“No. The Hyunjoong you kn (1/1)

~*~Youngsaeng groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his head feeling as if a jackhammer was going at the inside of his skull.

What had happened?

Right, he'd been in the midst of yet another battle - offensive this time, a bid to strike at an enemy base camp. But his task hadn't been in fighting. No. His skills were in shadow and thus stealth was his game. He had been supposed to sneak into the enemy hold and look for important information they could use. But something must have happened.

He remembered getting into the camp no problem. After the first few room yielding nothing, he'd stumbled across one that had looked promising, filled with folders and files. He'd opened them up, taking pictures and reading them a little when suddenly, someone had come from behind and...

He jolted up, ignoring the protest his head gave at the sudden movement, because he'd realised what that crawl up his spine was:

It was someone staring at him.

And now, he stared back, wondering if this was a dream. Because the face he was staring at was familiar. Too familiar. And yet, it'd been so long since he'd seen this face; at least, a long time since he'd seen it not twisted into an ugly smirk, eyes glowing red and surrounded with menacing shadows. And for a moment, he wondered if this was all but a dream.

"Hyun...Hyunjoong?"

Then the dream shattered, and the strained lips eased into a recently more familiar smirk, eyes flashing red. "No. The Hyunjoong you know doesn't exist anymore, Shadowcat."

Youngsaeng felt his heart sink and grip with fear at the same time. "Reaper..." He closed his eyes, "what are you going to do with me?"

But there was no answer, only the soft opening and closing of the door. And Youngsaeng collapsed back onto the bed at the sound of a lock being turned.

What was going to become of him?

~*~