RIGOR (PROLOGUE)
Title: Rigor (Prologue)
Author: qrn
Character: Junhyung
Pairing: OT6
Rating: PG-13 (may head towards M later on)
Summary: Unexpected circumstances lead six strangers to discover hidden secrets about each other.
Author's Notes: (I know, the summary is so corny & generic XD) So I've decided to write two stories for different fandoms at the same time =) To be honest, I began writing this three months ago. But (as I've mentioned before) I've been busy with a lot of stuff so I only found the chance to post it up now. Since I haven't written for so long, there hasn't been much planning done, so I will write as the series goes. Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always. Enjoy!
"For nothing causes regret and remorse except irresolution." ~~ René Descartes, 1596-1650.
No one said anything.
The rain was pouring even harder, accompanied by occasional lightning. Somewhere at the back, they could hear the sound of water dripping from the leaking ceiling. A strong, cold gush of wind seeped in through the cracked windows. Given the condition of the place, it was expected that they would attempt to fix some things so they wouldn't suffer so much for the night.
But still, no one did anything.
Or even muttered anything...
...yet.
The six could only stare at the body that was lying limply in a pool of blood on the wooden floor. It was a man, with eerily pale skin and lips that were noticeably turning blue. His eyes were open, and there was a trail of blood from his mouth. A knife was sticking out from his stomach.
He was dead.
Not moving even an inch, the six slowly looked at each other.
Suddenly the blonde began to scream uncontrollably. The others stayed still, staring blankly at the dead body.
His friend, a short guy with black hair, clasped one hand to his own mouth and ran to the bathroom. They could hear him vomiting.
One of them, with spiky red hair and pale skin, kneeled in front of the body, still speechless in shock. He mouthed something, but it was so quiet that the others didn't hear it.
Another, who was dressed in business shirt and pants, slowly reached for the doorknob. However, the dark-haired guy in front of him gripped his arm, shooting him a look--as if telling him that it would be dangerous to leave.
The tallest of them all, who wore glasses and a calm expression, bent down and reached out for the corpse's neck. Shaking his head slightly, he opened his mouth and broke the tension. "He's been dead for about two to three hours now."
At this point, the blonde stopped screaming.
"No way..." the one kneeling next to him mumbled in disbelief. "No way."
"From the looks of it, it can't be suicide," the guy with glasses added. "He's been stabbed to death."
"So it's a murder?" the blonde cried.
"What the hell--!" the one standing by the door banged his fist on the wall. "Are you saying that the murderer is among us?"
"Huh?" the dark-haired guy in front of him turned around.
"Think about it! We're the only ones staying here tonight!"
"...So one of us slipped out of his room and stabbed him?"
The guy from the bathroom walked out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "But... but why...?"
"I don't know! I'm not a detective nor psychic!"
"What do we do now?" The blonde shot an anxious glance at the dead body.
"What do you normally do?" the businessman snapped at him.
"I'm not sure," the blonde said. "We've never had a murder case at our hospital..."
The glasses guy stood up. "Anyhow, we should call the police." He looked around. "Until then, no one is allowed to touch the victim, weapon, anything in this room nor leave the building."
"Victim? Weapon?" The dark-haired guy looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Are you a detective? 'Cos you sure talk like one."
"I'm not--" As the former was about to answer, another interrupted him.
"So one of us killed him, huh," said the red-haired guy who was kneeling down next to the body. "But how?"
"Who cares!" The businessman sighing in exasperation. "Someone should call the police!"
"I'll call," the blonde offered, taking out the mobile phone in his pocket. Suddenly his eyes widened. "There's no signal!"
"What?"
"I'll check mine," the dark-haired guy took out his mobile phone. "I hope I still have some credits left..." He dialled the emergency number, and pressed the phone to his ear. The others watched him anxiously. When he heard a response on the other line, his expression brightened.
"Hello. What's your emergency?"
"There's been a murder!"
There was a brief silence, before the voice on the other line replied, "...Hello?"
"Hello! Can you hear me?"
"...Hello?"
He panicked. "Hello! Police?" Suddenly there was static and buzzing noise, and the call ended. "No!" He stared at the screen: there was no signal bar.
The business guy took his out, and was shocked to discover the same thing. "Shit!"
"It can't be..." the redhead said, biting his thumbnail.
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---
"Can you tell us what happened?"
The guy looked down on the table, trembling and biting the skin off his thumb. His skin was pale, and his expression was a mix of terror and disbelief.
The police officer in front of him sighed, stood up slowly and walked to the door, leaving him alone in the room.
Outside, another officer--female--asked. "Any luck?"
"Nope. He still won't say anything."
"Of course not. Otherwise we'd have the day off, won't we?" she scoffed, glancing inside the room. "Poor guy. He was in such a terrible condition when we found him..."
"We were too late."
She shuddered. "I would've gone crazy, too, if I were him."
He looked at her. "You're suggesting we should call a shrink to get him to talk?"
She crossed her arms, shaking her head. "No. Give it a few more days. He's still in shock, you know."
