Freefalling Kisses ~The Story - (6/?)
Title: Freefalling Kisses ~The Story
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, Lay/SeHun, &more to come
Summary:"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."
Rating: 14A (violence, blood, swearing) **AU!verse
*this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
Warning: this chapter contains violence and blood.
6.
JoonMyun didn't like it when things didn't go as he planned. Of course, he always had backup plans, and a backup plan for that backup plan. But when something out of his organized thoughts and preparations disrupted his carefully laid out plans, a hideous headache pounded at his temples. It ordered him to think, think, think; anything to get himself and his team out of the situation.
And right now, as he stood with a frown marring his face, his mind ran in circuits trying to decipher the situation.
It all happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that JoonMyun had difficulty trying to comprehend what was happening. One moment, he was lounging in one of the side booths of the dance floor, with a group of girls clad in thin pieces of clothing flirting around him. And the next, he was up on to his feet, staring at the dance floor as people screamed and some fled in fear.
It was a ripple effect, where one person, a girl, screamed so loud from the centre of the dance floor that everyone turned to stare. And then, one by one, eyes widened in shock as panic registered behind the hazy, alcohol-induced minds. And by the time JoonMyun knew it, people were pushing and shoving to move away from the dance floor; even the DJ stopped his movements to stare wide-eyed at the crowd behind his large spectacles. A large empty circle was created around a lonesome figure in the center, the music and lights of the club dying down until silence of hushed whispers and whimpers filled the still air.
What's going on? JoonMyun breathes, peering over heads as he stands transfixed onto the man that caused the sudden pandemonium.
Dressed in simple black jeans and a white shirt, the man looked like a regular clubber; if it wasn't for the puddle of blood that he was kneeling in.
So much blood, JoonMyun thinks, ignoring the odour of sweat, perfume and alcohol that wisped around him as people were backing up and bumping into him.
The man in the center, his head bowed and hair covering his face, trembled visibly as his hands reached out to grasp, to JoonMyun's horror, a limp body of a young girl that was lying just beside the man. Her body was covered in red blood, and judging from the odd angle of her neck, JoonMyun concluded that she was dead and the blood was most likely hers.
What did he... Just as JoonMyun tries to understand how this murder had happened, his answers are shown to him. And to everyone else around him.
With a gut-wrenching sound of bones snapping, more than a hundred pair of eyes watch in repulsion and terror as the shaking male twists the poor girls neck even further. Blood spills from the red painted lips, as the body convulses even more when the man does something to make the silent club echo with another horror-induced sound of shattering bones and tearing skin. And if that wasn't enough, with a lunge of hunger, the man covers the blood tainted lips of the dead girl with his own, drinking the bright red substance as if it was water.
And that was all it needed for the crowd to erupt.
"Holy shit! That sick bastard!" Swears of all kinds fill the air as the girls shriek and cry, unable to move or tear their eyes away from the terror that was revealed before them. Soon enough, people were pushing and shoving their way to the only doors of the club.
It was every man for themselves.
"JoonMyun!" a voice calls. Squirming his way to the walls, JoonMyun heaves a breath before seeing Chanyeol's long arms motioning for him to the bathroom hallway. He sighs in grateful thanks for the kids tall height.
"Just what the fuck was that?!" Baekhyun hisses as their leader approaches them through the sea of panic-stricken bodies.
"I don't want to know," KyungSoo murmurs, disgust lining his face.
Running tired fingers through his hair, JoonMyun sighs and rubs his temples. "Whatever he... it, is, we'll use it to our advantage." His team couldn't be bothered to deal with a psycho killer; their mission was top priority. "Let's split up, KyungSoo and I will take the VIP rooms on the ground level. Baekhyun and Chanyeol head upstairs. The confirmation chip, the CC, should be somewhere on these floors."
"Permission to fire?" Baekhyun asks, his hand reaching to pull up his shirt to grab his gun.
JoonMyun stares, eyes transfixed in thought before he nods solemnly. "Permission to fire," he orders curtly.
"Where's JongIn and SeHun?" Chanyeol questions, pulling out his own gun and checking his daggers.
At the question, they all peer around the corner to see the half-empty dance floor. Many people were still lingering in the club, mostly due to the crowding of the exit doors. Guards, who emerged from the shadows of the club, slowly approach the blood stained man in the center as a handful of idiotically brave men also pick up random weapons to help.
"There's JongIn," KyungSoo murmurs, pointing to the lone figure standing near the walls of the bar.
"Should we get him to come with us?" Chanyeol voices, looking over at their leader.
JoonMyun contemplates for a moment, but gets interrupted as SeHun suddenly appears from the other side of the hallway.
