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Where you at?

Started by Jeon Kihwa, Nov 28, 2017, 07:21 PM

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"Then go. What are you waiting for?"

Ryan reached down and placed his fingertips against the forehead of the Yin to silence him. With a low shudder, the Yin laid back, still and quiet. Ryan knew that he couldn't kill him without doing something drastic like stab a knife through his heart, but there were other ways to stop him from interfering that didn't involve killing him. It was interesting that he existed separately from his celestial, but idle curiosity about the whereabouts of the Yin's other half was overtaken by annoyance at his continued interference.

With the Yin silenced, hopefully there was nothing else holding the reaper back. The human consciousness inside seemed stronger than the physical body indicated, but then again there was no accounting for the stubbornness of individuals. Ryan stood up and left the Yin laying where he was, his chest rising and falling evenly as though he was simply sleeping.

"Go. Now."

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No more.

Nothing else, no more conflict.

The voice kept repeating in his head even when the master was no longer speaking aloud. All he knew was that he had to do it. There was no more fighting it. He had tried, if only for the love of Soo Hyun but now his head buzzed with so many demands that he could barely even remember his name above it all. He didn't look back, although some niggling part of him wanted to, before he left the room and then the building. Humans.

He needed to find human souls.

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It was dark when Soo Hyun came to, with his head throbbing and his mouth so dry that his tongue felt like sandpaper. With a hoarse groan, he tried to get up. None of the lights were on in the house and with the fog outside blocking out even the street lights, all was in darkness. It was probably for the better anyway; light would have made his headache worse.

"Kihwa?" He dimly recalled what happened, with a faded, dull sense of alarm. It hadn't sunk in yet, just what happened earlier that afternoon. He nursed his head gingerly and felt the mass of clotted, hardened blood at the back of his skull. Soo Hyun groaned again as he sank back against the cupboards, briefly closing his eyes. Maybe if he had a few moments' rest, he could attempt to get up again.

Eventually he made it to his feet, swaying with dizziness and pain. Kihwa. That was his driving thought--to find Kihwa. To get him to the hospital and away from that creep Ryan. Soo Hyun didn't know what happened after he passed out but he hoped with a fervent desperation that Kihwa was all right. His heart thudded in his chest and he felt sick with dread. What if something happened? What did Ryan want with Kihwa? Was he out there in the fog, alone and lost?

Staggering into objects into his way, it was a while before he found a light switch and flicked it on. Nothing. Nobody home. Kihwa wasn't in the kitchen and he wasn't in the living room. When Soo Hyun called out his name, he was greeted with silence. "Kihwa!" He stood at the open door, shouting it into the fog, and the only sound that came back was the backfire of a car somewhere in the distance. Unsteadily, Soo Hyun stepped out. He pulled his jacket tighter around him as he stumbled down the front path.

Kihwa. Find Kihwa.

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Jeon Kihwa had disappeared.

In his place was... something else. It enveloped him in darkness and warped him. It turned him into something that was no longer quite human. How could he know this would happen when he chose to visit his long distance boyfriend? How could he know that a vacation would change his entire life? The course of his journey had taken a sharp turn for the dark and little did he know that it would make his dreams impossible to hold onto.

Just when he'd been rising in stardom. Just when people were learning his name.

Jeon Kihwa couldn't even remember his own name.

Blindly, he searched for souls. A rush of excitement ran through him when he found one, a strange emotion he'd never felt. Excitement, of course, but this was a different kind of excitement. It was a rush of need and maliciousness that he'd never felt. After all, Jeon Kihwa, he didn't have a malicious bone in his body. Before all this.

But as the dark of the night finally began to lift and the sun began to peek through the thick Oregon forest line, the mindlessness, the numbness, it began to melt away. In stages, he began to come back to himself and when he finally found himself again, he was in the middle of a foreign home. It looked like a living room, with a couch and a television buzzing in the background.

The people sitting on the couch were still. And as Kihwa blinked, he realized it was worse than that. They were covered in blood. Kihwa looked down to find that he was straddling another person. He looked to be a teenager and there was a hole through his chest, his eyes staring up at him without seeing. Glassy. Kihwa blinked and then let out a startled, horrified cry.