Story Mode 57: Unabated Past

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THUMP.

THUMP.

THUMP.

His body convulses to the agonizing pulsing. His fingernails claw and rip at his scalp, it's white hair slowly dyeing to its original bright red. His legs kick against the floor, struggling to get away, struggling to hide. He tucks himself in a ball, but can't stop kicking. The pain from the snap of his nose as his knee collides with the small nerve covered bone doesn't even register. The screaming. The screaming. It's too loud.

It's too loud.

IT'S TOO LOUD

IT'S TOO LOUD

MAKE IT STOP!!!

"Saeran, Saeran!" He stares back at himself and a body much stronger than his own pins him down to the ground. His head throbs. His feet are on fire. His face— god— his face hurts. His bloodshot eyes focus on the ones above him. Salty tears sting his wounds, but the tears aren't his own. Neither is the face above him. It's the one that he used to long for. "Saeran?! Saeran, can you hear me?!"

"You—" a ball of blood, vomit, and elixir dislodges itself from his throat. "You left me."

Saeyoung embraces him tightly. Saeran doesn't have the energy to fight back. "I know. And I'm so sorry." Saeyoung lifts his brother and sets him over his shoulder. He has an arm balance his lower back and another wrap across the inside of his knees. "I'm so sorry, Saeran. I'm so sorry."

Saeran hangs over his brother's shoulder, all the tension drained from his body. He's warm. Just like the sun on their faces when they would escape the house to go eat ice cream. Joints bounce and twist below him, but they're not his. Limping, he realizes. They're leaving.

Saeyoung dashes out of the room, but swinging loosely behind him, Saeran sees everything. And he won't ever forget it.

MC's body lays limply on the floor. The knife that was meant for someone else stands buried in her chest. Beside her, his savi— Rika sits limp against the wall, a smile across her face. Her arms stretch to the sky as if ready to accept the sun into her arms.

V stands before her, the only one without a scratch on his body. "Rika," his words bounce off of the concrete walls, louder than Saeyoung's heavy breathing. Louder than the pounding in his head. Louder than the emptiness echoing in his chest.

"What about me, V?" She smiles up at him. Smiles. MC lays limp next to her, blood pooling. Saeyoung staggers beneath him, struggling for oxygen. He— himself. Saeran? Ray? Broken. He doesn't know— just broken. But she smiles. "What about me, V?" Her voice is as sweet as rotten fruit. "What about me, V?" A sickening giggle oozes out of her strangled throat. "When will you come to save me?"

The mint haired man kneels down closer to her. Rika's hands come to stroke his cheeks gently. His words are but a whisper, but they blare loudly throughout the room. "Soon. I promise." His face drops to the woman's and Saeran looks away in disgust. The small contents of his stomach threatens to force its way out. V's voice doesn't falter. "I'll save you, Rika. No matter what it takes."

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Saeran bolts up straight in his bed. Sweat drenches his covers and his heard pounds in his chest. Tears flow freely through his open eyes. A scream escapes his throat. A glass shatters in the kitchen and Saeyoung arrives at his door in seconds. He can't focus. "Y/n," he draws in a raspy breath. "I need to see Y/n."

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