"Where were you?" Baekhyun asks, noticing the gun in SeHun's hand and the flush in the young boy's cheeks.
"Snooping around," SeHun answers quickly, "what was that scream?"
Motioning to the bewildering sight on the dance floor, and the loud shouts and screams of alarm that filled the club, SeHun's eyes widen as he watches with a sickening lurch of his stomach. The image of the man drinking the blood of a young maiden etched into his mind, burning his eyes.
"Is he..." SeHun trails off, lost for words as acid bubbles in his throat.
"Probably influenced by the Blood Wine," JoonMyun mutters, "what else could cause such actions? Although, this is the first I've ever heard of a user wanting to drink blood.." Shaking his head and checking his watch, JoonMyun refocuses. "We don't have much time. I'm giving until 0400 for us to be back at base." Making sure everyone sets their watch, JoonMyun then turns to SeHun, suddenly getting a feeling that someone should stay near the dance floor. "I want you and JongIn to stay down there and keep an eye on that man. And see if you can get any information. Judging from the behaviors of those guards, I bet this is the first time that this has happened."
Nodding, SeHun disappears around the corner, hiding his gun and blending in with the crowd as he moves his way towards JongIn.
"Okay. You guys know what to do." JoonMyun says, giving a firm nod before heading towards the VIP rooms with KyungSoo.
"What a party," Baekhyun mutters, keeping close to the walls and pointing his gun down as he and Chanyeol head for the stairs.
"Blood, booze, and screaming girls," Chanyeol sighs, clicking his tongue with sarcasm, "what more can make this night better?" He shakes his head as they carefully tip-toe up the stairs.
"Sex?" Baekhyun whispers, eyes glinting as he looks over at his friend.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes and kicks Baekhyun in the butt with the tip of his shoe, "keep your mind focused, retard."
∞
"What the hell is going on?" Tao hisses, roughly grabbing a guard who was twice his size. Sweat glistened on the man's skin as his large frame trembled with fear.
"I don't know sir, all of a sudden there was a scream and that man," he points to the lone figure kneeling in the centre of the dance floor, "started to drink that girls blood." His low voice cracked at the last word.
Eyebrows knitting together in confusion, Tao pushes the shaking man away, muttering "useless", before spotting LuHan, who was standing near the bar with an equally confused expression as he.
"Any explanations?" Tao mutters, approaching LuHan.
"Other than that he's a Blood Wine user? Nope." LuHan responds, carefully settling down the glass in his hands. His eyes were lined with disgust as the kneeling man on the dance floor continued lapping away at the blood that covered the dead girls face. The hair covered his face, but LuHan could picture the dilated pupils, the tense muscles, the rapid pulse, and the labored breathing.
This has never happened before, LuHan thinks. Heavy Blood Wine users have sudden bursts of energy that lead to violence, and possible needs to kill, but never has there been an instance where one has the urge to drink blood.
"We need those people out of here," Tao murmurs, looking at the panicking mass of people near the door way, "they're going to get in the way." Pulling out his knife, he eyes the loose circle of frightened men that surrounded the man. However, Tao could only chuckle inwardly in scorn; they were brave enough to stand there, but were actually cowards as none of them could approach the blood-crazed man.
"Are you going to kill him?" LuHan asks. He wasn't worried, but more wondering whether it was better to keep the man alive for questions.
"See what you can do to subdue him," a voice came from behind them. Turning around, Tao and LuHan nod their heads low as Lay approaches them.
Tao avoids Kris's gaze from behind Lay's shoulder. He could feel the anguished worry from those glassy eyes.
"I don't have my gun on me," LuHan adds in warning as Tao steps towards the loose circle.
Tao shrugs his shoulders, unconcerned, to which LuHan rolls his eyes. Before following after Tao, he eyes the boy that had caught his attention early in the night. To his surprise, the young boy was intently staring at the man on the floor with a burning concentration in his onyx eyes, not a wavering feeling of fear warped into his body. He stood near the far edges of the bar, ignoring the mass of people that ran past him, and LuHan, even from the distance and people that flew in-between them, could see the rigid tension that pulled at the sharp jaw.
Why do I get a feeling that I'm liking this kid more and more, LuHan thinks, wanting to slap himself awake and face his reality; which was to clean up that mess of blood and bones on the dance floor. With an inward sigh, LuHan misses the gaze from that boy, and trails behind Tao.
∞
"So what do you think?" SeHun says, standing beside JongIn with darting eyes. They move to place their backs against the wall, allowing the distressed men and women run past them towards the doors. SeHun didn't think he would be as agitated if he didn't see the man he met in that hidden room appear in the corner of his eyes. It didn't take a man long enough to figure out from the way a few guards surrounded that man, that he was someone important.
