[fic] mortalità.
mortalità.
r - yoochun, su/jae/min/ho, ot5
summary: the monster ghost evil only tightens his hand and sighs and runs a free hand through yoochun's hair, softly, gently. "do you see the chains, yoochunah? you're caught. you're never going to get free. we own you forever now. you can't leave because we love you."
note: my first shot at anything even resembeling horror. :O it's not scary at all, but i'll consider it a sucess if you guys think it's at least kinda creepy, okay? :D
he's running running running because he knew better, he knew, but he'd come anyway, come into the old old woods with the old twisted burnt trees where he wasn't allowed to come into. annoyed by taunting words and teasing chuckles he'd run in i'll show them i'll show them and now he was lost and he can hear things hear hear them chasing chasing.
"no no no no no" he's chanting and tripping over a tree root, bruising his hands on rocks and the tiny droplets of blood are too bright, too bright in the dark and hazy and white fog that covers the floor.
he's immobile on his knees, breathing hard, his lungs overworking working working and he knows he needs to get up and run away but his legs won't follow and his head feels weak why didn't i bring my inhaler why why?
"yoochunah yoochunah why are you running, yoochunah, don't you want to play?"
yoochun can't bring in the air to breathe but he's startled into jerking up and falling when his knees can’t hold him up. he scrambles back on his hands and pushes his legs to move away from the voice with no body when his back hits something too soft to be a tree a rock the world.
yoochun freezes heart stops starts beats in overtime and he doesn't want to look and he's crying, the tears hot on his face, but he looks up, slowly slowly his head tilts back and there are eyes above him, four sets of glowing blue eyes that flicker in and out and on and off.
yoochun screams and jumps up and runs, trips more and his knees and hands are bleeding and he's leaving behind a trail of red spots, hansel and gretel.
"yoochunah, are you running from me? yoochunah i love you."
he's caught hard around the middle and his legs lift in the air as he's pulled backwards, flying through the air.
he lands back pressed against a body that's too too chill. hands touch his face, his hair, slips under his shirt to press against his heart and he can't figure out if its fear or the monster that makes his entire body slow and chill.
"love you yoochunah, love you been watching you forever." words whispered into his ears soft and delicate and a lullaby siren’s song and he could almost believe it almost.
"no no no," he whispers, struggles and twists and tries to get free free free.
he's spun around and it's a boy holding him, a boy who could be his age his friend, a boy with bright blue eyes and a smile that almost makes everything around him bright again.
a hand raised and pressed into his, holding hands with monsters in the woods.
"love you," he's told again before he's spun off and flying into the woods.
he hits a tree and cries out as his arm twists when he falls to the floor. he blinks through his tears and the boy is gone. yoochun has to go, he has to run, there's more of them to get him. he pushes himself as best as he can and he holds his arm close to his stomach as he rushes away again, jumping at every sound, every tree branch he steps onto. he's running blind, his good hand outstretched. he doesn't even know where home is.
"yoochun."
yoochun spins hard and he's falling lost his balance when arms wrap around him, holds him close. he's sobbing. another one another one-
"let me go," he pleads, "let me go. i want to go home."
deathly cold hand in his hair and his head is being yanked back, can feel strands pulling from his scalp.
a child monster, this one, taller than him but a face like the little boy down the street who always has more questions than the adults have answers.
"you're not ever going back home, yoochun. you're ours now. but you can run as much as you want." head ducked and lips on his cheeks and yoochun beats his fists against the body the corpse the shadow. "we'll always catch you."
he's not thrown away but he falls forward because he's alone as if he always had been, talking to whispers in his head. yoochun falls to his aching knees because he's so cold and so tired and his lungs burn with each gaps of air he takes in. he hugs his throbbing arm and chokes on fog that seems to get thicker thicker thicker until he's caged in white.
"i want to go home" he moans, head falling forward to meet the ground, rocks and twigs digging into his skin.
