Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Depths of Hell

"I'll take it."

Jungkook offers quickly, and I exclaim in shock. The liquid inside looks like something that has been burnt, rolled in mud, and then set in the oven to burn again.

It's black— the blackest black I'd ever seen in my life. Even V's eyes didn't change into a shade that deep when he got angry.

"No way!" I yell, kicking at the poison that's been laid out in front of us. Even though my hands have been restrained, my feet were still free— but my father has thought everything through.

My feet don't even come close to the transparent cup.

To the side, my father looks frustratingly amused as he watches the two of us struggle to take the dark stuff. He wouldn't ever understand— he was too selfish to. All he worried about was himself and himself only. There was no one else.

"How about we give him a taste first?"

My father says, clapping his hands together with sick excitement. Even looking at him made me nauseous— how could anyone be so psychotic?

"No!"

A thick cloth falls over my lips, muffling the urgent protests escaping my mouth. I didn't know what that substance was— and the unknown scared me.

Would it kill him? Would it really be bad enough to stop his heart?

I struggle aimlessly with my freed legs, expecting that they'd restrain those too any moment. The cloth is heavy— its weight dragging down on my face.

Horror overwhelms me from head to toe when I see them approach the maknae with a syringe, filled with the drug from top to bottom. The rope fastening me onto the wall grows a bit looser as I tug ferociously on the binds.

If only my hands were free..

They don't even give him a warning as they inject the drug, and for a nerve wrecking moment nothing happens. Jungkook just looks at me in surprise, his eyes darting to see if there was anything else.

I'm starting to think that this is a hoax. I'm hoping, desperately, that he is somehow immune to the substance— or the drug had failed to take effect on him.

But the hope gets shot down to the pits of my stomach when I see a violent shiver jerk his body to the wall. An agonized expression carves his features as he trembles uncontrollably, his teeth grinding against each other from the pain.

My heart shatters when I see my father's lip curl, indicating that these seizures were just the beginning— just the slightest tip of the iceberg.

The fade grips my body when I see Jungkook suddenly lurch to the side, his hand frantically curling around the area of his heart. Terror spikes up my heart rate from normal to dangerous levels when I see his lips go circular with a silent scream.

"What's wrong?" I shout desperately, a thousand possibilities rushing through my mind. There didn't seem to be any damage on the outside— no bleeding—

Yet he seemed like someone was stabbing his heart over and over again.

Rage and panic heightens my tone as I scream at the thing that I once called father. I couldn't watch this anymore. I'd rather experience it myself a thousand times over than to watch Jungkook go through it once.

"What's wrong with you? He's just a kid, you sick psychopath! Make it freaking stop!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to not disrespect me, Tzuyu?" My father says as he motions at the man beside him. "You're a smart girl— you should know this by now. Disobedience always ends badly."

Fury sparks deep in my chest as a man approaches me, a similar syringe in his fingers. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming— being forced to accept any fate my father had set out for me, being restrained to this damn wall.

I was the oldest here— I had an unspoken responsibility to take care of Jungkook, the maknae. I wasn't supposed to be just sitting around and waiting for things to just happen to me. I wasn't supposed to be like this.

But like always, I had failed my responsibility in the most horrible way possible.

When the man reaches over to sink the needle into my arm, I grit my teeth as I give a final harsh pull to the loosened ropes. My skin feels bloodied and raw, but I couldn't care less as the ropes fall heavily to the bloodstained ground.

I had a responsibility— and I was going to fulfill it or die trying.

My father watches me like I'm a cute mouse that has managed to struggle free from a trap. Hot anger flushes my skin when I realize that he believes that my attempts are completely futile— just a tiny mouse giving its final protest before meeting its inevitable death.

I'm not going to be like that.

Instead of attacking the man like everyone expects me to, I instantly switch courses and lunge for my father. When I see the amusement fade away from his face, I let myself a slight moment of satisfaction as I plunge my hand through his chest.

My hand is faded when I sink it through his heart.

It is no longer nonexistent once I'm in.

A shrill scream escapes his throat as my materialized hand practically rips a gigantic hole in the center of his chest— a fatal wound. Even I knew it— and he himself most definitely knew that as well.

The most horrible expression appears on his face as his right hand digs into my hair. His face is already pale white from the blood pouring out of his wound, an emotion I'd never seen him express now coming off of him in strong, unconcealed waves.

Horror.

With a strained jerk, he pulls my head close to his mouth. I'm too stunned myself to resist as he hoarsely whispers, hatred somehow still showing through as I see a glint of silver flash in the corner of my eye.

"I should've strangled your little neck when I first laid my eyes upon you."

Then his hold grows tighter, making me wince in pain as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls unforgivingly.

"But at least I'll die knowing that you'll join me in the depths of hell."

The second I comprehend his sentence, something foreign and cold plunges into my upper shoulder. My lips go circular as I feel the dark blade slide against my flesh.

There are many things I experience from there.

I can feel my father's heart stop beating in my grip, the organ no longer alive. Which led me to presume that the owner of that heart was no longer in this world as well.

The next thing I feel is the sharp rush of pain blinding my senses— the twist of the wintry coldness in my flesh. My nerves shattering, my blood freezing into darkened ice.

But the main thing that drowns out everything else is when the ceiling suddenly bursts into a fiery explosion, raining down debris and bringing the entire compound crashing down over mine and Jungkook's heads.

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