Abducting BTS

Chapter 19- Apathy glove.

I break down. I can't help it. Through everything I barely notice that I'm not in the cage anymore, even as memories of Lucifer flash about my mind.

Satan loves me.

Good to know, better to have known a few months ago, when I would have jumped for joy with the news. Now all it does is serve to break my already shattered heart.

Namjoon wraps his arms about me as someone checks on Jungkook. I think he's who went to help but was kicked.

The thought barely penetrates the whirlwind that is my mind.

Satan loves me.

What a sick cruel joke to pull at this final hour, when it's all too late and I've made too many decisions to go back. Even now I don't know if I would have done the same had I known.

I forcibly pull myself together and wipe the tears from my eyes and pinch my arms to bring me back. I can't be doing this right now. I need Lucifer, the cool calm and collected bitch.

"Tonight... I can't walk and everyone is too tired." I hear Jin say as he argues with Yoongi.

"We are going to  have to fight him again!" He says angrily. "We don't know what's going to happen. We don't know what the next psycho is going to be like. Deal with the devil we know!" He growls at Jin who shakes his head rolling his eyes.

"What we do know is that we will all fucking die! You saw how fast we were beaten, and that's when I could walk and we had the advantage!" Jin says, gesturing wildly with his hands.

Jimin goes to try and calm the brewing argument but it's too late.

"Yoongi's right!" I interject as they begin to go over the same points again.

"Out there, his gun will be almost useless. Too close. If we can overwhelm him and the sons he'll bring then you'll have a better chance. Satan is strong but too long. In such close quarters with so many pushing in on him it'll be more likely some of you will survive." I say coolly, channelling Lucifer to my absolute.

Namjoon just furrows his brows at me tilting his head. After all just a few seconds earlier I was crying my eyes out. I've been weak, infront of them, infront of Satan and to myself. I've been weak. I need my strength, she's been somewhat vacant from the moment I entered this room.

"Some?!" Taehyung repeats angrily and I shrug.

"It's almost inevitable. I'm sorry."

"You got us into this!" He growls pointing a finger and for a moment I think he's going to try to swing but stops himself.

I can just about make out the shapes of people in the dim red light, but no more.

I don't reply as I stare at him deadly.

I push myself fully out of Namjoon's reach, not even flinching at the sharp pain it causes my fucked shoulder and stand up.

Yoongi mumbles something I can't quite hear and I don't press him on it.

Hoseok finally speaks after a moments prolonged silence. "If the best we can hope for is some, then we don't do it. We wait for a better chance." The pain in his voice is audible as he speaks to everyone. I know he isn't worried for himself, but the burden he could be in his injured state.

I'm a monster for doing this to them. Always and forever.

Jungkook shakes his head. "We have no choice Hoseok. Wherever we're going, they've been preparing for us for months, and that's if they even want to keep us alive in the first place. We could be going immediately to our deaths.... For all we know, there's only now." He finishes, taking Hoseok's hand into his own.

He finally sighs, seemingly haven chosen to see our point even as it visibly tears him up inside. "So what's the plan? Just rush him?"

"No." Namjoon interjects. "Lucifer and Jungkook go for Satan. They're our strongest fighters." Jungkook nods to me once and I reciprocate. "Jin, Jimin, Taehyung and I will go against his guys, and Hoseok will be lookout and try to get up the stairs as quickly as possible. When it comes time to run, help eachother."

Hoseok looks ready to protest being sidelined but swallows it. It must be hard being one of the oldest but unable to protect the others.

It is decided as quickly as that, although I can see some people especially Taehyung and Jin are still unsure of the whole thing.

"Speaking of," I say after a second "give me your leg." I motion to Hoseok who scowls slightly but does as he's told.

His leg is propped up against the wall and luckily just below the red light, and such the brightest area in the room.

Gingerly as not to hurt him, I unwrap the shirt from around his wound to reveal the dodgily applied pad. The plastic on the side of the sticky area is still on and I remove it, using the adhesive to gently remove any dust and debree from the area of the wound.

Now having a better look at it, I'm grateful.

It's best described as a flap.

The gash is large, but shallow in the flesh meaning a large 'flap' of Hoseok is left semi hanging but there is no muscle damage however it's sure to be very painful nonetheless.

I push the flap back into its original spot, apply the second and final pad to the area, this time folding the tips of the wings to keep it in place and rewrap the shirt to keep it all tightly bound.

Through this entire process, Namjoon helped and Hoseok powered through the pain with little more than the occasional hiss and groan.

The now soaked original pad was tossed to the other side of the room and left.

I could hear quiet chatter but tuned it out, even as I heard myself get mentioned.

Instead I thought back to what Namjoon said, "Lucifer and Jungkook". It only just occurred to me that he called me that. I couldn't work out why but neither did I care. I couldn't care anymore, look where that got me.

Stuck with the people I fucking abducted. 

Fuck them.

Fuck Satan.

Fuck Devil for always being such a pervert.

Fuck Yoongi for being such a prick.

Fuck Jimin for being so nice.

Fuck Namjoon for noticing so much bullshit the cunt.

And most of all, Fuck me. Fuck me.

I'm so fucking fucked.

I try my hardest not to groan out loud at everything. It's ridiculous. Ludicrous even.

Of everything that could have happened, this happened.

I slump against the back wall and sigh.

"Everyone sleep now. You need it."

I think I hear some people try to reject this or even say anything at all but I block them out. I block it all out. Even as Namjoon sits beside me I block him out. Even as I lay my head on his shoulder I'm blocking him out, and especially when I close my eyes and force myself to sleep.

Fuck Namjoon.