"but we are home, yoochunah. look at me."
yoochun looks up without wanting to, because this monster has a tone in his voice as if he's king, lord and ruler and absolute. his father had sounded like that.
blue eyes too too too close to his and yoochun gasps and flinches back. a hand snaps out and grabs him by the collar, yanks him forward. his hands raise and try to pull the fingers away because he can't breathe, the cloth of his shirt digging into his throat.
"let go- l-let go-" he gasps, voice thin and hands weakening.
the monster ghost evil only tightens his hand and sighs and runs a free hand through yoochun's hair, softly, gently. "do you see the chains, yoochunah? you're caught. you're never going to get free. we own you forever now. you can't leave because we love you."
lips against his forehead and yoochun is pulled off the ground, spun around in circles as if they're dancing, pushed away. his foot lands on a rock that spins and his ankle makes a noise like a crack of thunder and yoochun screams as he falls. there's fire in his leg and he curls into himself and rocks, cries and cries because he's too tired to run anymore too tired to fight. he wants to go to sleep and never wake up. he wants to wake up and never go back to sleep. he wants home and mother and brother and skin that's warm to touch.
"yoochunah."
yoochun shakes his head and covers his face with his hand, ducks his head into his shoulder. he doesn't want to see anymore, hear anymore.
"yoochunah." soft ice hands on his face, on his arm, on his leg. "yoochunah, are you hurt? does it hurt badly? let me make you feel better, yoochun. i love you, i won't hurt you. i'll keep you safe."
yoochun finds himself blinking, the singsong of the dark voice lulls him, makes his heart beat slower. this feels more like a dream than anything else that night. he raises his head and wants to cry again.
the monsters stole an angel, he moans to himself. they stole an angel right from the sky and made him dark and twisted.
the angel that's not an angel anymore because he's been caught smiles at him, blinks blue eyes and leans forward and kisses him against the lips.
yoochun feels his tears start to fall again as he sighs.
"i'll keep you safe," repeated, whispered against his lips.
yoochun thinks maybe he can believe, thinks maybe this can be okay when he feels something cold and wet against his lips. he opens his mouth in surprise and he's choking, it's cold and slimy in his mouth, slipping down his throat like a snake, a worm.
yoochun screams and pushes and whips his head back and forth but it doesn't move, it only wiggles in his mouth and slips down further and yoochun wants to throw up can feel it rising in his chest but it just keeps slithering further further down and yoochun is choking-
"we love you, yoochunah."
the ghosts shadows circled around him, holding hands and swaying like they're dancing and the angel is with them, blends into them and smiles and he's wicked wicked wicked he's not an angel he never was he's as evil as the rest of them.
yoochun reaches out tries to scream out help me please don't kill me but he can't and the monsters close tighter around him and their darkness reaches out and covers him and that's the last thing yoochun sees before he's gone.
---
yoochun's mother screams and fights off the neighbors holding her back, screams and reaches out for her son, covered by a white sheet and carried away by men who have never seen anything as terrible as what they saw in the woods.
"they found him beaten," whisper the neighbors as they gather around. "ankle broken, arm twisted, hair pulled right out of his head. they say whoever did it choked him with something, said it looked like tar, black and sticky all down his throat and spilling out his mouth."
"stop it," a woman hisses, hand over her mouth. "stop it," but she's not heard.
"and they worst thing, you know that the worst thing was? they ripped out his eyes. pulled them out and left him nothing with gaping holes. ripped out his eyes and left his body by the edge of the woods, ripped his eyes clear out-"
yoochun's mother has fainted and yoochun's brother is silent and still and yoochun's body is closed into the ambulance.
---
"run yoochunah, you can run now, come run and play with us."
yoochun shakes his head and turns his back but they come to him, his monsters wrap him in arms that aren't cold any longer because yoochun is cold like them now, wraps him in their arms and press kisses on his face, run hands across his skin.
