EXO: Within Ourselves [1/?]
Title: Within Ourselves
Pairing: OT6 verses OT6
Rating: R
Warning: er....multiple character deaths and what have you
Author's Note: ergh. words cannot express how much i do not like this whole thing, but this part one of idk
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At the beginning of every journey, there is reason. However illogical that reason may seem, it doesn’t matter.
What matters is the purpose, the goal. What matters is the course of the journey and how easy it can be.
-
The lights are flickering every five seconds or so, slow then fast, as Sehun staggers through the hallway. Time seems especially tampered with as he surveys the hall. The concrete walls are cracked and splattered with dark stains. The whole hall gives off the heavy, dank scent of closure, yet he continues to maneuver to the other end. The toe of his boot catches on a slightly raised crack in the tiles, sending him down to the floor. His elbow saves him from a full body impact, but he still moans in pain, pulling himself up with the help of the dirty walls.
Minutes of dragging his self along pass, but the door at the end of the hall appears even further away than before and his wounds seem to bleed harder. He pulls his hand away from his side to check the biggest of the wounds, finding it even hotter than before and throbbing now with pain.
There is no way he’ll reach the door before he bleeds out and he knows it. This strange stop and go effect has to be the work of another person; another being similar himself, another legend.
Sehun curses under his breath, wondering if his brother is better off than he, and continues onward, struggling to contain his gasps of pain along the way. Survival is vital at this point in the game and he cannot afford to fail.
-
Kyungsoo is falling to the floor, landing hard on his knees though he can’t feel the physical pain past the gut wrenching emotions pulling through his soul.
“Where is the key?”
He clutches onto the fabric of his shirt where his heart is beating just under the skin and muscle; it is racing and he can’t concentrate on counting exactly how many beats per minute because the floor is cold and he can feel it seeping into him through his thick pants.
Before another moment can be claimed by his thoughts, a second blow, or maybe a third by now, is connecting to his temple and sending him crashing completely to the metal floor.
Kai isn’t going to make it back in time and Kyungsoo knows it.
Static brushes through him consistently as his opponent approaches him, each step sending a more intense shock throughout his body.
“I really don’t want to do this.”
It takes a second or two for Kyungsoo to realize he’s being spoken to, but then the heavy smell of burning ozone and crisped bark invades his nostrils.
His opponent takes another step closer to him before crouching down to feel for a pulse. It’s there, barely, and incredibly weak.
Kyungsoo relishes in the unexpected warmth of his opponent’s hand before his senses black out and his heart stops completely.
-
Han stands in meditation, eyes closed and body relaxed, surrounded by a carefully placed display of crystal spheres. He remains in the same calm state, even as wisps of black collect before him and a boy solidifies into the shadowy space.
“I cannot help you,” he tells the younger being, already knowing the answer for his inquiry.
The boy isn’t happy with this answer. “You can speak my language, so you should know what I need. What do you mean you can’t help me? My brothers are falling out there, one by one. You’re the only legend alive that can help me now!” Anger fuels the boy and he turns on his heel, throwing his body into a rhythmic set of motions that shifts the spheres arranged on the floor.
Han opens his eyes. “Jongin.”
Jongin halts and disappears in sudden plumes of black before reappearing in front of Han.
The remaining tendrils of shadow curl around him as if shying away from Luhan’s gaze and hiding away behind Jongin before dissipating. “Don’t play me, Han,” he warns with a grin, “Our match would be over before it even began.”
Han ignores this remark. It is immature and Jongin is but a child in the ranks of the others. Comments such as these have always been inevitable.
“I still cannot help you, but I can tell you that the idle river waits not by itself, but in dawn’s light.” And with that, Han closes his eyes again and resumes his meditation.
Without waiting another minute, Jongin scoffs and teleports away to find Joonmyun.
-
Baekhyun feels the electricity in the air before Jongin snaps in view, arm still raised as the tendrils of smoke disappear. Without waiting for a command from Joonmyun, he nods and leaves the room.
“Han told me you were here.”
Joonmyun turns to face the younger being, eyes bright. “Jongin,” he begins, taking a step forward.
Gasping, Jongin steps back and shifts, reappearing in places around the room that surround Joonmyun before he finally rips into place right in front of the elder. “What happened?” he asks, reaching out to touch Joonmyun’s arm.
The elder’s arm is curled and immobile at his side. Even though it looks as if it’s just dusted with a flurry of snowflakes, Jongin knows it’s encased in ice and won’t be useful anytime soon.
