DEMONS POSSESSION | YUWIN

S E V E N

CHAPTER SEVEN

YUTA woke up, sweating and breathing hard. It was night, and he could just feel the presence of the full moon. He looks beside him to see a small body sleeping, and he backs away quickly. He grunts as he closes his eyes, clutching his heart as it feels a burn rush through it. He gives a low growl as he takes off his shirt, throwing it in front of him as he feels heat rise through his body. He backs himself into a wall, trying to find something to lean on for support.

Sicheng slowly stirs, hearing the noises beside him. He slowly opens his eyes, and turns around to see Yuta's state. His eyes widen in shock as he scrambles into the farthest corner, which wasn't very far away. It was a small prison cell after all, no bed, no bathroom, and no window.

"Yuta—" Sicheng tries to speak, but is quickly silenced by a growl. He then hears guards running down the hallway, and panics as he huddles in the corner. Loud bangs on the door can be heard from the other side.

"Hey! Shut up in there!" A guard yells, and Sicheng watches as Yuta's eyes flash red.

It seemed to be anger, but Sicheng didn't know. Another growl was heard and the doors were finally open. Sicheng watched in horror for a split second as 3 guards crowded the room. They all went straight towards Yuta, and Sicheng panicked.

"Stop!" He yelled, jumping on them and trying to get them to leave Yuta alone.

"Get off me you bastard!" A guard yelled, and grabbed Sicheng as he threw him to the floor.

Sicheng cried out in pain as his back hit the concrete floor. His head also hit the floor, and he swore he saw stars for a split second.

"He's bleeding! The boss is gonna kill you!" A guard yells, but in Sicheng's ears it seems muffled. His vision is blurry, and it's hard to find the muscles to move his body.

"Take him, we can throw him outside. Well just say he ate him, hurry up!" A guard yells, and Sicheng feels arms dragging him out of the cell.

All the sudden it's bright, and all he can see is flicker of lights every time he passes them. He gives a small groan at the pounding pain in his head.

"Shut up!" A guard whisper yells at him, but Sicheng doesn't care.

He feels himself go unconscious, slowly he closes his eyes as he lets his body go limp.

In that moment, a shrilling scream pierces the air. The dragging of his body stops, and Sicheng opens his eyes as much as he can to see why.

"What the hell was that?" A guard asks beside him.

"I don't know, be on guard." The other says.

Sicheng feels his body let go of, and as it hits the floor he gives a pained grunt. His head felt like it was going to explode from the pain, and out of the corner of his eye he sees blood run down his temple. Everything seems so slow as he now feels the warm liquid slide down his cheek to his ear.

He then hears a loud roar, almost vibrating through the floor beneath him. It was horrifying to hear, and even Sicheng jolted in fear. He couldn't do anything though, all he could see was a ceiling light above him. He felt to heavy headed to try and stand, and his legs felt jelly anyway.