⛈XO - Hugs & Knives⛈
TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic Violence, Death, blah, blah—
DON'T READ IF YOU ARE AN EMOTIONAL LITTLE SHIT! Like me.
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September 1, 1997
"Just one more push," Henry panted. The tent was filled with screams coming from his wife, and constant bickering between the two boys as they held on to her hands.
"Just put a rag over her mouth!" said Yoongi.
"She's giving birth not getting a bullet out!" Jimin retorted.
"What's the fucking difference, she's in pain!"
Lady Magnificent let out an ear piercing shriek. The two boys looked over to Henry whose face contorted from scared to relief. His bloody hands lifted up, revealing a squirming, crying newborn drenched in blood.
"It's alive!" Jimin smiled, tears falling from his eyes.
"No shit," Yoongi whimpered. Jimin looked over to him only to see the usually motionless and emotionless boy wipe a tear from his eye.
"Hey," Jimin called in a small voice, causing Yoongi to look over at him. "we did a good job." he smiled. Yoongi nodded with a grin on his face and watched as Henry cut the umbilical cord.
"It's a boy," Henry announced.
"I was hoping it would be a boy," Lady Magnificent croaked. She licked her dry lips and extended her arms out to hold her child. Henry laid the baby in her arms, and they shared a kiss as the boys looked away.
Once Yoongi turned his head away, his eyes widened in shock once he saw the several men standing at the entrance. One man had a silver gun in his hand while another held a long knife.
"Stay away!" Yoongi shouted in rage, standing up in a protective stance. The men only stepped closer to the scene as Jimin went to stand beside his best friend.
"We don't want to hurt you," one of the men laughed. "we just want the baby. This way, we can be even and forget all about what happened."
"Take the child and run away from here," Henry whispered to his wife. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear as she held her baby wrapped up in a cloth.
"Let's all run away," she said.
"I'm sorry, my love, but these men's won't leave until they've tasted blood themselves. We'll be okay. Take the boys with you and run." he instructed.
"You can't have him, he's ours." Jimin told them off.
"Not anymore, he's not." the man lifted his hand, aiming it at Jimin.
"No!"
Boom.
Time stopped, breaths hitched, and blood splattered.
Henry and Lady Magnificent turned around just in time to see knees hit the dirt. The smoke of the gun floated out of the barrel.
"No, no, no." the second boy cried, kneeling down besides his friend, holding him upright by his shoulders.
"Yoongi,"
The mint haired boy looked up through droopy eyes, his shirt soaked with blood, hands at his sides, weak from the shot wound to his chest.
"Jimin," he choked. "I'm sorry... for being... a shit to you." Jimin cried at the sight before him. Yoongi let out a cough, red liquid dripping out from lips.
"No, no, please don't die on me." Jimin pleaded.
This was his best friend.
They always argued, and fought, but they loved each other anyway. They were family. They need each other.
Yoongi shook his head, and locked eyes with him, "You've always been my brother." he admitted. "I love you,"
This was the same boy who was believed to have no emotions or feelings. The one who kept a straight face when he found out his parents passed. No one else was like Yoongi.
Jimin pulled him in for a hug, letting his head rest on his shoulder, "I love you, too." he sobbed.
Yoongi smiled and patted his back gently, "I know,"
After a few seconds, his eyes fluttered shut, his hands fell to his sides, and his weight leaned against Jimin as he took his final breath.
"Y-Yoongi?"
But he was gone, leaving Jimin to cry his heart out to a corpse of what once used to be his best friend.
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Present Day
You were scared of the future. Which says a lot because, well, you've always been scared. This is the first time you actually felt reality seep into your pores.
Wait, no, that was your blush.
The first time you glanced in the mirror, you couldn't remember the person in front of you. You wore a pink puff sleeve dress, your hair was curled and had a headband bow that matched your dress.
Your face was caked with makeup. Blue eyeshadow, fake eyelashes,a deep red blush with three black dots on top like freckles. Red pink lips, and you had some sort of necklace around your neck with a simple golden oval crescent.
This guy had some serious problems. He shows up at your work wearing the dreariest and darkest clothes, kidnaps you, locks you in a room, and now dresses you like a doll.
Your thoughts went back to earlier this morning. The look in his eyes, his change of mood. You didn't blame him. He didn't seem emotionally stable so maybe that's why he got so offended.
But it wasn't your fault, right?
Right?
