The Trigger (1/1)

All of our memories that used to be like hell “Please!” the woman pleaded, “Don’t… don’t! I beg you, pl—“The once elegant lilac chiffon dress was ripped and dyed in patches of scarlet. The woman’s beautiful face was shadowed by bruises and tears. Her plead was reciprocated by yet another kicked in her stomach. The assaulter winced in dismay, disgusted by the sound of gags and coughs, and the very sight of the pathetic lithe body sprawled on the stained carpeted floor.“I’ll finish you right after I’m done with him. So why not save the agony and get your filthy hands off me!” The man growled and jerked his right foot violently as an attempt to get rid of the hindrance, sending another kick to the woman’s diaphragm. The woman coughed out more blood, blotches of red staining the leg of the killer’s pants.“Ss-Seung-ah… rr-ru-run.” The woman choked between tears and pain, “rr-run…”The named boy stayed unmoving, physically, and the attacker would have been fooled that the young boy was even indifferent towards his dying mother, if not for the falling tears that contrasted with his stoic expression. The man scrutinized him, manifold of emotions circulating his mind. He was befuddled, infuriated, yet captivated by those moist pair of eyes that glinted in the sea of flame, the pair of burning orbs that were piercing right into his despicable ones. Which effectively bent him out of shape.“You little bitch!” the killer trudged forward along with the weight on his right leg and grabbed the hair of the boy, pulling it harshly before slamming him to the ground. The young frame crashed to the uneven terrains made of ruined furniture, not letting out a single yelp of pain. The angered man grabbed the front of the younger’s abused shirt, slapping his face with the back of his gun, and atlas flinging the frail body across the room.Amongst the chaos and the sound made by the body and the collision of the hard surfaces, there was only silence, and it aggravated the aggressor even more. He tossed his bullet-less gun at a random direction, dragged out the Swiss knife that was tucked in his back pocket, a cynical smirk plastered on his face as he slowly approached the limped body lying across the room. “We’ll see how much your endurance can take you, dolly boy.”“No! Don’t!” The woman cried again. She was too weak to hold back the man as she crawled helplessly towards him, watching with wide eyes as the man stood in front of the abused boy with the sharp weapon ready to torment.It happened in a flash, and the next moment, the killer was bawling out in agony. He was knocked onto the dirty floor, the wounded boy now straddling his back, confining his arms behind his back in a terribly twisted angle that could have dislocated the joints. The panting boy held onto those useless arms in a single hand, another arm locking around the killer’s neck, fisting onto the Swiss blade that was already slicing into his palm, aiming dangerously for the man’s carotid. “Shit! Fucking shit!” the panic attack was so apparent. “Fuck off! Get the fuck off me son of a bitch!”The young boy wheezed heavily, body shaking uncontrollably as he pressed his weight down to gain as much pressure as he could against the struggling killer. “Die.” He whispered, and pushed the blade further into the flesh, and finished off with a wicked twist.The man gagged and gurgled. His body went through a sudden convulsion, barking out terrible sound of regurgitation as he continued to choke out more blood. His body went lifeless for a brief moment, before suddenly flipping over, causing the boy to fall off to the ground unprepared. The hit man stood up strenuously; taking wobbly steps towards the boy, who was just staring at him with wide eyes. His petite body trembled as he retreated clumsily from the approaching monster, too overwhelmed by what had happened.“You. Mother. Fucking. Bitch!” the man bellowed between chokes, face distorted into an extreme state of rage and mania. He grabbed the boy’s neck with a single hand, dragging his body against the wall as he lifted him off the ground. “I’m—gonna fucking kill you—you little—““NO!”BAM!The boy watched the man jerked, and at the same time, crimson blood was splattered across his pale face. Both the boy and the killer dropped to the ground, one gasping for air while the latter lied motionless.The little boy then heard five distinct claps, a pregnant pause between each of them.“Game over.” A voice was heard, smooth and sleek. Amongst the flame emerged two figures, and the taller one spoke again.