"don't be mad forever, yoochunah, we just wanted you for ourselves, wanted you wanted you so bad," they whispers, like one voice repeated four times over.
yoochun wants to cry, he doesn't want to play. he wants to cry because they killed him and he watched his mother cry over his body.
they pull at him, pull him deeper into the woods and laugh and sing and yoochun shivers. shivers shivers shivers.
r - yoochun, su/jae/min/ho, ot5
summary: the monster ghost evil only tightens his hand and sighs and runs a free hand through yoochun's hair, softly, gently. "do you see the chains, yoochunah? you're caught. you're never going to get free. we own you forever now. you can't leave because we love you."
note: my first shot at anything even resembeling horror. :O it's not scary at all, but i'll consider it a sucess if you guys think it's at least kinda creepy, okay? :D
he's running running running because he knew better, he knew, but he'd come anyway, come into the old old woods with the old twisted burnt trees where he wasn't allowed to come into. annoyed by taunting words and teasing chuckles he'd run in i'll show them i'll show them and now he was lost and he can hear things hear hear them chasing chasing.
"no no no no no" he's chanting and tripping over a tree root, bruising his hands on rocks and the tiny droplets of blood are too bright, too bright in the dark and hazy and white fog that covers the floor.
he's immobile on his knees, breathing hard, his lungs overworking working working and he knows he needs to get up and run away but his legs won't follow and his head feels weak why didn't i bring my inhaler why why?
"yoochunah yoochunah why are you running, yoochunah, don't you want to play?"
yoochun can't bring in the air to breathe but he's startled into jerking up and falling when his knees can’t hold him up. he scrambles back on his hands and pushes his legs to move away from the voice with no body when his back hits something too soft to be a tree a rock the world.
yoochun freezes heart stops starts beats in overtime and he doesn't want to look and he's crying, the tears hot on his face, but he looks up, slowly slowly his head tilts back and there are eyes above him, four sets of glowing blue eyes that flicker in and out and on and off.
yoochun screams and jumps up and runs, trips more and his knees and hands are bleeding and he's leaving behind a trail of red spots, hansel and gretel.
"yoochunah, are you running from me? yoochunah i love you."
he's caught hard around the middle and his legs lift in the air as he's pulled backwards, flying through the air.
he lands back pressed against a body that's too too chill. hands touch his face, his hair, slips under his shirt to press against his heart and he can't figure out if its fear or the monster that makes his entire body slow and chill.
"love you yoochunah, love you been watching you forever." words whispered into his ears soft and delicate and a lullaby siren’s song and he could almost believe it almost.
"no no no," he whispers, struggles and twists and tries to get free free free.
he's spun around and it's a boy holding him, a boy who could be his age his friend, a boy with bright blue eyes and a smile that almost makes everything around him bright again.
a hand raised and pressed into his, holding hands with monsters in the woods.
"love you," he's told again before he's spun off and flying into the woods.
he hits a tree and cries out as his arm twists when he falls to the floor. he blinks through his tears and the boy is gone. yoochun has to go, he has to run, there's more of them to get him. he pushes himself as best as he can and he holds his arm close to his stomach as he rushes away again, jumping at every sound, every tree branch he steps onto. he's running blind, his good hand outstretched. he doesn't even know where home is.
"yoochun."
yoochun spins hard and he's falling lost his balance when arms wrap around him, holds him close. he's sobbing. another one another one-
"let me go," he pleads, "let me go. i want to go home."
deathly cold hand in his hair and his head is being yanked back, can feel strands pulling from his scalp.
a child monster, this one, taller than him but a face like the little boy down the street who always has more questions than the adults have answers.
"you're not ever going back home, yoochun. you're ours now. but you can run as much as you want." head ducked and lips on his cheeks and yoochun beats his fists against the body the corpse the shadow. "we'll always catch you."
he's not thrown away but he falls forward because he's alone as if he always had been, talking to whispers in his head. yoochun falls to his aching knees because he's so cold and so tired and his lungs burn with each gaps of air he takes in. he hugs his throbbing arm and chokes on fog that seems to get thicker thicker thicker until he's caged in white.
"i want to go home" he moans, head falling forward to meet the ground, rocks and twigs digging into his skin.