Just then, the door opened. Jungkook peeked his head in slowly, scanning the room until it landed on you standing in front of the vanity table. He gave you a once over before suddenly smiling.
"I knew you would fit in it!" he started walking over to you, "I spent a long time working on it for you!" once he got at least arm's length away, you stumbled back. He stopped in his tracks, his smile fading. "Oh yeah, I forgot," he mumbled.
He seemed really intrigued with you. It seemed as if no matter how upset he got, he always came back as the same bubbly person as before.
"I'll leave you alone if you want." his head dropped as he turned around to walk away.
You couldn't deny that you felt bad for him. He was like a child trapped in a man's body. As soon as he left, you let out a breath of relief. Never have you met someone like him.
You don't think you'd ever want to, either.
But Jungkook was really just a boy. Mentally. Physically, he could pass as a regular twenty-year-old guy who is most likely in college and has his life planned ahead.
But you'd be wrong about that because fuck you.
For the next hour you spent was solely on looking for an exit— which you didn't find— and playing with the toys in the treasure chest. They were all dolls, teacup play sets, and the creepiest, oldest toys you could ever find.
You sat in the carpet with your legs crossed as you tinkered with the toys. Your room was pretty large. It was bigger than your old apartment alone. It had a very vintage feel to it.
The navy blue detailed walls with small drawings, the various oriental carpets on the floor, and huge four poster bed that could probably fit seven people. What scared you the most was the curtains.
The curtains that covered the Windows to the outside. You ignored them while you were looking for an exit because you were afraid you'd lose whatever the strand of hope of escaping this place you had.
So as you looked up from your Raggedy Ann doll to the swag curtains that tauntingly stared back at you. You contemplated whether or not you should figure out where the hell you were.
Curiosity got the better of you, which is usually the first mistake someone would do in any other horror movie.
Your cold fingers touched the dark navy blue burlap fabric and pushed it to the side. A flock of startled pigeons suddenly flew out in all directions making you gasp and almost trip back.
Stupid birds.
You walked closer to the glass and peeked into the outside world. A gloomy sky, dead trees and a large dead cornfield. God, how far did he take you? Where exactly were you?
You were probably on the third or fourth floor and had no chance of climbing out the window. Judging by the eerie and unsettling God forsaken environment, it screamed you wouldn't get far.
Letting go of the curtain, you walked back to your bed and curled up under the heavy blankets. This bed was stiff, probably from not being used for a long time. You wondered what a guy like him was doing in a place like this.
Hunger was the least of your worries at the moment, but you couldn't stop looking back at the food and your stomach was growling in protest when you looked away.
Maybe sleep would help deprive you from reality.
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"Let her go!" Henry shouted in boiling hot rage. He was being held down by two men as they all watched Lady Maginificent be cornered by the rest of the disgusting citizens as they eyes her precious child that was crying in her enclosed arms.
"Give us the baby, Lady." a man with a cigar sticking out of his mouth told her. "You already lost one fellow back there for trying to save that little thing. You wouldn't want your husband to pay the same price, do you?"
Lady Magnificent looked past his shoulder and sees Jimin sobbing uncontrollably on the ground, bathed in red as he held Yoongi's limp and lifeless body on his lap.
"No, don't listen to him!" shouted Henry. "They'll hurt you, anyway— argh!" he received a blow to the back of his head by an elbow, making him fall on his face.
Jimin looked up and sees out the tent where Freaks were being tackled to the ground. Children ran around screaming and crying with their parents, and blood stained popcorn covered the grounds of what used to be called "the greatest place on Earth."
His brown orbs traveled down to Yoongi. His pale skin was now almost a blue tint, and soon enough, Jimin lost his own color, too. He knew what he had to.
Placing a kiss on Yoongi's forehead, he laid his body down to rest on the ground before he stood up slowly His cheeks tear stained and his hands clenched into hard fists.
He marched up to crowd who were unaware of his presence until he tapped a man's shoulder. As soon as said man turned his head, he received a sharp blow to the jaw, knocking him cold out on the floor.
Jimin never got angry. He always liked to be the peacekeeper in hard situations, but this time, this time he was out for blood.
He snatched the man's knife, using it to pierce through the neck of another protestor. There were grunts and shouted heard from all over as Jimin killed another one on the spot.
"Get him!" the leader demanded. All the others including one of the two holding down Henry raced towards Jimin and there was a full on brawl with five against two.
"You're such a coward that you can't fight with fists but with guns?" Henry hollered with disgust towards the leader.
