Warrior | Minsung (✅)

Chapter 8

He climbed in a tree and tied himself up, so he wouldn't fall if he fell asleep.
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He woke up to the bright sunlight and loud birds chirping. His back felt stiff from sleeping against a tree and his arms felt numb. His stomach was demading for food, but he ignored it. Instead he climbed out of the tree and started walking again.

After an hour of walking he found it, their old  clubhouse. Memories were flooding back in, remembering how much fun he used to have. It made him sad when he thought about how many of his friends he killed, but he quickly brushed that feeling off.

"Minho, I've been expecting you" a boy around Minho's age appeared behind him. He quickly turned around to face his old pal, Darius. He hadn't changed much since they last saw each other. His silky brown hair still covered parts of his eyebrows, his freckles as wild as ever.

"Give him back Darius" Minho growled, ready to kill him. He had no mercy left, he only cared about surviving at this point. Death was his biggest fear, the only thing that drove him so far. Fear got to him ever since the virus broke out, clinging onto his mind and manipulating his thoughts.

"He's right there." Darius pointed at Jisung. He was tied up and his mouth was sealed with duct tape, making sure he wouldn't scream. Minho got rage when he saw how he was treated, his face was full of bruises and cuts. Anger rushed through his body, but concern also made a way through, worrying about Jisung's health.

"I'm not stopping you, get him if you want" he chuckled. Minho didn't trust it, but he couldn't stand seeing Jisung like that. He knew something was off, it was too easy. Before he could realise it his feet were already bringing him towards Jisung.

He kept getting closer to the boy when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to face a girl. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a high pony tail, she was wearing a soft pink dress. She grinned at him right before stabbing him, making his stomach bleed.

"Oh, what a tragedy" Darius laughed dramatically. He walked up to Jisung and untied him, enjoying seeing both of them suffer. Jisung ran up to Minho who was laying on the floor, weak as ever. He started crying, not wanting to see the boy die. He knew Minho always stored a knife in his pocket, he grabbed it and made a huge cut in his arm.

"Drink it!" If Minho would drink it, he'd gain a lot of power. He wouldn't be affected by the virus anymore, and if he even drank enough his wounds would close. Minho shook his head, refusing to take a part of Jisung's power. His sight was slowly becoming more blurry, the cut in his arm was very deep.

He had no choice but push his arm against Minho's mouth, forcing him to drink it. Unlike  normal blood his tasted sweet, so sweet it could be addicting. Minho felt a wave of power trough him, he felt stronger than ever. Jisung dropped next to him, unconcious because of the amount of blood he lost.

Minho looked at Jisung. His face was beaten up and his arm was still bleeding, his messy hair partly covered his eyes. He looked up and looked at Darius with rage. He had not only tried to kill him in a sneaky way, but he harmed Jisung.

He jumped up, still feeling the energy kick from Jisung's powers. He ran up to Darius and hit him, he wanted to make him suffer as long as possible. The little girl had already ran off, she wasn't going to fight Minho when he was that strong.

"You little shit" he punched Darius so hard that he fell to the ground. His face covered in blood, gasping for air. Minho knew no mercy for the ones that harmed his Jisung. He kicked him so many times, breaking not one but several of his ribs.

"Goodbye Darius" he kicked him once more against his head, knowing it would kill him. As soon as he was sure he was dead he ran back to Jisung. He tore off a part of his shirt and wrapped it around Jisung's arm, hoping he could stop the boy from bleeding.

"Jisung, please" Minho sobbed, afraid of losing the last person he had in his life. Even though he didn't show it, he cared a lot about the boy. He couldn't kill him even if he wanted to, he had developed strong feelings for the boy.

He pulled Jisung closer, holding his unconcious body tight against his. His sobbing had turned into heavy crying, but there was still no response from Jisung.
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I will write about Chan as a superhero soon so please look out for that :) it's only one chapter cuz it's for a competition hehe

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