Warrior | Minsung (✅)

Chapter 1

No one pov

Hysterical laughter entered his ears. Holding his breath, his heart rate fastening as steps came closer. He was drenched in blood of his enemys, giving him a strong smell. He jumped up, knowing it was the only way he might even escape.

He started running, running for his life. He couldn't stop, if he did he would be killed! A knife in one hand, ready to stab anyone who would attack him. His shirt was ripped and full of blood stains, but not his blood, blood of the ones who tried to kill him.

He had lost his followers. He bent down, holding his knees, out of breath of all the running. He never asked for it but he was special according to others, he had a mark. He was one of the few that could survive the virus, that's what put him in so much danger.

If anyone would kill him, and drink his blood, they'd gain his power. He knew he could save many people and it was selfish he wanted to stay alive, but he wasn't ready to die, not yet.

He looked around, it was dark. There were some shops but the glass was broken and they were empty, everything was stolen. Everything went downhill since the virus became active.

The virus makes you weak, it takes all your energy. The only way to save yourself from a painful slow death is by killing others and taking their energy by doing so. He didn't have to kill anyone because he was strong enough, but others were after him the whole time.

His stomach grumbled, indicating he needed food. He slowly walked into one of the shops, trying not to cut himself with all of the glass. The shop was a mess, there was no one present. He looked around and found a can of soup, he grabbed it and wanted to walk away, but someone grabbed his wrist.

He squeeled, not expecting this sudden attack. He dropped the can and took a hold of his knife, stabbing the person who held his wrist. They looked at him with big eyes, not expecting such a weak looking boy to attack. He slowly collapsed, bleeding out everywhere.

"Gross" blood came on his shoes, shoes he just got the other day. He didn't like blood but he wasn't overwhelmed by it anymore. He searched the dead man's pockets and found another knife.

"I'll take this, thanks" he put it in his pocket. He took a hold of the can again and walked out, looking for shelter. He wasn't planning on staying in the same room as a dead person, they start to smell after a few hours.

He walked to a tree and climbed in it, knowing most people were too stupid to look up. He tied his legs so he wouldn't fall and started drinking cold soup, knowing it would be too dangerous to make a fire.

A group of boys came walking by. He didn't care much at first, but then he noticed who they were. Lee Minho and Hwang Hyunjin, the strongest killers out there. He couldn't get out of the tree but he didn't want to stay either.

The two boys walked away, almost out of sight. He took his chance and jumped out of the tree. He stepped on a leafe, making a loud cracking sound. His eyes widened at his mistake and he looked up, only to make eye contact with both Hyunjin and Minho.

He started to run, once again trying to escape his death. He kept on running, until he found a cave. He quickly got in it, only to see Hyunjin run past it. He chuckled in his mind, even though he was strong he wasn't always the smartest.

Jisung's heart was starting to calm down. He thought he was safe again, at least that was until a pair of feet were placed in front of the cave he was in. They didn't belong to Hyunjin, so they had to belong to Minho.

He cursed at himself for being so reckless, he should've never left the tree. He noticed how his arm had a cut on it, caused by the rough walls of the cave. He cursed at himself, knowing fresh blood gave a strong smell.

"I know you're here" Minho said while smirking. He was looking around him, trying to make Jisung think he would leave. He wanted to get a hold of his knifes, but he couldn't find them.

His heartbeat was going faster than a racehorse at this point, he didn't have anything to defend himself with! Minho kneeled down, looking into the dark cave. He took a deep breath, smelling Jisung's blood.

He entered the cave, using a flashlight to see. He saw a weak boy, covered in blood, sobbing. He never felt pitty before, so why couldn't he kill him? Minho took a hold of his cheek and made him look at him.

"What's your name baby boy?"
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Okay heheh I hope dis was good angst cuz idk lmao

Untill we meet again~