Butterfly Effect.

Chapter Twelve.

The sounds of stomping sound through the woods, the heavy boots of two males running accompanying their heavy breaths, sweat dribbling down their foreheads.

"It's up here!" Minho shouts, pointing at the main cabin with his flashlight, running up to it. They have been running since they left the shed, and it must have been a good twenty minutes ago.

Jisung sighs in relief, "Thank God!" He pants, following the male inside, closing the door behind them. He stretches to the light switch, his fingers instantly covered with a dark liquid, gulping, "Hyung..." He whimpers, holding his fingers close to his eyes, "I think..."

"Jisung," Minho stares at the male's fingers, examining the blood, "Where is the safest place in the house-"

"None of the rooms in this house are safe," The man's voice from before bounces through the halls, the sound of clicking sounding from the doors and windows.

"Oh, fuck..." Jisung whispers faintly, wiping his fingers off on his pant.

Minho groans, "What the fuck do you want, you psycho!" He shouts, growling, "What do you want?"

"I want an apology."

"For what, Huh?" Minho snarls, wrapping his arms around Jisung, "What did we do to you?"

The man laughs through the speakers, "You'll find out sooner or later."

"Min- Minho-" Jisung stammers, backing up toward the door and jiggling the doorknob, attempting to pry it open, "It's locked!" He shouts, kicking at the door, "Hyung-"

Minho looks at Jisung and then toward the balcony, a masked figure standing above them. "I'll fucking kill you!" He screams while He runs toward the stairs, dashing after the male who races down the hallway, following him.

Jisung follows them, stopping at the end of the hallway once the two males run into a room, the door closing behind them. He swiftly runs toward it, trying for the knob before beginning to pound on it, "Minho!" He shouts, "Hyung-"

The sound of thumping resonates through the room, along with heavy pants. The noise of glass shattering is the only thing Jisung hears before it becomes silent.

"Minho..." He whispers, backing up gradually, the floor creaking underneath his weight.

The door suddenly swings open, and to his horror, the masked man stands there with a tilted head, Minho laying on the ground behind him.

Jisung steps backward, gulping, "Please-" He whispers, "Please, I'm-"

The man rushes forward, tackling Jisung to the ground. He tugs a cloth from his back pocket, covering Jeongin's mouth and nose with it, prompting him to breathe it in.

"I don't think it was your fault,"

The man's voice is oddly familiar, but Jisung can't think, He is slowly falling unconscious.

"But, Jisung..." He whispers while the male's vision fades, "This is what you all deserve."

Jisung wakes up, lifting his head only to see Minho across from him, still sound asleep. They happen to be strapped to metal chairs, and He attempts to wiggle out of the restraints, groaning.

Minho's eyes open after a few moments, instantly panicked, raising his, unrestrained, arms in the air, "What the fuck-" He groans, his head pounding and dried blood on his forehead, "Why are we here?"

"It's the guy who killed Changbin!" Jisung shouts, striving to rock his chair back and forth. He looks up at the ceiling, two saws hanging over the both of them, "We're going to die, Minho! I don't- I don't want to die yet!" He sobs. "I'm so scared."

"You fucking monster!" Minho screams, bashing his fists down onto the sides of his chair, "No one is going to die," He shakes his head, "We won't die, Jisung!"

Jisung throws his head into his lap, bawling, "I love you so much, Minho-" He lifts his head, his red blood drying onto his skin, "We-"

"Jisung it'll be-"

"We wasted everything, Minho," Jisung hiccups, his words shrill, "We could have done so much together if we wouldn't have come here- We-" He sobs, "We were going to get a chipmunk and name- name it Minsung, and take care of it- and-"

Minho closes his eyes, "I'm so sorry, Baby..." He whispers, "I'm so fucking sorry." He stretches toward the male, yet he cannot reach him, "I promise that when we get out of this-" He cracks a smile before a whirring begins over their heads. He lifts his eyes and gulps, "Oh, my god!"

The saws have begun to circulate.

"No! Help, Minho!"

"Jisung, I'll get you out of here," Minho runs his fingers through his hair, "I won't let you die!"

"Hello there, my special little test subjects."

Jisung snivels, "I'm so scared, Minho."

"Fuck." Minho rubs at his eyes, "Don't be scared, Jisung."

"Oh, You should be, Jisung, because here's the twist;

A gun drops infront of Minho from a hole in the ceiling.

"Jeongin has made one fatal choice today,"

"Oh, No... No." Jisung whimpers.

"So, Minho must make one now..."

Minho stares down at the gun, leaning down and picking it up.

The psycho laughs, "Minho, You can take that gun infront of you and either kill Jisung, or yourself." He hums, "Whoever's left wins and can breathe another day! The choice is yours."

The saw begins to lower.

Minho looks up at the machine, raising his gun and shooting it.

"Don't be so silly, Minho."

"Minho-" Jisung's lip quivers, "Jeongin chose to save us before," He gulps, "It- It's my choice now instead! I choose to save you."

Minho's eyes dart around the room until he brings the gun to the side of his head, his eyes fluttering closed.

Jisung begins to scream, "Minho, don't do this! It should be me!"

Minho shudders, sliding his index finger across the trigger, "Fuck-"

"Let me choose this time... Let me save you!" Jisung's eyes widen, "If I can do one, last thing in life that's good. I'll choose to save you."

The older male moves the gun away from his head, holding it up in the air. "I'm..." He whispers, "I will always feel sorry for not treating you like the prince you are," He allows his head to hang forward, "I was the worst boyfriend ever," He brings the gun back to his head, "I'm so fucking sorry, Jisung." He closes his eyes.

Before He has the time to pull the trigger, two screeches sound from two directions.

A panting Chris stumbles in from one of the doors, and the Psycho tumbles in from the other.

"No, No!" Jisung shouts at the Psycho, "Get away!"

Minho directs the gun at the male and unloads the gun into his chest, groaning.

"Oh, Minho..." The psycho chuckles, Chris's light shines onto his body while He revolves around the two restrained males, slipping his fingers underneath his mask. His voice becomes the one the three males know by heart. "I knew you would try to shoot me..."

The mask falls to the ground, and they all gasp.

"Changbin..?"