Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Hopes Crushed

I desperately hope that none of them
will notice my sudden disappearance anytime soon— that would ruin the entire point of my plan. And the plan was strictly one requirement— to not involve them in this rescue.

If it worked, and I freed Jungkook, then that would be the absolute best case scenario.

But I knew that wasn't how things were going to work.

And if stuff went dreadfully wrong, then at least I would be the only one caught between the crossfire. No one other than me would be— even though that would be terrible for Jungkook.

It made my head hurt just thinking about this, and I convince myself to figure things out once I had the compound right in front of my eyes.

While running there, I'd thought of a brief strategy on how to get inside. The main problem would be getting out— getting in would be easy.

So first part— check.

A few times I nearly run into a search patrol, but I manage to avoid them as I continue to weave my way between the crowds of people, all out to get their hands on me.

It would be terrible if I got caught even before I took a step inside the compound.

But now the fade converts itself from a curse to my greatest blessing.

I literally go right through the people looking for me— unseen, unnoticed. Masked completely from sight.

And with my heart rate only escalating with excitement and anxiety, I am certain that I will remain this way for a while before the magic fizzes out.

The best part was that I could just causally walk through the rows and rows of barbed, electrified wire, then the heavily padlocked doors, and the walls reinforced with inch-thick titanium.

Nothing could stop me while the magic was within my body.

Once I easily slip through the guards and through the final set of double doors, I look around to see what part of the compound I am.

The Western Wing— Jungkook wouldn't be here. I remembered from my time here that my father usually preferred to conduct whatever devil experiments he came up with in the East part of the compound— and the prisons would usually be near.

But I doubted that my father would keep Jungkook in the prison cells. He would make sure that he was unable to escape— which would put him in the isolated Tower where no one could get to him.

But I could.

Keeping my breathing fast to ensure rapid heartbeat, I run— straight through patrols and through walls and rooms. The East Wing was where I knew myself best. I'd been in and out of the different spaces there since I was just a small child.

It was where my father had carved me, molded me, broken me.

And now it was somewhere that Jungkook would be broken if I didn't start moving.

I urge myself to push faster as I run up the winding stairs, trying to pace my breaths. My body wasn't exactly out of shape, but rushing up at least nine flights of pure stairs without breaking a sweat was impossible for me.

Even though I knew for a fact that V would be able to do it quicker and arrive at the top floor with his heart rate still calm and normal, I push any thoughts related to the man to the very back of my mind.

Thinking about him brought me pain. It reminded me of the terrible things I told him— things that I said just to get him upset.

But I had to do what I'd come to do here first, even if that meant ignoring the tremendous amount of guilt tugging consistently at my conscience.