“Athena never disappoints,” he honoured. “She wiped out eighty percent of our squad within an hour, very impressive. This must be the sacrifice that we should have anticipated.” The owner of the applause continued. “Nevertheless,” he sneered, as if the previous ovation was mere parody. “All things must pass. No matter how supreme Athena had been, she wouldn’t last forever, not with an army of clans against her.” A triumphant laugh followed.The boy could now see the men. He recognized the older ones. The one whom he had addressed as ‘Uncle Yang’ was now smiling down at him.“Well well, Athena was certainly blessed. Too much for my liking actually. Even her heir is a prodigy. True enough,” the man bent forward, using his thumb to wipe away a streak of blood across the boy’s otherwise, flawless face, “you are…” he smoothed the back of his large hand along delicate feature, eyes intense but unreadable, “pretty impressive at such vulnerable age. I’m sure he had taught you so well.”“Get your filthy hand off my son!” the woman shouted, ignoring the stabbing pain in her wounded stomach. ”Don’t—don’t touch him.”The man didn’t budge at the woman’s scornful cry, and the boy couldn’t tear his gaze away from those dark orbs. “Your eyes, are exactly like his,” the man spoke again. ”Beautiful, but always so cold. Why?” the older man continued, while his much younger companion strode towards the woman who was sprawled on the dirty ground. He knelt down infront of the woman who was donned with rage and despair, expressionless as he placed his gun right on her forehead.“Seung-ah,” the woman whimpered. “Live… please, you must live…” She sobbed in anguish. “I love you. I love you so much. Seung-ah… please…”“Amen.” He pulled the trigger. I don’t know why all of them are still stuck on my mind“Umma—” Hyunseung exhaled as his eyes shot open. The sudden switched of event disrupted the man’s orientation for a quick second before he snapped back to reality, his heart still drumming wildly against his ribs. The vivid images inked onto every single cell in his body; the recurring dream that had become a faithful messenger to keep him alive rather than a relentless nightmare that refused to kill.“Dream,” he uttered, combing through his slightly damped lock that had plastered onto his face with his fingers. He sat up from bed, lilac quilt slipped off his bare chest to his abdomen. He stared blankly at the violaceous sheet, feeling a gush of familiarity and sorrow which caused his heart to writhe ever so subtly. He pressed his scarred palm on the soft duvet, drawing circles with his finger as he watched the creases of the cloth swirled in a circular motion. An arm snaked around his waist, and he felt warm chest pressed against his back, soft breath tickling the back of his nape, sending chills down his spines.“Again?” Husky voice echoed through his ears, where soft tongue began to explore every curve of the cartilage, teeth grazed lightly on his earlobe. Hyunseung hummed quietly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head slightly forward, allowing his lover to nuzzle deeper onto his pale neck. He snugged further into the fortress of embrace, bringing his hand to intertwine with the other that was resting on his stomach.  “Go back to sleep,” the raspy voice instructed gently while lying Hyunseung down on the pillow. “I’ll make you breakfast today.” He tugged the distressed man under the cover, watching over as the elder slowly drifting back to sleep. He planted a soft kiss on the man’s crown before getting out of bed, pulling on his jeans that was scattered on the bedroom floor. He was making his way to the kitchen when his phone rang. He picked up almost immediately, leaving his pants hanging loosely and unbelted over toned pelvis.“How’s he doing?” A despotic voice sounded from the receiver.“He’s fine. Sleeping.” He answered briefly, sandwiching the device between his ear and shoulder while putting on his shirt.“Do not hide things from Father, Junhyung.”“I didn’t, and I wouldn’t.” The named person answered in absolute. There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again.“If you are done—”“Father would expect to hear it from you right away if there’s anything amiss. Do you understand?” The man’s reminder sounded almost menacing.“Definitely.”“Well then.”The line went dead. Junhyung scoffed, tossing his phone on the kitchen counter as he recced the fridge compartments, amused at how the abundant of items were neatly organized. He shut the fridge after getting a can of coke, and proceeded to get two packets of ramyun from the kitchen cabinet, since that was the only food Junhyung could make edible.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I'm too tired to edit, hopefully there's no ridiculous typos or grammar mistakes. hopefully... i'm off to sleep -_-zzz

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