Eyes of a Target

Chapter 9

A little boy in the playground was running around, his giggle lit up the whole place. Blonde hair glowing from the brightness of the sun. His mother, sitting on the bench, watching her son play with the play set she built a few months ago.

It was nothing big, just a slide and monkey bars, along with a swing. It was small, but it brought immense happiness to the young boy. He was 8, and filled with nothing but happiness. Although he doesn't have any friends because he is home schooled. He still loves his mother and she gives him all of the love in the world.

̈ ̈Eomma! Come play with me. Push me please!" The eight year boy yelled for his mother. She nodded and came over to the giggling child on the swing. She then pushed him and the child started squealing of excitement.

But then the swaying stopped, no one was pushing him. The boy looked around for his mother, the sun went away quickly in the sky. Bringing sorrow onto the play set.

It started raining.

The boy was quick to get off of the set and run quickly into the house. But he had no idea where his mother was. So he started calling for her.

There was no response so he decided to look throughout the house, wanting to cuddle with his mother .

The boy was quick to get off of the set and run quickly into the house. But he had no idea where his parents were.There was no response to his entrance so he decided to look throughout the house.

He was taking twists and turns throughout the house, he first looked in his mother's room but she wasn't there. So he then looked in the kitchen, still not there.

he boy started to get nervous that she left to get something and forgot to tell him. The eight year old didn't like to be in the house by himself. It made noises sometimes and it scared him.

After a few minutes of checking, the boy went into the living room. Deciding to turn on the TV. But he stopped in his tracks, staying frozen at the entrance. Eyes wide and watery, mouth wide open. What he saw hunted him. The boy was now 12.

Staring at his mother.

Dead on the floor.

Blood flowing from her chest. Heavy breathing coming out of her soft lips.

The now 12 year old ran to his mother and started to call out to her. Sobbing when she wasn't giving much of a response. That its not real.

"T-T-Taehyung.... y-you need to r-run. L-Leave th-this place, now," His mother finally responded in a very faint whisper.

Before Taehyung could respond, the back door opened revealing two masked men. He decided not to question his mother's words and he ran away from his mother.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open. Sweat coating his entire body. Along with tried tears on his cheek. His breath coming in and out at a fast pace. Waking up from a horrible nightmare.

A nightmare that was once a beautiful dream, one of his favorite moments as a kid. Turned into the worst memory of his life. Something that traumatized him and changed who he was for the rest of his life.

The blonde then hugged himself, started to rock back and forth a little bit in order to soothe himself. Something he did back in his old cottage. But there were times where it would not work. The pain being too much to handle.

So instead he would just sit there.

After a few minutes of rocking, his breathing calming down. Along with the shaking of his body. He then decided to get up and get himself some breakfast. It has been three days since Taehyung has woken up in the hunter's base. Which he found out after waking up from falling asleep in Seokjin's arms. The male then told them about the organization that he works for.