Steel Collars
Title: Steel Collars
Pairing: Luhan-centric
Genre: Battle Royale!AU
Rating: G
Summary: 46 students, 3 days, 1 deserted island: Welcome to Battle Royale!
"It's been a while. I'm Lee Sooman, your seventh grade teacher. I'm taking Class B over again and let's be friends."
Silence.
No one was able to drop a word. The tension in the room was thicker than the wood of the table their teacher's been leaning on. For a moment, Luhan thought he was in his normal classroom. The worn out blackboard was there and the wooden seats were scattered everywhere. Their classroom has always been like that. A complete mess. A wasted room full of hopeless students. But the whole situation was strange. Especially the metal band wrapped snugly around his neck. It was hard and cold, Luhan had tried to tugged at it a little but the fit was too thight it refused to budge even a little.
"By the way, we've got two transfer students" the teacher continued talking after a moment of silence. "Wu Yi Fan over there." everyone looked at the back, there on the east stood one very tall man. He looked a little too old to be in the class, though. His gaze was too terrifying to even linger at for a few seconds, his furrowed eyebrows that looked permanent even made it worse.
"And Huang Zi Tao over there." Lee Sooman pointed at the tall black haired guy beside Wu Yi Fan whom Luhan almost didn't noticed. He was chewing on his gum and beneath those black hair lies a deadly stare directing to Luhan. His look was so calm, it didn't even resemble a glare. For a moment he thought Huang Zi Tao's avoiding his eyes to look at Sooman's direction.
"Be nice to them." the old hag said sardonically then turned his face on the worn out blackboard, picked up an unused chalk stick and wrote something on the board.
BR ACT
He wrote in bold, uppercase letters. Filling almost half of the board.
"Where the hell are we?" one student had the courage to stood up, and Luhan surmised it's Kim Jongin, the Class B's ultimate jock.
"Do you know this law?" Sooman locked his eyes with Jongin, who in the name of god is obviously shaking to death and might pee on his pants anytime soon now.
Jongin kept his mouth shut.
"You don't? Well, how useless." A sick laugh preceded his next statement. "Useless. That is what this country has become. Do you suckers want to know why?"
A deafening silence.
"That's because of you people, you sons of bitches. You good for nothing assholes. This country's absolutely no good anymore so the bigwigs got together and passed this law."
Luhan's gaze linger on the soldiers infront of them. Assault rifles hanging on their backs. He wondered if these men liked this kind of law. The law to get rid of these no good citizens of their country.
"So class, today's lesson is... you kill each other off."
Luhan gripped on his steel collar.
Pairing: Luhan-centric
Genre: Battle Royale!AU
Rating: G
Summary: 46 students, 3 days, 1 deserted island: Welcome to Battle Royale!
"It's been a while. I'm Lee Sooman, your seventh grade teacher. I'm taking Class B over again and let's be friends."
Silence.
No one was able to drop a word. The tension in the room was thicker than the wood of the table their teacher's been leaning on. For a moment, Luhan thought he was in his normal classroom. The worn out blackboard was there and the wooden seats were scattered everywhere. Their classroom has always been like that. A complete mess. A wasted room full of hopeless students. But the whole situation was strange. Especially the metal band wrapped snugly around his neck. It was hard and cold, Luhan had tried to tugged at it a little but the fit was too thight it refused to budge even a little.
"By the way, we've got two transfer students" the teacher continued talking after a moment of silence. "Wu Yi Fan over there." everyone looked at the back, there on the east stood one very tall man. He looked a little too old to be in the class, though. His gaze was too terrifying to even linger at for a few seconds, his furrowed eyebrows that looked permanent even made it worse.
"And Huang Zi Tao over there." Lee Sooman pointed at the tall black haired guy beside Wu Yi Fan whom Luhan almost didn't noticed. He was chewing on his gum and beneath those black hair lies a deadly stare directing to Luhan. His look was so calm, it didn't even resemble a glare. For a moment he thought Huang Zi Tao's avoiding his eyes to look at Sooman's direction.
"Be nice to them." the old hag said sardonically then turned his face on the worn out blackboard, picked up an unused chalk stick and wrote something on the board.
BR ACT
He wrote in bold, uppercase letters. Filling almost half of the board.
"Where the hell are we?" one student had the courage to stood up, and Luhan surmised it's Kim Jongin, the Class B's ultimate jock.
"Do you know this law?" Sooman locked his eyes with Jongin, who in the name of god is obviously shaking to death and might pee on his pants anytime soon now.
Jongin kept his mouth shut.
"You don't? Well, how useless." A sick laugh preceded his next statement. "Useless. That is what this country has become. Do you suckers want to know why?"
A deafening silence.
"That's because of you people, you sons of bitches. You good for nothing assholes. This country's absolutely no good anymore so the bigwigs got together and passed this law."
Luhan's gaze linger on the soldiers infront of them. Assault rifles hanging on their backs. He wondered if these men liked this kind of law. The law to get rid of these no good citizens of their country.
"So class, today's lesson is... you kill each other off."
Luhan gripped on his steel collar.