"I think that guys the one called, Lay," JongIn murmurs under his breath, his eyes motioning to the person standing near the bar with a group of guards around him. JongIn also slyly eyes the small figure of the man he briefly shared eye-contact with at the bar. Something about that stranger left a bittersweet aftertaste in the back of his mind.
"I figured as much," SeHun responds. He couldn't put a finger on it, but a feeling of sad denial bubbled in his chest. It was as if he didn't want that man to be Lay, their prime target; their enemy.
Fingers itching for the gun strapped to his waist, JongIn rips his gaze away from the group near the bar and onto the dance floor, eyes scanning and counting the number of bodies between him and the killer kneeling on the ground. And he wouldn't admit it, but the hairs on his neck and arms rose as he watched with shocked worry as the small male, who should've stayed near the bar where it was safer, moved to stand in the midst of the large guards on the dance floor. The image of the large doe-like eyes staring into his surfaced in JongIn's mind, and in JongIn's opinion, there was no way that that skinny frame could handle a fight.
No, damn it. You shouldn't be so worried for another guy; especially someone who may work for the other team, JongIn hisses at himself.
Just as JongIn was about to say something to SeHun, one of the guards, a big man that was drenched in sweat with a metal pole in hand, charges at the still body kneeling on the ground. A loud battle cry erupts from fat lips as the metal weapon comes swinging down; the cry catching many people's attention to turn and look. But in a blink of an eye, the metal bar is ripped out of the large hands, and is seen piercing through the big man's chest. Blood spurts from the open mouth as the man staggers before falling over. Dead.
The rest of the men that surrounded the killer, takes shocked steps backwards, fear overriding their system as they see the blood stained killer suddenly standing over the dead man. They now had a clear view of the man's face; the wide, blood-shot eyes, the tensed muscles and prominent blood veins that pulsed with intoxication, and the bright red blood that painted the smiling mouth and teeth.
A shiver ran through everyone's spine.
Staggering, the blood-crazed man crouches low, dipping his fingers in the blood of the dead guard and licking it off with his tongue. An eerily cackle fills the half-empty club, the sudden laughter stilling everyone who were still in the club to look at the maniac who had taken his second kill. As the man, licking his fingers clean, wobbles unsteadily to his feet again and pulls out the metal bar that was imbedded in the guards chest with a sickening squish, screams and shouts fill the club once more. People were now desperate to leave.
"Sick bastard" SeHun hisses, eyes widening and hand subconsciously reaching for his gun.
"What the fuck is he?" JongIn mutters, taking a cautious step onto the dance floor, his gun already in his hands.
With a command from someone standing the circle, five guards suddenly dash towards the blood stained man with their weapons raised. But before anyone could even land a blow, one by one, with inhuman strength and speed, the bloody thirsty man took each of them down, heavy bodies landing on the floor and leaving pools of blood.
The metal bar in the bloodied hand was covered with the sticky red substance, to which the intoxicated man licked hungrily with a smile.
-tbc.
A/N: .....my spring break is ending too soon. OTL.
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, Lay/SeHun, &more to come
Summary:"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."
Rating: 14A (violence, blood, swearing) **AU!verse
*this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
Warning: this chapter contains violence and blood.
6.
JoonMyun didn't like it when things didn't go as he planned. Of course, he always had backup plans, and a backup plan for that backup plan. But when something out of his organized thoughts and preparations disrupted his carefully laid out plans, a hideous headache pounded at his temples. It ordered him to think, think, think; anything to get himself and his team out of the situation.
And right now, as he stood with a frown marring his face, his mind ran in circuits trying to decipher the situation.
It all happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that JoonMyun had difficulty trying to comprehend what was happening. One moment, he was lounging in one of the side booths of the dance floor, with a group of girls clad in thin pieces of clothing flirting around him. And the next, he was up on to his feet, staring at the dance floor as people screamed and some fled in fear.
It was a ripple effect, where one person, a girl, screamed so loud from the centre of the dance floor that everyone turned to stare. And then, one by one, eyes widened in shock as panic registered behind the hazy, alcohol-induced minds. And by the time JoonMyun knew it, people were pushing and shoving to move away from the dance floor; even the DJ stopped his movements to stare wide-eyed at the crowd behind his large spectacles. A large empty circle was created around a lonesome figure in the center, the music and lights of the club dying down until silence of hushed whispers and whimpers filled the still air.