"but we are home, yoochunah. look at me."
yoochun looks up without wanting to, because this monster has a tone in his voice as if he's king, lord and ruler and absolute. his father had sounded like that.
blue eyes too too too close to his and yoochun gasps and flinches back. a hand snaps out and grabs him by the collar, yanks him forward. his hands raise and try to pull the fingers away because he can't breathe, the cloth of his shirt digging into his throat.
"let go- l-let go-" he gasps, voice thin and hands weakening.
the monster ghost evil only tightens his hand and sighs and runs a free hand through yoochun's hair, softly, gently. "do you see the chains, yoochunah? you're caught. you're never going to get free. we own you forever now. you can't leave because we love you."
lips against his forehead and yoochun is pulled off the ground, spun around in circles as if they're dancing, pushed away. his foot lands on a rock that spins and his ankle makes a noise like a crack of thunder and yoochun screams as he falls. there's fire in his leg and he curls into himself and rocks, cries and cries because he's too tired to run anymore too tired to fight. he wants to go to sleep and never wake up. he wants to wake up and never go back to sleep. he wants home and mother and brother and skin that's warm to touch.
"yoochunah."
yoochun shakes his head and covers his face with his hand, ducks his head into his shoulder. he doesn't want to see anymore, hear anymore.
"yoochunah." soft ice hands on his face, on his arm, on his leg. "yoochunah, are you hurt? does it hurt badly? let me make you feel better, yoochun. i love you, i won't hurt you. i'll keep you safe."
yoochun finds himself blinking, the singsong of the dark voice lulls him, makes his heart beat slower. this feels more like a dream than anything else that night. he raises his head and wants to cry again.
the monsters stole an angel, he moans to himself. they stole an angel right from the sky and made him dark and twisted.
the angel that's not an angel anymore because he's been caught smiles at him, blinks blue eyes and leans forward and kisses him against the lips.
yoochun feels his tears start to fall again as he sighs.
"i'll keep you safe," repeated, whispered against his lips.
yoochun thinks maybe he can believe, thinks maybe this can be okay when he feels something cold and wet against his lips. he opens his mouth in surprise and he's choking, it's cold and slimy in his mouth, slipping down his throat like a snake, a worm.
yoochun screams and pushes and whips his head back and forth but it doesn't move, it only wiggles in his mouth and slips down further and yoochun wants to throw up can feel it rising in his chest but it just keeps slithering further further down and yoochun is choking-
"we love you, yoochunah."
the ghosts shadows circled around him, holding hands and swaying like they're dancing and the angel is with them, blends into them and smiles and he's wicked wicked wicked he's not an angel he never was he's as evil as the rest of them.
yoochun reaches out tries to scream out help me please don't kill me but he can't and the monsters close tighter around him and their darkness reaches out and covers him and that's the last thing yoochun sees before he's gone.
---
yoochun's mother screams and fights off the neighbors holding her back, screams and reaches out for her son, covered by a white sheet and carried away by men who have never seen anything as terrible as what they saw in the woods.
"they found him beaten," whisper the neighbors as they gather around. "ankle broken, arm twisted, hair pulled right out of his head. they say whoever did it choked him with something, said it looked like tar, black and sticky all down his throat and spilling out his mouth."
"stop it," a woman hisses, hand over her mouth. "stop it," but she's not heard.
"and they worst thing, you know that the worst thing was? they ripped out his eyes. pulled them out and left him nothing with gaping holes. ripped out his eyes and left his body by the edge of the woods, ripped his eyes clear out-"
yoochun's mother has fainted and yoochun's brother is silent and still and yoochun's body is closed into the ambulance.
---
"run yoochunah, you can run now, come run and play with us."
yoochun shakes his head and turns his back but they come to him, his monsters wrap him in arms that aren't cold any longer because yoochun is cold like them now, wraps him in their arms and press kisses on his face, run hands across his skin.
"don't be mad forever, yoochunah, we just wanted you for ourselves, wanted you wanted you so bad," they whispers, like one voice repeated four times over.
yoochun wants to cry, he doesn't want to play. he wants to cry because they killed him and he watched his mother cry over his body.
they pull at him, pull him deeper into the woods and laugh and sing and yoochun shivers. shivers shivers shivers.