HIM{A Kim Taehyung/V Fanfiction} Book 1

CHAPTER 27: P380

    They had been silent the entire ride. Taehyung couldn't bare to look at Rasha's betrayed eyes.
    Unknowing of how long they'd been in the limo, they had suddenly pulled up to an abandoned factory.
    "We're here." Baekhyun had stated with both coldness and amusement in his voice.
    "Why are we here?" Taehyung asked, stepping out of the vehicle before Rasha.
    Before Baekhyun answered, he snapped his fingers and to their surprise, felt cuffs on their wrists, which had been swiftly pulled behind their backs.
    A herd of guards were holding Taehyung back as he tried to jerk toward Baekhyun, a mad man inside his eyes. Rasha only stood there quietly and shocked.
    "I trusted you, you fucker!" He shouted, resisting as much as possible the great tightness of the guards' hands on his arms.
    Baekhyun only smirked and crossed his arms, looking at the contract in his hands.
    "You trust too easily." He said quietly. The next thing Taehyung knew, he felt the pressure point beside his neck pressed upon and immense pain verbalized from his lips before he fell, unconscious.
   
   Taehyung woke up with a crick in his neck, He was tied to an old and soft-wooded chair, bound to break if too much weight was placed on it, in the middle of the empty factory, his head fallen and limp, breathing hard from the thick air that surrounded him, which smelt of mold and misted dust. Breathing it in could damage him if he breathed in too much, but he couldn't help but pant since he was receiving little oxygen and the rope was crushing his lungs.
    He jerked around, only to find out the chair was drilled to the ground. He continued to jerk anyway, and grew furious. His breathing became more labored and he shouted with anger, his muscles burning, he stopped and tried to regain lost air.
    "T-Taehyung. . ." He heard a faint whimper. He quickly looked up and saw Rasha, chained to a pole about a hundred feet away from him. The echo of her weak voice made Taehyung tear up.
    "Rasha. . ." He managed to strangle out of his hoarse voice. "R-Rasha!" He shouted louder.
    "Save your voice." She said softly. He noticed she had tears trickling down her cheeks, and he calmed down. Though his frustration was replaced with sadness and regret, guilt and self-hatred.
    "Are you okay?" He mumbled, still trying to breathe right. She seemed to be breathing fine, he observed, since she's not under his conditions, it must be easier for her, though probably uncomfortable.
    She merely nodded and looked away with a sniff.
    "I'm sorry." He whispered, "I'm so sorry, love. It's all my fault. I didn't mean to get you into it like this. I thought you could be happy. I just wanted you to be happy." He said, tears escaping his cheeks. This made it even harder to breathe, but he no longer cared.
    "Taehyung, it's okay," she said quietly, "Calm down, right now we need to figure out what to do and how to get out of here."
    "But there is no way out," Said an all too familiar voice. The two prisoners looked up to see Baekhyun in the shadows, leaning against old products the factory had left behind, looking to the side.l, checking for passerbys.

    "You were brought here for questioning." He said casually, he looked at us and smirked.
    "Don't worry, it'll be quick." He reassured them. Taehyung snickered.
    "What makes you think that I'll answer your questions? What if I refuse?"
    Baekhyun just looked up and sighed, as if annoyed.
    He once again snapped his fingers, and two people appeared, lifted Rasha, who yelped with surprise, and brought her forward, right in front of Taehyung.
    He could already feel a cold sweat dripping down his back as he seen on of the guards lift a hand in the air. He was going to slap her. she only stood there, her eyes tightly shut and a tear slipping down her cheek.
    "No! Stop!"
    Though it was too late, the hard slap echoed throughout the hollow factory. The guard slapped her again, again, and again.
    "No! Stop!" Taehyung whined and begged, but they continued to repeatedly slap her. She kept quiet for the most part, only letting out a few quiet sobs. All Taehyung could do was scream in protest and cry.
    Finally, Baekhyun held up his hand, and the guard ceased.
    "Are you ready to answer?" He asked. He walked over to Rasha and lifted her by her chin roughly, exposing her dark marked cheek, all purple, brown, and hints of blue.
    He reluctantly nodded, and they pushed her to the floor. She only sat there. Taehyung's anger rose and he wanted to shout at Rasha. Why won't she fight back? Why was she so silent?
   "First question," he stated, walking forward with his hand behind his back. "The girl you're looking for, do you know what her father specialized in? Her mother?"
    "Why do you want to know that?"  He gritted trough his teeth.
    "Tch," replied Baekhyun, "What a nuisance." He turned toward his guard, who got to his knees and grabbed Rasha's arm, twisting it backwards. Her scream filled the air.
    "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No! I don't know where her parents work!"
    The guard stopped at Baekhyun's signal.
    "Are you sure you don't know?" He asked darkly.
    Panting from too much talking, Taehyung limply nodded.
