I had to take care of Jeon first. Just to test out the limits. I turned towards him and took a step forward. The ground sunk. Decaying. I could feel the earth as my boots wore off. Another step. Wet earth.
“Stop,” an officer called out. This was fun. Maybe I do have to learn to fly. I spread my wings, tried moving them.
I didn’t know how to fly. I flapped both my wings. I did not stay up but it did lift me adequately.
Gunshot. Right shoulder. I looked up to see that Jeon had moved the officer’s arm to bend the shot. Wrong move.
“Jeon!” The officer yelled.
“I’ll kill her,” he insisted.
I landed. “Kill me? When Jeon? I think you have a clear shot now.”
He hesitated. Two shots soon followed afterwards. None of them from his gun. Both of them were abhorrent at shooting. A waste of shots, really. Now they were going to die for their mistakes.
I took a step forward, the ground disintegrated. “I killed your brother, didn’t I? Again the memories are a bit hazy, but I am pretty sure I did.”
“Gray,” he tried. His voice wavering but he kept his form.
“Younger? No, a bit older than you.” I moved forwards, as my dress frayed with contact.
He moved back. The officers behind him soon followed.
“It was enjoyable from the bits I remember,” I chuckled. My memories were tainted, but I remembered the glee afterwards.
“Gray, no!” Taehyung warned.
I took a step forward. This time the ground practically vanished. I had so much time in store and so much to give. I couldn't keep control of my presence for long.
"Gray," Jungkook said. "It's fine. I forgive you."
Crack.
Forgiveness was for the weak. People who weren't strong enough to get revenge. Forgiveness required nothing. Just words. While revenge. One could relish on revenge. Just hack at it until you are the last one standing. That's the only thing that counts.
"Just come back," he continued. "It's fine. It's fine about my brother." He was crying. Gently. Darling, how are you going to shoot the gun with soggy eyes?
I flapped my wings to get traction, but it didn't work. I landed awkwardly as my dress frayed. I could feel the seams on the sleeves tearing as the fabric aged.
I knelt down losing balance as the earth underneath me quaked with pressure and water and wind and fire.
Air got heavy with dust as I sank further. I tried holding on but everything turned to dust. I didn't want to die again. I have died so many times before.
"Gray!"
Joon. "Gray, let's go back home."
And then everything went dark.
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Fanfiction"Why does everyone keep saying that? How isn't it me when I did it? I thought it. With my own brain and did it," I shouted. " And I still can sense the thought, the thought of wanting to kill you." He just kindly looked back at me and said, "Then t...
