Dancing With The Devil

game on.

Namjoon's POV

"Boys!" I yelled into the quiet house. My voice echoing back to me. I didn't take long for their distant voices to respond with a sassy, "what?"

"What happened?" Jin's voice emerged from a hallway.

"We're going to my mom's house. Apparently, Emrie sent her something else but my mom wants us all there" I said. Mom had called in a state of panic and frustration saying that Emrie had struck again, as if she was a lightning bolt. This time, however, she insinuated there might be a meaning that she didn't seem to understand.

We pulled up to her house. From far away, nothing seemed wrong. There was no dead animal draining its blood on the front steps, there was no coffin or noose. If Emrie Fey didn't exist, that train of thought would've never come across my brain in a million lifetimes.

There was a little table with a cream-colored table cloth and plate. Covering the plate was a round steel plate cover. "Mom, you okay?" I shut the passenger door behind me as the boys followed behind.

"I'm fine. Whatever is under that tin smells rancid" she scrunched her face, plugging her nose shut. I held in a deep breath, put my hand on the knob above the cover, and picked it up.

There laid a pile of dead bloody fish, which must've been caught just recently. They were still wet and fresh but their heads had been severed. "Okay ew, what do you think it means?" Hobi asked, cowardly hiding behind Jungkook's shoulder.

"Fish don't really seem like an Emrie Fey kind of threat. I remember hearing her say she hated sushi. Why would she give us fish?" Yoongi added. I looked down at the horrific scene in front of me, knowing exactly what kind of message she was sending.

"It means, we'll be sleeping with the fishes... as in... we're all dead," I said. The sounds of gasps and widened eyes erupted behind me.
"There's something there, hyung" Taehyung pointed out. I followed my gaze to where he was pointing to and there was a piece of paper buried in the center of the fish. Disgusted, I pulled it out. The white envelope had been blood-stained and soggy with water. I lifted the small flap and took out the card inside.

You are all cordially invited to the Eighth Quinquennial Fey Family Gala

Please Join the
Fey Family
In Celebrating Another
Five Years of Success and Prosperity

I flipped the card over where all the information was provided in gold and curly sophisticated font. "Mom, what is this?" I asked.

"Minseok held a huge ball every five years that the Fey's empire was successful. It's a tradition that's been going on for generations. This year is the 45th year. He missed the last three galas because of prison... I guess he's bringing it back now"

"Are we going?" Jimin asked, resting his chin on Jungkook's shoulder.

"What if it's like a bloody massacre?" Jin said.

"I wouldn't be surprised. All partnering mafia families are invited, business partners and even the government officers came once. Everyone there has pledged allegiance to that family. He would definitely pull some stunt there. No doubt" Mom said.

"Ok, so we're not going" I concluded.

"Yeah, I agree" Jin stated.

"Yeah, this gala will end the feud going on between us because we'll all be dead" Mom continued.

"How do we decline or RSVP?" Hobi asked. I flipped the card over, "it says if we want to attend to send back a live animal. If we reject, send a dead one" I recited from the card.