    "I guess we can't help that," Baekhyun said, "I'm not evil to where I'd continue torturing your dear even if you didn't know the answer." He paused, and glanced at Taehyung. "You must think I'm the bad guy here, huh?" He chuckled. "Oh well, it can't be helped, I am only doing my job."
    Confused, Taehyung glanced up, barely able to see since he was losing his sight from breathing too deeply.
    "Next question," ignored Baekhyun, "The girl you're looking for, she looks like the girl here," he pointed at Rasha, "right?"
    Taehyung nodded.
    "How much so?"
    "Exactly alike." He answered.
    Rasha looked up shakily at Taehyung, he could read the pain in her eyes. He then glanced away, trying to avoid her gaze.
    "This girl you're looking for," he repeated, "did you perhaps ever notice anything strange about her? Anything that made her stand out?" He thought for a moment and smirked, "Besides her bewilderingly bright blue eyes?"
    Taehyung felt a rush of anger flow through him. Why had Baekhyun spoke in such an affectionate way about her? He couldn't say anything, however, he'd end up harming Rasha.
    "She's. . ." He said, his breath laboring, "she's unusually bold."
    "Ah," he replied, sounding happy and unsurprised. "And does she. . . Seem like the kind to be violent?"
    Taehyung thought about the slap he received after he kissed her cheek so long ago, usually, it brought humor to him, but at the moment, it only made him anxious.
    "No." He replied.
    Immediately, Rasha was punched in her jaw, her gurgling scream made it obvious. . . She was spitting out blood. She looked up at him, and what he saw gave him such pain he felt like screaming just to let out his emotions, but he had to stay calm. Well, somewhat calm.
"Yes." He admitted. A tear escaped his eye.
    "That's what I thought." He said, observing one of his three rings on his hand.
    He ducked down to Taehyung's level and looked into his eyes.
    "My guess is," he said quietly, "that you already know. . .I've met the darling girl." Taehyung jerked forward, trying to yank his hand out of the rope.
    Baekhyun slowly backed up with a raised eyebrow, amused.
    "Let Rasha go." Taehyung demanded.
    "You're not in a postition to ask such a request." Baekhyun said darkly. He snapped and the guard pushed her down, pressing his shoe against her and slowly crushing her. She let out a scream if surprise, her air being knocked out of her.
    "Alright! Alright!" He shouted, using as much air as it took to get them to stop. He was constantly panting and everything was blurry. He could now only see the blur of the other bodies in the empty main room. He gasped desperately as the guard lifted his foot from her.
    "T-Taehyung, just let them kill me," she said, crying, "I hate being here like this."
    "Is that a request, my dear?" Baekhyun asked. He snapped his fingers and they stood her up. Her eyes widened and she looked at Taehyung, whose eyes were wide as well.
    "N-no, it wasn't a request!" He bursted, scared.
    Baekhyun smiled kindly. The kind of kind smile that really wasn't kind. The kind that was actually cruel, mimicking, and merciless.
    "Take her away." Baekhyun said simply, the guards stood up and Rasha shouted for Taehyung repeatedly, trying her best to resist and trying hard to keep sight of him, but it was no use, she was far to weak and small to fight back.
    Taehyung began to continuously force his body against the rope, and then paused.
    "I'm such an idiot!" He shouted to himself. He sat straight and took his heavy weight up, then thrusted all his weight into the chair. After doing this a few times, the chair began to creak, as if begging for him to stop, he felt the whining of the chair quiet as he began rocking the chair side to side and again tried putting in all his weight.
    Finally, the soft wood gave in and the seat broke. He felt the rope loosen around his arms and he choked on air, though relieved that he had air to choke on.
    Gasping, he weakly got up and felt his vision coming back to him. He threw the rope over his head and it fell to the ground.
    As much as he wanted to rest, he had to find Rasha. He had to.
    He, at first, walked weakly and attempted to speed walk, but he kept failing. All the turns he took, trying to figure out which way they've gone, had actually been good for him, he began to walk easier and could even jog a little. He found a stairway, and found out he could run by the time he reached the top.
    Still though, he grew frustrated, he couldn't find where Rasha was, the place was far to big, he was completely lost. Just when he began to lose hope, he heard a faint cry.
    It was definitely Rasha's voice.
    He raced to follow the constant begs of Rasha, pain ebbing in him as he drew closer and heard more clearly, finally, he came across a pair of old doors.
    He needed a weapon. He looked around, in a hurry, when suddenly a guard passed by, he smirked in relief and easily took down the guard with their own chain they wore around their neck. He pulled it back tightly behind his back, and slowly, the guard was strangled to a point of a pass out.
    Quickly, he gathered all he could, he was a bit unlucky and was only rewarded with a few weapons.
    A knife, some weird white tubes, and a small handgun, a Kahr Arms P380, to be exact. The thing could fit in a pocket without much notice and held six rounds. He'd have to make due with it.
    He placed the P380 in his pocket, the white tubes in his other, and kept the knife in his hand.