The two took one last look at the room, and walked away.
Author: qrn
Character: Junhyung
Pairing: OT6
Rating: PG-13 (may head towards M later on)
Summary: Unexpected circumstances lead six strangers to discover hidden secrets about each other.
Author's Notes: (I know, the summary is so corny & generic XD) So I've decided to write two stories for different fandoms at the same time =) To be honest, I began writing this three months ago. But (as I've mentioned before) I've been busy with a lot of stuff so I only found the chance to post it up now. Since I haven't written for so long, there hasn't been much planning done, so I will write as the series goes. Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always. Enjoy!
"For nothing causes regret and remorse except irresolution." ~~ René Descartes, 1596-1650.
No one said anything.
The rain was pouring even harder, accompanied by occasional lightning. Somewhere at the back, they could hear the sound of water dripping from the leaking ceiling. A strong, cold gush of wind seeped in through the cracked windows. Given the condition of the place, it was expected that they would attempt to fix some things so they wouldn't suffer so much for the night.
But still, no one did anything.
Or even muttered anything...
...yet.
The six could only stare at the body that was lying limply in a pool of blood on the wooden floor. It was a man, with eerily pale skin and lips that were noticeably turning blue. His eyes were open, and there was a trail of blood from his mouth. A knife was sticking out from his stomach.
He was dead.
Not moving even an inch, the six slowly looked at each other.
Suddenly the blonde began to scream uncontrollably. The others stayed still, staring blankly at the dead body.
His friend, a short guy with black hair, clasped one hand to his own mouth and ran to the bathroom. They could hear him vomiting.
One of them, with spiky red hair and pale skin, kneeled in front of the body, still speechless in shock. He mouthed something, but it was so quiet that the others didn't hear it.
Another, who was dressed in business shirt and pants, slowly reached for the doorknob. However, the dark-haired guy in front of him gripped his arm, shooting him a look--as if telling him that it would be dangerous to leave.
The tallest of them all, who wore glasses and a calm expression, bent down and reached out for the corpse's neck. Shaking his head slightly, he opened his mouth and broke the tension. "He's been dead for about two to three hours now."
At this point, the blonde stopped screaming.
"No way..." the one kneeling next to him mumbled in disbelief. "No way."
"From the looks of it, it can't be suicide," the guy with glasses added. "He's been stabbed to death."
"So it's a murder?" the blonde cried.
"What the hell--!" the one standing by the door banged his fist on the wall. "Are you saying that the murderer is among us?"
"Huh?" the dark-haired guy in front of him turned around.
"Think about it! We're the only ones staying here tonight!"
"...So one of us slipped out of his room and stabbed him?"
The guy from the bathroom walked out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "But... but why...?"
"I don't know! I'm not a detective nor psychic!"
"What do we do now?" The blonde shot an anxious glance at the dead body.
"What do you normally do?" the businessman snapped at him.
"I'm not sure," the blonde said. "We've never had a murder case at our hospital..."
The glasses guy stood up. "Anyhow, we should call the police." He looked around. "Until then, no one is allowed to touch the victim, weapon, anything in this room nor leave the building."
"Victim? Weapon?" The dark-haired guy looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Are you a detective? 'Cos you sure talk like one."
"I'm not--" As the former was about to answer, another interrupted him.
"So one of us killed him, huh," said the red-haired guy who was kneeling down next to the body. "But how?"
"Who cares!" The businessman sighing in exasperation. "Someone should call the police!"
"I'll call," the blonde offered, taking out the mobile phone in his pocket. Suddenly his eyes widened. "There's no signal!"
"What?"
"I'll check mine," the dark-haired guy took out his mobile phone. "I hope I still have some credits left..." He dialled the emergency number, and pressed the phone to his ear. The others watched him anxiously. When he heard a response on the other line, his expression brightened.
"Hello. What's your emergency?"
"There's been a murder!"
There was a brief silence, before the voice on the other line replied, "...Hello?"
"Hello! Can you hear me?"
"...Hello?"
He panicked. "Hello! Police?" Suddenly there was static and buzzing noise, and the call ended. "No!" He stared at the screen: there was no signal bar.
The business guy took his out, and was shocked to discover the same thing. "Shit!"
"It can't be..." the redhead said, biting his thumbnail.
---
---
"Can you tell us what happened?"
The guy looked down on the table, trembling and biting the skin off his thumb. His skin was pale, and his expression was a mix of terror and disbelief.
The police officer in front of him sighed, stood up slowly and walked to the door, leaving him alone in the room.
Outside, another officer--female--asked. "Any luck?"
"Nope. He still won't say anything."
"Of course not. Otherwise we'd have the day off, won't we?" she scoffed, glancing inside the room. "Poor guy. He was in such a terrible condition when we found him..."
"We were too late."
She shuddered. "I would've gone crazy, too, if I were him."
He looked at her. "You're suggesting we should call a shrink to get him to talk?"
She crossed her arms, shaking her head. "No. Give it a few more days. He's still in shock, you know."
The two took one last look at the room, and walked away.