Superhuman

Chapter 37

The way the man irritated Haechan just by standing there in front of him was enough to make him want to throw a table at him. It's all his fault that the gang was running to the hospital, not Haechan's.

The two found themselves in one of the smaller banquet rooms. It had some tables along the side of the room, as well as a couple of stacks of chairs. It was as if the company was getting ready for an event to be held here. The silence was ricocheting off the dull wallpapered walls making the younger squirm from the awkward, stale air. The older of the two was leaning against a table, an eyebrow lifted as he examined Haechan from fifteen feet away.

"You know, Donghyuck-"

"Stop calling me that," Haechan snarls.

The man merely chuckles without emotion.

"You're strong. Very strong. Almost, too strong, but not strong enough. I made you like that, but I'm disappointed in myself. You wanna know why?"

Haechan didn't answer. Part of him didn't want to hear anything, but the other part of him needed to know what was going on in his sick brain.

"I didn't make you strong enough. I told those lab workers to make their serums stronger, but they whined to me about how it will mentally kill you so all you are is a vessel carrying incredible powers. I so dumbly listened to them and held it off, but now I regret doing so."

He pushes himself away from the table and walks a little closer to Haechan, making the younger feel intimidated. He refused to show weakness to the man, though. He had to be stronger to defeat him.

"You know, Do- whatever the fuck you call yourself now, your mom was really kind. She had the biggest heart ever and only wanted the best for those around her, especially you." He pauses. "I hated that so I killed her. Oh! Secret's out now! I killed your mother and had so much fun doing it." A wicked smile grows across his face as he watches his adopted son's face crumble in despair.

A shot of pain from the sadness hits Haechan hard. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. It seemed impossible. His mom died from sickness, there was no way.

As he stood there trying to wrap his mind around that thought, the man smiled proudly in a sick way. He knew he had Haechan, after this.

"Wait, what? You- you can't be serious." He was staring at the man in disbelief. The man he used to call dad, who destroyed his childhood and made it impossible for him to have anything close to a normal life, the man who was a murderer, the man he was about to destroy.

The anger was festering inside him like lava, beginning to bubble up under the surface. His only blood related family died at the hands of a sick, deranged, mad man. His breathing quickens and his fists clench.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

The shout startles the man slightly, but he regains his composure just as quickly.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" He stomps up to the man, staring up at him with rage in his eyes. "You ruined me. You are the reason I am how I am. I'm a monster because of you," he whispers gravelly. Haechan was seething.

"Your mom sold you to me so I can do whatever I please to you. I wanted you to become my weapon and that's exactly what I did." His voice sent fearful shivers down Haechan's back, but he hid the terror and kept the anger on display.

"I own you."

Those three words made something snap inside Haechan. The anger that was bubbling inside him was released. He wanted to make him hurt so badly, to make him feel what Haechan had gone through all his life and the miserable pain he was always in. The thought of the walls falling in on them and crushing the man made the younger feel satisfied, but not satisfied enough. Unless it were to really happen.

He steps back, a glare on his face, as he whips his hand out to the side. He was still staring at the man as he swings his arm at the other, throwing the anger with it.

One of the tables follow the movement.

As it collides with the man, the table somehow gets hit backwards, causing irritation to arise in the younger. Why didn't it affect him?

The man chuckles loudly.

"That was not nice of you. I thought I taught you how to be well behaved." The man was irritated, but didn't seem to show any fear of what the younger did.

"You didn't teach me anything. You didn't do anything for me." Haechan felt confused by why his attack didn't work. He was thrown off slightly, but didn't let it get to him too much. He pushes his shoulders back to show his strength and that he wasn't letting the man win.

"You seem confused as to what happened with your flimsy attack. Well, once upon a time, I had the lab inject me with the same serum they injected you. After seeing how successful it was for you, I figured it would be safe on me as well. I was terribly wrong. My blood type rejects it, so I decided to focus everything on you. I wanted to make you into what I wanted to be, invincible and deadly. Except, the serum left some of it in me so I still have a bit of telekinetic abilities. So, throw all the tables at me. I can take it."