center of that red circle, there were five daggers embed perfectly into the board.

Junmyeon flinched as he watched Yixing throw another dagger at the target board. He sat in his large office chair, legs crossed as he stared at the wall of monitors. He clicked on the window that showed the camera footage of the target room.

Kris stood behind him, a hand squeezing the office chair tightly, "I hate seeing him like this."

Junmyeon nodded sadly, watching Yixing throw another two dagger, one from each hand, "But I have to admit, he is really impressive."

Kris's hold on the office chair tightened, "He's not meant for this life Jun. Look at him. He's clearly broken."

Junmyeon watched as Yixing sunk to his knees on the screen, slumping over as he let out another scream.