    Without much effort, he kicked down the old, unstable doors and found six guards there, along with Baekhyun. Rasha was being held over the edge, tied by rope and a rag tied to her mouth, which would explain her lack of pleas once he had gotten here.
    "Get him." Baekhyun said casually.
    All the guards headed towards him and all of them pulled out a knife.
    We have the same weapons, Taehyung thought. There's a pattern. The knife is first. Taehyung came up to the two nearest guards and thrusted his knife into one of their shoulders, as they were wounded, he easily took down the other one with a slick at his throat, though was stabbed in his shoulder instantly after he turned towards Baekhyun.
    "Isn't fun getting stabbed in the shoulder, is it?" Growled the guard Taehyung had injured first.
    Next step, he thought. He took out the white tube and cracked it under the man's nose, grunting while trying to avoid another stab.
    The man instantly fell to the ground.
    . . .It's poison. . .
    Taehyung had a knife in one hand and another white tube in the other, he ducked their attempts to stab him and he ended up stabbing one in his gut and the other on the side of his cheek. He couldn't stand to take his knife out of the man's face, he was disgusted.
    Last one. He thought as the other two guards had to put down Rasha and rush towards him. Baekhyun just stood, shocked and seemed to be enjoying it.
    Taehyung pulled out the P380 and shot them instantly, before they even pulled out theirs. He grunted, gained his breath and glared at Baekhyun. He quickly ran over to Rasha to untie her and once he did, she gave him a huge hug, and sobbed in his shirt. He didn't care, he held her close and tight. He had her back.
    But then she pulled back and backed up next to Baekhyun, who had a gun pointing at Taehyung, signaling for Rasha to go back to her place.
    "How interesting." Baekhyun said, a hand on his chin, "I was wondering if you'd make it. I was growing a bit impatient."
    Taehyung had to be careful, Baekhyun was closer to Rasha than he was, and he had to get to her before Baekhyun did anything stupid.
    Unwillingly, Taehyung nodded, and to his surprise, Baekhyun walked over to the edge himself, waiting for him to follow.
    Reluctantly, Taehyung walked up next to him, and he couldn't believe what Rasha nearly went down into.
    The factory. . . was still in good enough condition to work.
    Below the edge of the floor, was a trash disposal. Things were crushed by sharp teeth-like boulders of fire proof metal that viciously opened and closed and then fell into the burning fire below.
    Suddenly he heard a loud shout from Rasha, he quickly turned to see the guard he had knocked out for the weapons on the edge, and Rasha hanging on the small rock that stuck out of the indoor cliff.
    "Taehyung!" She screeched.
    Without a second of being hesitant, he pulled his trigger on the P380 and shot Baekhyun, who seemed a bit surprised at the appearance of the guard as well. Though, before he went down, he ended up getting Taehyung in his other shoulder, though luckily, it was a deep graze, nothing more. Taehyung grunted with pain but tried to ignore it.
    He turned and shot the unarmed guard after, and Rasha shouted a name that made him so bewildered that he had to freeze for a second to process.
    "Baekhyun!!" She shouted with such heartbreak. Taehyung ran to her and grabbed her hand, ignoring it for now.
    When her weight was only depending on his arms was when he remembered the stabbing in his other shoulder. He yelled with pain but didn't let go.
    "T-Taehyung!" She shouted with tears streaming down her cheeks.
    "Hold on! Hold on, love!" He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on to her.
    Blood from both his wounds trickled down his arms and ran down Rasha's arm and up her sleeve. She then closed her eyes and reopened them with a pained smile.
    "Tae. . ." She said. He could feel her grip loosening.
    "N-No! No Rasha! Don't you dare let go! I'll get you up!"
    "Tae. . ," she breathed, and finally, she weakly began prying off Taehyung fingers. She dropped.
She disappeared from his sight, and she disappeared into the crushing boulders and fire.
She's gone.
He layed there, limp over the edge, crying heavily and not hiding his ugly sobs. He was so stupid to think that selfishly. To think so evilly and to be such a coward, such a waste.
He glanced at the dead people around him, and what he had become.
A murderer.
He heard coughing from beside him and he looked to see that Baekhyun was still breathing. He felt his rage kick in and he got up, walked over to him, and pressed his foot against the man's neck.
"Why?" Taehyung growled. "Why?!" He pressed down harder on the nearly dead Baekhyun.
"I-" he tried to talk, Taehyung had to ease his foot off of him.
He gasped before replying, "I needed answers." He stammered out.
"About what?" Taehyung asked menacingly.
"Don't act as if I'm the bad guy," retorted Baekhyun, "you don't know the full story." Taehyung felt his rage finally drip over the rim and he crushed the man's throat.
"I needed to know about. . ." Baekhyun's last words came out. . . And they made all the difference.
"I need to find. . .my sister. . ." He whined with a tear flowing down his jaw, and finally breathed out, "your first love."