•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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Yeosang looked at Chaerin's and his interlocked hands.
Her lips were quivering as she sat on his bed. Her hands were shaking in his, her breathing shallow as Chaerin attempted to collect herself.
Finally she spoke up.
"I was 16," she started, "I had just been injected and the doctor... he knew I was different and didn't know what to do. The mafia on the other hand had somehow already known and infiltrated the facility. At that point Mingi and I had already been separated. The doctor... he told me to hide..."
Yeosang listened.
He had never went through the test.
"... they found me and dragged me out," Chaerin said, "they had to drug me because I didn't want to leave. I woke up chained to a wall. No family. No clue of where I was. All I saw was a peasant and an array of weapons. A man- he walked in and told me to watch. He shot the peasant. He... he said it destroyed my empathy. He... they said that empathy would kill me. My emotions would kill me.
Yeosang looked up at Chaerin.
He wanted so badly to say that the government had said the same thing.
"...They wouldn't stop shooting the man. There was so many bullet wounds. For two months straight that's all I saw. Poor low class people being brought in a shot, stabbed, skewered, choked, beaten to death in front of me... everyday."
Now he couldn't correlate this with the government.
The only thing he could correlate this with was the edited history videos shown.
Chaerin paused making sure it was ok to continue.
"It's fine," Yeosang, "continue if you want to."
Chaerin inhaled.
"When I go off that wall, I had lost all use of my legs and arms, I was a living rag doll," she said, "they retrained my body to fit the assassin lifestyle. Flexibility, strength, they changed my body so it would be easier to kill and leave. Then I was the one killing the peasants. If I didn't... they would put a tally on my skin. With a knife they would carve a small line in my back."
Yeosang froze.
This has turned to physical and mental abuse.
He had only experienced toxic and mental abuse. Lies and poisons being skipped to him. Not death and physical threats.
"Most trainees died at this period," she said continuing, "five had died within the two months, fifteen died during the time when they were killing the peasants. We had never seen anyone else but the mafia people, not any other trainees. We thought we were the only ones. That was until we were brought to fight each other..."
Yeosang studied her.
How many trainees had there been, and out of them, Chaerin had been the one to survive.
"We would fight to the death, or until our opponent was dead," she said, "we were taught to be emotionless. This was when I met Seonghwa. He was never a trainee. His muscles and limbs had never been rearranged. He had never had to watch someone die in front of him. He had been chosen to be the next leader."
Yeosang nodded.
Everything seemed to be falling into place. It made sense.
"He fought me, but never won, he was the only one who had tried to talk to me after a fight, he was the only one who made an effort," she said, "we became friends and quickly the mafia picked up on it. They killed every trainee but one. His name was Jaehyun. He had been there for two more years than I had. He was the biggest threat, yet I had been trained to not fear anything but fear itself and the mafia, he was never a threat."
She paused.
"What happened to him," Yeosang asked.
"I killed him," she said, "after months of training everyday, me and Seonghwa were sent in to kill the current assassin and boss. But so was Jaehyun. The goal was for me to kill Jaehyun and the assassin, Jaehyun's goal to kill me and assassin. Seonghwa's goal was to kill the boss. Jaehyun could've been the assassin and I would've been dead."
Yeosang inhaled at the thought of this.
The high possibility that Chaerin wouldn't be siting here on his bed holding his hand. The possibility that Mingi would've been poor and on the streets, or possibly worse.
He shuddered at the thought.
"What about you," Chaerin said, "do you want to speak up?"
Yeosang looked at her.
He knew how hard and emotionally draining it was to dump out you emotions.
He shook his head.
"Not today," he said, "that was a lot."
Chaerin nodded as if she could read his mind that was going 'relieve your trauma then I'll relieve mine when both of us are less tired.'
She shuffled her body closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her.
Soon enough of them enjoying each other's embrace he felt her body slump further into his. She had fallen asleep.
Yeosang sat there and thought about it.
Another reason why he didn't want to go on about his time in the capital was because he wasn't meant in there.