“I had a run in with one of them. I didn’t think he would be a problem, but he turned my own strength against me,” Joonmyun says, eyes fixated on the marbled floors, “but I got him pretty good. Baekhyun is on his way to finish him.”
-
“Yixing!”
Yixing’s eyes flip open and he’s immediately on his feet, trying to decide which way to go. He hears the voice calling his name again and steadies himself in place so he can’t fall over. It’s Minseok’s voice and he’s hurt.
“Yixing!” Minseok calls again and Yixing drops on one knee, pain twisting his features as he reaches out towards nothing.
“Minseok, I can’t,” he whispers, “The Order.”
There is nothing he can do for his friend, so he stays there on the ground and waits for it to be over.
-
Zitao pauses, eyes surveying the room from his position. He grins, sharp and cunning, as he tilts his head to the side and nonchalantly sheathes his sword.
His gaze flicks up and there’s a loud, grating sound just above him. It shakes the floors and the white blossoms surrounding Zitao and hanging suspended in midair around him fall to the ground, petals bursting and spreading across the floor.
“Tick, tock,” he murmurs before turning for the door.
-
Kyungsoo opens his eyes and takes a deep, level breath. He’s alive.
The open area of sand and wind seems to be caught between dusk and sunset, not that he minds though, seeing as he is surrounded by his element here. However, there is nothing else here with him, as he can see when he surveys the land. Sehun is nowhere to be found either.
“Chanyeol, why did you send me here?” he questions openly. His ring hums softly and the muscles of his hand tingle with power just below the surface the skin.
Cautiously, he turns around. There is no one there, but the sky is darkening and heavy clouds are rolling in. When he turns back, he is surprised to see an old, worn down tree in the distance and a figure standing just beneath its lowest branches.
-
Chanyeol is walking through the empty streets of Seoul, taking in the deafening silence as a sign of the calm before the storm. He remembers a time like this from his past, before the legends came to be the truth and before everything else.
There were only so many things to worry about back then. Like making sure he spent time in the cabins and being sure to wear the proper clothing so he wouldn’t freeze later in the chilled winds.
But that was then and this is now.
Now isn’t time to be searching for anything any longer.
Something tells Chanyeol that he should get off the streets for the next few hours then, maybe the soft glowing from his token or just instinct.
Pairing: OT6 verses OT6
Rating: R
Warning: er....multiple character deaths and what have you
Author's Note: ergh. words cannot express how much i do not like this whole thing, but this part one of idk
-
At the beginning of every journey, there is reason. However illogical that reason may seem, it doesn’t matter.
What matters is the purpose, the goal. What matters is the course of the journey and how easy it can be.
-
The lights are flickering every five seconds or so, slow then fast, as Sehun staggers through the hallway. Time seems especially tampered with as he surveys the hall. The concrete walls are cracked and splattered with dark stains. The whole hall gives off the heavy, dank scent of closure, yet he continues to maneuver to the other end. The toe of his boot catches on a slightly raised crack in the tiles, sending him down to the floor. His elbow saves him from a full body impact, but he still moans in pain, pulling himself up with the help of the dirty walls.
Minutes of dragging his self along pass, but the door at the end of the hall appears even further away than before and his wounds seem to bleed harder. He pulls his hand away from his side to check the biggest of the wounds, finding it even hotter than before and throbbing now with pain.
There is no way he’ll reach the door before he bleeds out and he knows it. This strange stop and go effect has to be the work of another person; another being similar himself, another legend.
Sehun curses under his breath, wondering if his brother is better off than he, and continues onward, struggling to contain his gasps of pain along the way. Survival is vital at this point in the game and he cannot afford to fail.
-
Kyungsoo is falling to the floor, landing hard on his knees though he can’t feel the physical pain past the gut wrenching emotions pulling through his soul.
“Where is the key?”
He clutches onto the fabric of his shirt where his heart is beating just under the skin and muscle; it is racing and he can’t concentrate on counting exactly how many beats per minute because the floor is cold and he can feel it seeping into him through his thick pants.
Before another moment can be claimed by his thoughts, a second blow, or maybe a third by now, is connecting to his temple and sending him crashing completely to the metal floor.
Kai isn’t going to make it back in time and Kyungsoo knows it.
Static brushes through him consistently as his opponent approaches him, each step sending a more intense shock throughout his body.
“I really don’t want to do this.”
It takes a second or two for Kyungsoo to realize he’s being spoken to, but then the heavy smell of burning ozone and crisped bark invades his nostrils.
