𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

16; 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

"way too easy." junhui muttered to himself, hands forming into a fist. ahead, there are at least 14 dozens of armed people that junhui has to face all alone. minus wonwoo, who decided to chase after mingyu. "i can kill all of you, but should i?"

junhui stood up properly, smirking at them as they started firing at him without warning. "oh no, you think those guns will work on me? don't you know who i am?"

junhui had always been incompetent(according to him), and he always hesitated wether to go for hand to hand combat, or fish out a weapon. using his ability was rarely an option, except when he was in pledis mafia. he can't control red demon and all he can get her to do is kill people. minghao helped him before, but it was still hard. you have to get mad at her before she complies.

but i'm stronger now. junhui has improved. junhui is not the same wen junhui from before. not the junhui who can't control red demon, not junhui who can only kill using his ability. not the junhui who has a demon parasite living off of him.

junhui is not even human anymore.

"oh, i know you know me. wen junhui, with the red demon ability? rings a bell, right?" junhui opens his arms, while his opponents only kept on shooting. junhui's body is deflecting the bullets, so it's no use. but they haven't realized yet. "but that file is sooo yesterday. you guys are not updated."

junhui smirks, jumping at an abnormal height of 4 metres. one by one, junhui presses his thumb on their exposed skin, receiving some punches along the way. it hurt, but junhui still gets the last laugh.

i'm more capable of joining a mafia now, but whatever. i'm on the good side. junhui thought, touching the skin of the last person in the 14 dozen crowd. junhui hops on top of a rack, crouching down. he squints at the pathetic little lackeys still trying to shoot him or get him down.

"you know what, last piece of information before we go 'lights out'." junhui chuckled, yelling at the people below him. he felt so high. (no, he did not intake any type of drug. junhui still idolizes minghao though.) "i'm wen junhui, and my ability? i have a lot of abilities. i am an ex-mafia member. i am not a pure human anymore."

junhui smirks, snapping his fingers. consecutively, the lackeys stop moving, and they fall down to the floor. they could be dead, but who knows what junhui did to them? nobody. nobody knows. "i'm half human, half demon. nice to meet you guys! i'll see you in a couple of years, if time allows?"

junhui jumps down, and avoids the bodies plopped on the floor. no regrets, no mistakes. a perfect execution.

now, where is the backup?

"hello, fuckers. where are you from?" junhui says, kicking the door to the dock open. he unveiled about half a hundred backup hiding here, thanks to his amplified and increased senses. "look, red demon. they're cowering in fear."

red demon's consciousness is still there, and she doesn't come out unless junhui calls her. she's close to getting sucked out of her life due to junhui getting all of her powers and demonic senses, but junhui struggled to keep her alive. she's the being that had kept junhui company, even in the darkest of times.

red demon doesn't mind junhui killing her, though. her sole purpose is to protect, help, and defend junhui from imminent danger. she's willing to do anything, give up anything for junhui. it's a part of her duty, dying for junhui and giving him her powers, so he can protect himself even if she's gone. there's no use crying about it.

selfless.

"unless you make me your king, you guys die." junhui smirked at them, crossing his arms as yet another wave of bullets come for him. as usual, it doesn't affect him. "just kidding. i don't want to be a king of dimwits. alright, let's make this fast!"

junhui clasps his hands together, rubbing it slightly. when junhui could feel the power coursing through his veins, he stretches his arms out and faces his palms to the dimwits. junhui's palms were embedded with unfamiliar characters.

anyone who sees those characters are cursed to die immediately.

"it's my first time using it..." junhui trailed off, looking at his palms; utter amazement painted all over his face. "...and i can say that it works. maybe this is my era. my time to shine." junhui mumbles, still amazed.

"why do i feel so good after that?" junhui scratched his scalp, walking back inside the grocery to grab a snack after his little outrage. "should i get the pop tarts or the chips? oh my god. i'm torn."

"shit shit shit shit." mingyu mumbled, leaning on the brick wall behind him. "he will find me. fuck." mingyu wipes the sweat from his forehead, panting as he recovered from his little jog.

wonwoo was fast. not exactly as fast as jihoon, but just enough to keep mingyu in his sight. mingyu could straight up fight wonwoo, but he ran away. because mingyu knew that wonwoo was at an advantage, and he'd lose. mingyu also knew that there'd be a point where wonwoo will corner him.

wonwoo was always at an advantage. his ability is way better than mingyu's. his members just don't say it, but mingyu's not exactly good at stakeouts or fights. mingyu knows that they're just trying not to hurt mingyu's feelings.

why? mingyu understands that he is one of a kind, but his gift is not very outstanding for his line of work. it takes time to write. sometimes, his ink doesn't work on objects that are not paper! it would come in handy if he's not a special agent in a supernatural division, but no. mingyu's life is different. he can't live the normal life. he will live this kind of life, full of hardships, trying to cope with his ability that is worth scraps.

"gotcha." mingyu froze, wonwoo walks into his peripheral vision. mingyu lifts his hands, a gun in between them. mingyu was ready to shoot anytime, but wonwoo won't be affected. he will either make the gravity from downwards stronger, or make a gravitational force behind mingyu so the bullet hits the editor instead.

but no. wonwoo places gravitational forces around mingyu's fingers, pulling them away from the gun. mingyu desperately tried to keep his grip strong on the weapon, but the gravitational force around it was stronger. the gun falls to the ground.

"didn't you hear me the last time we met? you're my mission." wonwoo says monotonously, dead eyes looking straight into mingyu's. mingyu was looking at his fingers still  getting pulled outwards, horrified. mingyu was not able to do a single thing to prevent this pain from kicking in. "i'll give you a taste of pain before i eventually kill you. because your death will be fast and you won't have time to indulge yourself in pain."

mingyu's eyes widened, looking at his fingers getting bent in weird angles. the two heard consecutive bone-cracking, before a deafening scream from mingyu was heard. wonwoo was unfazed, watching mingyu's demise.

"here you go." wonwoo picks up the gun, and points it at the preoccupied mingyu. "i'm going for the head."