Superhuman

Chapter 45

His body became lifeless and limp as he collapses to the floor.

"What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? IS HE DEAD?!" Yeri wasn't sure what emotion to portray, so they all seemed to come out at once. Haechan was both overwhelmed and relieved.

"I doubt he can survive that. Otherwise, he'll just have incredible brain damage and that's the equivalent of being dead." Haechan responds, shakily. He was confused as to how he was able to sound so calm and collected. He just killed another person in his life.

A thought dawned on the both of them, as a movement came from behind the couch and a small head peeks over. Jongho had wide eyes displaying shock.

He was still there. He just witnessed a murder in front of his own eyes. Jongho trembled as he moved out from behind the couch.

"Jongho, oh my god. I'm so sorry you had to witness this. Oh no, I really wasn't trying to get you involved and-" Haechan was rambling out anything he could think of to try to ease Jongho. His friend probably found him to be psychotic.

Jongho cuts off the worrying rant, "Haechan, please stop." He pauses to let the silence fill the room. It was hard to decide on what emotion to feel.

It was insane to him that he just witnessed a real murder, but at the same time, he was amazed that he witnessed a real murder by his super-power-using best friend.

"You really do have powers holy shit." Jongho was impressed, despite the current situation.

"I'm a bit concerned with that reaction, but you're not mad?" Haechan felt relief from the other's words, but he was still guilty to have him experience that.

After receiving confirmation that Jongho was not upset at him, he breathes a sigh of relief, before turning to Yeri. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I heard him push you earlier." Yeri denies it, reassuring that she was fine and not injured.

"Can you explain everything? Please? I'm more confused than anything else." Jongho was curious to hear why everything that happened just now, happened. He finds a seat on the couch.

Haechan nods his head. He knew an explanation was deserved. So, he told everything, starting from the very beginning of it all.

After about a ten minute explanation, Haechan breathes a sigh of relief when he was finished with the whole story. He hoped Jongho wouldn't be too weirded out by everything. The friendship they had was something Haechan deeply cherished.

A thought settles in his mind as he waits for Jongho's reaction. At the banquet, he remembers his dad cutting his arm open and planting something in it.

"Yeri?" Both land their glances on Haechan, upon hearing the worry seeping through his words. "I think I know how Jaebum found me. Th-there's a tracking device in my arm." Tears began filling his eyes as he realized how much he put the two in danger by just being there. Something worse could have tracked him down and they might not have come out lucky. That scared Haechan.

Yeri quickly stepped over to him to look at his arm. Sure enough, she found a slight groove in the surface of his skin, where a scar displayed faintly.

"We need to get this out, immediately."

Haechan and Jongho's eyes went wide as they realized what she was referring to. They had to cut his arm open.

"Uhm, I don't think-" Haechan pauses, trying to find an excuse as to why they shouldn't rip into his skin, but nothing came into mind.

Yeri began moving around the house, in search of specific items. In the mean time, the two boys stood in the living room, unsure of what to do. They were lost in their chaotic thoughts.

"So, uhm, are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room? Or...?" Jongho asks, the question directed to no one in particular.

The dead body still laid by the edge of the room. It was beginning to smell and as the boys glanced at it, they couldn't help a shiver running down their back since his eyes were still open.

"Hey, Yeri? Jongho and I are going to take care of this garbage." Haechan shouts out to Yeri, while dragging the other boy over to help him.

"What?! No! I'm not touching that! Don't you have mind moving powers or whatever? You do it!" Jongho was trying to find everything in him to get out of doing this.

Haechan shook his head, "We need to find where to dispose of it and I can't do it on my own. You're coming with me." Jongho groans at this, but complies reluctantly.

"Okay, I'm going to need you to hold on to my arm," Haechan instructs, as he holds it out for the other.

"Look, you're really great, but I actually am already interested in someone else. I don't think he'd appreciate if I started seeing someone new."

Haechan rolls his eyes at Jongho's response. "You're so annoying. I need you to hold on so I can have you teleport with me, dumbass. I'm not flirting with you. Besides, I'm taken."

"Woah, you and Yeri? I mean she doesn't seem like your type, but I support you." Jongho looks over at Haechan with a look of satisfaction.

"Again, no, you dumbass. I have a boyfriend, but he lives in Korea." Haechan sighs out of frustration and grabs ahold of Jongho's arm.

"Oh, damn. I'm really sorry to hear that. Long distance relationships suck. I used to be in one and-" Before Jongho could finish what he was saying, Haechan had them teleport, along with Jaebum's dead body. It was a bit difficult for him to take two along with him, and it really wore out his mind for doing that, but he was successful none the less.

They arrived at the edge of a secluded lake. It was your typical murder mystery story scene, based in the woods, away from society. Haechan definitely did not want to get caught with this, so they couldn't risk anything.

They quickly dump the body into the water, but Haechan wanted to make sure it would be hidden well so he used a bit of his telekinesis to push the body more into the ground.

"Well, that should do it!" Haechan begins walking away. Satisfied with the completion of hiding the body.

"That's it?! You're done?! No ceremony or anything? He just died!" Jongho was chasing after his retreating friend, who simply shook his head. "Wow."

"Hold on to my arm again. Yeri will be expecting us back. I have to get this thing out of my arm quickly." Haechan was dreading that, though. It was something that had to be done.