His opponent takes another step closer to him before crouching down to feel for a pulse. It’s there, barely, and incredibly weak.
Kyungsoo relishes in the unexpected warmth of his opponent’s hand before his senses black out and his heart stops completely.
-
Han stands in meditation, eyes closed and body relaxed, surrounded by a carefully placed display of crystal spheres. He remains in the same calm state, even as wisps of black collect before him and a boy solidifies into the shadowy space.
“I cannot help you,” he tells the younger being, already knowing the answer for his inquiry.
The boy isn’t happy with this answer. “You can speak my language, so you should know what I need. What do you mean you can’t help me? My brothers are falling out there, one by one. You’re the only legend alive that can help me now!” Anger fuels the boy and he turns on his heel, throwing his body into a rhythmic set of motions that shifts the spheres arranged on the floor.
Han opens his eyes. “Jongin.”
Jongin halts and disappears in sudden plumes of black before reappearing in front of Han.
The remaining tendrils of shadow curl around him as if shying away from Luhan’s gaze and hiding away behind Jongin before dissipating. “Don’t play me, Han,” he warns with a grin, “Our match would be over before it even began.”
Han ignores this remark. It is immature and Jongin is but a child in the ranks of the others. Comments such as these have always been inevitable.
“I still cannot help you, but I can tell you that the idle river waits not by itself, but in dawn’s light.” And with that, Han closes his eyes again and resumes his meditation.
Without waiting another minute, Jongin scoffs and teleports away to find Joonmyun.
-
Baekhyun feels the electricity in the air before Jongin snaps in view, arm still raised as the tendrils of smoke disappear. Without waiting for a command from Joonmyun, he nods and leaves the room.
“Han told me you were here.”
Joonmyun turns to face the younger being, eyes bright. “Jongin,” he begins, taking a step forward.
Gasping, Jongin steps back and shifts, reappearing in places around the room that surround Joonmyun before he finally rips into place right in front of the elder. “What happened?” he asks, reaching out to touch Joonmyun’s arm.
The elder’s arm is curled and immobile at his side. Even though it looks as if it’s just dusted with a flurry of snowflakes, Jongin knows it’s encased in ice and won’t be useful anytime soon.
“I had a run in with one of them. I didn’t think he would be a problem, but he turned my own strength against me,” Joonmyun says, eyes fixated on the marbled floors, “but I got him pretty good. Baekhyun is on his way to finish him.”
-
“Yixing!”
Yixing’s eyes flip open and he’s immediately on his feet, trying to decide which way to go. He hears the voice calling his name again and steadies himself in place so he can’t fall over. It’s Minseok’s voice and he’s hurt.
“Yixing!” Minseok calls again and Yixing drops on one knee, pain twisting his features as he reaches out towards nothing.
“Minseok, I can’t,” he whispers, “The Order.”
There is nothing he can do for his friend, so he stays there on the ground and waits for it to be over.
-
Zitao pauses, eyes surveying the room from his position. He grins, sharp and cunning, as he tilts his head to the side and nonchalantly sheathes his sword.
His gaze flicks up and there’s a loud, grating sound just above him. It shakes the floors and the white blossoms surrounding Zitao and hanging suspended in midair around him fall to the ground, petals bursting and spreading across the floor.
“Tick, tock,” he murmurs before turning for the door.
-
Kyungsoo opens his eyes and takes a deep, level breath. He’s alive.
The open area of sand and wind seems to be caught between dusk and sunset, not that he minds though, seeing as he is surrounded by his element here. However, there is nothing else here with him, as he can see when he surveys the land. Sehun is nowhere to be found either.
“Chanyeol, why did you send me here?” he questions openly. His ring hums softly and the muscles of his hand tingle with power just below the surface the skin.
Cautiously, he turns around. There is no one there, but the sky is darkening and heavy clouds are rolling in. When he turns back, he is surprised to see an old, worn down tree in the distance and a figure standing just beneath its lowest branches.
-
Chanyeol is walking through the empty streets of Seoul, taking in the deafening silence as a sign of the calm before the storm. He remembers a time like this from his past, before the legends came to be the truth and before everything else.
There were only so many things to worry about back then. Like making sure he spent time in the cabins and being sure to wear the proper clothing so he wouldn’t freeze later in the chilled winds.
But that was then and this is now.
Now isn’t time to be searching for anything any longer.
Something tells Chanyeol that he should get off the streets for the next few hours then, maybe the soft glowing from his token or just instinct.