BLIGHT || NCT Apocalypse au

7

a second... a minute... 10 minutes had passed and there no noise in the house after the gutteral screaming and crying coming from Jisung.

Jisung, after becoming all cried out, glared daggers at Ayano. At the time, she still wasn't fully processing what she had done. It wasn't until he spoke.

"I hate you. I hate you so much. I hope you rot in hell, Ayano." He stood up, harshly wiping his tears and leaving the room. Jeno called for him and Chenle quickly followed him. Jeno stayed behind as he watched Ayanos knees meet the ground.

"Ayano! Are you okay?!" Jeno quickly made his way to her, weary of the close proximity of his close friends corpse.

"Obviouslu fucking not, jeno. I'm a monster. i just killed Jisungs soulmate for god sakes! Not only that, but I could've saved her if i was a little bit faster. A step. A step more and she wouldn't have died. I can't believe.... i ca-cant..." She stuttered as her throat began to close.

Not a second later a heart wrenching broken sob broke from her. She shook violently as she began to finally break. Her sobs quickly became screams. Agonizing. Painful. She clawed at her chest, wondering why it hurt so fucking bad.

Because you killed her, you bitch!

Her inner thoughts only fueled the fire as she continued to cry. Her shuddering only came after a long 15 minutes of constant tears, though they didnt seem to stop, she looked to meet Jeno in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jeno. I know she meant a lot to us. Are-Are you d...doing... o-okay?" Her words paused frequently as hiccups halted her speach.

"I will be.. you and Jisung have taken the brunt of it. Don't worry too much about me." He smiled, his grief and overwhelming sadness was so poorly masked by his charm, though she didn't push.

The group didn't even notice the rest of the group, along wjth the 3 new members, watching in shock, unable to take it all in.

"I-damn..." One of the new ones said, rubbing his temple.

"Yeah... She's probably one of the most broken out of us, though. She just lost her family like... not even 3 days ago so having to kill one of her closesnt friends and the other saying he hates her must hurt a lot." Mark explained to his older friends, wrappimg a bangade around the sprained ankle while keeping a protective eye on the girl.

"I can't imagine... she doesn't seem to like us very much, huh?" The taller of the 3 asked quietly, changing the subject to lift the icy feeling of despair in the air.

"She's tense and for the situation we are in, i wouldn't blame her. The only reason she came out was because she made a promise to us. Otherwise.... you'd be chopped liver... quite literally." Nobody laughed at the poor timed joke Mark made and he sighed.

"too soon. And this should do it. Can you stand, Doyoung?" He asked the one on the table. He grunted and stood, walking a bit (limping sounds better), and nodding.

"much better, thank you Mark." Mark nodded, putting the med supplies away and tucking the box in a drawer below the counter.

-next morning-

Tense. The whole house was tense. With the arrival of 3 new people, who nobody knew the names of yet [not that they tried to know], it only made it worse. Jisung locked himself upstairs, his quiet whinning echoed into Ayanos neighboring room through the night.

Ayano didn't cry. She didn't shed one tear after her breakdown. She grabbed brickz and built up a sturdy wall in herself, ocking emotions from logic. Emotionally, she'd probably be trying to... off herself.. but in her logical state, she only planned for the future.

She sat alone at the kitchen table, 2 notebooks opened in front of her as well as 4 thick books from Chenles.. Library. He had a fucking library in his house...

She would scribble down notes, strategies, and everything she could find on these creatures. Nothing. Nothing showed up.

She groaned in frustration, staring at the back of her left hand suddenly feeling the urge to send the pen that was held steady in her right hand right through it.

"There won't be much useful information in books, it seems you figured it out." A tall man with light brown hair and nicely shaped lips spoke. She glared at him, not really wishing for an interaction with one of the people causing the death of her friend.

"Please leave me be, i don't wish to have any association with you at the moment." she calmly spoke as she began ti scribble more ideas.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. If anything, its our fault. I wish we could make it up." his smooth voice sent her on edge, angry. She inhaled sharply before slamming the pen onto the desk, making him flinch.

"Understand this, beanstalk, I don't give a shit if you feel sorry for me. Don't waste your time. We have more pressing matters at hand, don't you think? Now I'd most appreciate if you left me alone." She snapped, making him nod lightly.

"I understand." With that, he turned on his heel and left the dining room. Ayano exhaled, not ready ti deal with anything.

She looked back into kne of the books on mythical creatures when she stumbled across a very familiar sketch and description... She just about jumoed in glee.

she found it.

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I KNOW THIS CHAPTER SUCKED MAD ASS IM SO SORRY!!! IT WAS ALSO SHORTER THAN THE OTHERS BUT I PROMISE ILL BE BETTER!!! TILL NEXT TIME