But only let out a hearty laugh and placed his hand on his belly as Jimin received a blow to the face. Henry had had enough. He heard a loud groan and thump outside, making him turn his head and see a body laying on the ground with its head turned towards them.
It was a Freak. The bearded old lady who was beloved by everyone at the carnival.
Dead.
His sweaty eyes turned to Yoongi who was also on the ground not far from her and Jimin getting pummeled and manhandled. And then something happened with Henry.
Something snapped.
Within the blink of an eye, he elbowed the man holding him the face and there his head against the edge of the stage. He charged at the chaos with Jimin and pushed and punched and out of a hell of a fight until they were either on the ground or away from the boy.
Jimin got up slowly, coughing from a punch in the stomach. Henry helped him up and the younger wrapped him arms around his side, resting his head on the shoulder; frightened. He had no idea what got into him, but he knew it wasn't good.
Three people were dead because of him.
Henry patted his head gently, understanding how heartbroken Jimin must've been having to watch all these horrible things happen when he's just a kid. He was kid with a heart of gold who must've been hurt so badly he thought he must be a man. A hero. A warrior.
"Step away from her," Henry panted. "This is my family, all of it. No matter the accusations, I know my family wouldn't hurt anyone. You men think you can accuse people due to appearances. You think that by doing so, you're doing everyone a favor because you have a chance of killing or taking out something or someone who doesn't conform to your lifestyle.
It's sickening having to watch your stories in the papers today about how you treat others due to appearance. It sickens everyone here, which is why we departed. So you all can leave my family alone and go destroy your own lives, but get the hell away from ours."
The men seemed to be catching on, some even put their heads down in shame. But, of course, there were always some people in this world who simply did not learn their lesson.
They heard a loud battle cry behind them, Jimin turned around first and saw the man that held down Henry was running towards then with a bloody face and a sharp knife in his hand, ready to pierce through any flesh that comes in its way. Jimin let go of Henry just in time as the man's hand raised to stab Henry's spine.
Only for it to hit something else.
The man stopped for a second and his eyes widened in shock. Henry heard a whimper behind him once he felt Jimin let go of him and get out of his sights. Henry gyrated around and sees Jimin facing the attacker, but with his head down.
"Jesus fuck, man, what did you do?" one of the other attackers panicked, running his hands through his hair. Even though they were just spending the last few minutes beating this kid up, they didn't want to kill him. Jimin was only sixteen.
Jimin's small hand wrapped around the others wrist weakly as he stared at the knife cut through his heart and blood spill from his mouth like drool. He looked up slowly and locked eyes with his assailant with tearful eyes and then looked at Yoongi beside their feet.
He had nothing now.
He was alone.
"Thank you," he nodded before taking the wrist with both hands and pushing it in more. The man let go of the knife once he did so, and backed away.
"I-I'm sorry." he stammered. Two of his friends walked up and started to escort him out.
"Where are you three going?" leader questioned. "This isn't over here."
One of them whipped his head around and glared at him,
"It's been over, and we no longer want part in your games." he spat before escaping the tent.
"Jimin, Jimin, Jimin," Henry mumbled before standing in front of the boy. "No, please don't—" he stopped himself halfway. There was nothing he could do about this. His heart was dying.
Jimin was fully aware and in an awful lot of pain, but as always, even through times like these, he smiled to relieve it. Which is why Henry felt a pang of guilt. He was supposed to protect him. Over the years they've been here, only one person has really been able to do so.
"Can you..." he took a breath of air, "lay me down next to Yoongi?" he placed a hand on Henry's shoulder. Henry only let his head down, letting tears fall. "Hey," Jimin whispered and they looked eye to eye again. "I'll be okay. We'll be okay."
Henry nodded and placed his hands on the others shoulders. He sat Jimin down on the ground gently. As Jimin was laid on his back, he head was turned towards Yoongi the whole time.
One man standing looked at the weapon in his hand and turned to his leader,
"You know," he tossed the dagger on the ground, "I never understood how old hogs like you can still keep your gun pointed even after all of this."
He walked away.
Everyone else did also, leaving the leader alone, but unbothered still.
"Sleep with The Angels," Henry told Jimin.
He looked at him and smiled,
"Good night," he choked, already feeling the effect of the knife happening again. He placed his warm hand on top of Yoongi's cold one.
His eyes shut slowly until his breathing stopped altogether.
And he wasn't alone anymore.
He was at peace.
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Hehe.
I swear it gets worse.
