Deads Advocate

15

"Hyunwoo, you asshole, you in here?" Chan called, pushing the door open into what was the makeshift operation headquarters. The monitors and camera's where blinking away quietly, but a quick scan of the room reveled it to be empty. Once an operating theater, it now housed only rusted out gurney's and some left over, surgical implements. He took two steps into the room to look further when a yell form the hallway stopped him. "In here Beom." he called back.

The woman stepped in behind him. "He here?" she asked quietly well aware the camera was just outside.

"Don't see him..." Chan mumbled, eyes still panning. "We better get back, the bitch wants to roll..." he sighed, "I'm done with this, that crazy woman can do her own shit."

Beom hummed in agreement as the pair turned, missing the pool of darkening blood dripping slowly from the gurney in the far corner. "We have two more days then we can get the hell out of here." she said as they joined Minseok and Ji-hye, they were back at the scene of the crime so to speak, the same room as yesterday. The idea was to see if this was the central place of activity.

"What is Yeonha doing?" Minseok mumbled as he watched her pace almost dreamily, hands waving about in what he assumed was some play at her medium skills. Skills that had been seriously questioned in the last few days.

"I feel their presence still....there are some troubled spirits..." she called to them. Beom looked to Chan, shaking her head. 

Minseok whispered to Ji-hye. "Is she ever going to give up?"

Across the room, Yeonha was well aware of the doubt, her mood was as black as her dress. She stomped towards the far side of the room, cursing roundly as her slippered foot connected with something heavy and metallic. Cursing, she peered down ready to give whatever had got her a sound kick. "What the..." she peered closer it was a metal box, rusted with age and elements but she could still see the initials S. H. "S.H. who..." she trailed off, eyes widening as she recalled her research. "Son Han-gyeol," she gasped, hands trembling as they reached for the innocent looking lock box.

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"Jungkook..."

The voice was back.

Jungkook's head felt fuzzy and detached, pounding. He turned muzzily towards the voice, barely registering they were in the now run down hospital. "Wha..." he said blinking.

"Jungkook, we are running out of time." The man in the straight jacket stood alone, looking sad and defeated. "They grow stronger."

The young man was coming back to himself. "Who are?"

The man looked over his shoulder, grimacing. "Second floor, in the back eastern corner are his private rooms. Find them, and you'll find the files."

He was backing away now.

"Wait, who are you?" Jungkook called.

"Find the files, you'll find me..."

"Jungkook.....Jungkook!" Taehyung frantically stroked his lovers face, hearing him groan he hurriedly sat him up. Jungkook's head was pounding. "Are you ok bunny?" Tae cradled the man as cloudy eyes began to clear.

"Tae." he said faintly before remembering, "We got to..." he began as Tae slowly stood. Jungkook glanced across the room, at a pale, shaking Jin. "You ok?" he called to his oldest hyung, voice sounding small, and choked.