What's going on? JoonMyun breathes, peering over heads as he stands transfixed onto the man that caused the sudden pandemonium.
Dressed in simple black jeans and a white shirt, the man looked like a regular clubber; if it wasn't for the puddle of blood that he was kneeling in.
So much blood, JoonMyun thinks, ignoring the odour of sweat, perfume and alcohol that wisped around him as people were backing up and bumping into him.
The man in the center, his head bowed and hair covering his face, trembled visibly as his hands reached out to grasp, to JoonMyun's horror, a limp body of a young girl that was lying just beside the man. Her body was covered in red blood, and judging from the odd angle of her neck, JoonMyun concluded that she was dead and the blood was most likely hers.
What did he... Just as JoonMyun tries to understand how this murder had happened, his answers are shown to him. And to everyone else around him.
With a gut-wrenching sound of bones snapping, more than a hundred pair of eyes watch in repulsion and terror as the shaking male twists the poor girls neck even further. Blood spills from the red painted lips, as the body convulses even more when the man does something to make the silent club echo with another horror-induced sound of shattering bones and tearing skin. And if that wasn't enough, with a lunge of hunger, the man covers the blood tainted lips of the dead girl with his own, drinking the bright red substance as if it was water.
And that was all it needed for the crowd to erupt.
"Holy shit! That sick bastard!" Swears of all kinds fill the air as the girls shriek and cry, unable to move or tear their eyes away from the terror that was revealed before them. Soon enough, people were pushing and shoving their way to the only doors of the club.
It was every man for themselves.
"JoonMyun!" a voice calls. Squirming his way to the walls, JoonMyun heaves a breath before seeing Chanyeol's long arms motioning for him to the bathroom hallway. He sighs in grateful thanks for the kids tall height.
"Just what the fuck was that?!" Baekhyun hisses as their leader approaches them through the sea of panic-stricken bodies.
"I don't want to know," KyungSoo murmurs, disgust lining his face.
Running tired fingers through his hair, JoonMyun sighs and rubs his temples. "Whatever he... it, is, we'll use it to our advantage." His team couldn't be bothered to deal with a psycho killer; their mission was top priority. "Let's split up, KyungSoo and I will take the VIP rooms on the ground level. Baekhyun and Chanyeol head upstairs. The confirmation chip, the CC, should be somewhere on these floors."
"Permission to fire?" Baekhyun asks, his hand reaching to pull up his shirt to grab his gun.
JoonMyun stares, eyes transfixed in thought before he nods solemnly. "Permission to fire," he orders curtly.
"Where's JongIn and SeHun?" Chanyeol questions, pulling out his own gun and checking his daggers.
At the question, they all peer around the corner to see the half-empty dance floor. Many people were still lingering in the club, mostly due to the crowding of the exit doors. Guards, who emerged from the shadows of the club, slowly approach the blood stained man in the center as a handful of idiotically brave men also pick up random weapons to help.
"There's JongIn," KyungSoo murmurs, pointing to the lone figure standing near the walls of the bar.
"Should we get him to come with us?" Chanyeol voices, looking over at their leader.
JoonMyun contemplates for a moment, but gets interrupted as SeHun suddenly appears from the other side of the hallway.
"Where were you?" Baekhyun asks, noticing the gun in SeHun's hand and the flush in the young boy's cheeks.
"Snooping around," SeHun answers quickly, "what was that scream?"
Motioning to the bewildering sight on the dance floor, and the loud shouts and screams of alarm that filled the club, SeHun's eyes widen as he watches with a sickening lurch of his stomach. The image of the man drinking the blood of a young maiden etched into his mind, burning his eyes.
"Is he..." SeHun trails off, lost for words as acid bubbles in his throat.
"Probably influenced by the Blood Wine," JoonMyun mutters, "what else could cause such actions? Although, this is the first I've ever heard of a user wanting to drink blood.." Shaking his head and checking his watch, JoonMyun refocuses. "We don't have much time. I'm giving until 0400 for us to be back at base." Making sure everyone sets their watch, JoonMyun then turns to SeHun, suddenly getting a feeling that someone should stay near the dance floor. "I want you and JongIn to stay down there and keep an eye on that man. And see if you can get any information. Judging from the behaviors of those guards, I bet this is the first time that this has happened."
Nodding, SeHun disappears around the corner, hiding his gun and blending in with the crowd as he moves his way towards JongIn.
"Okay. You guys know what to do." JoonMyun says, giving a firm nod before heading towards the VIP rooms with KyungSoo.
"What a party," Baekhyun mutters, keeping close to the walls and pointing his gun down as he and Chanyeol head for the stairs.
"Blood, booze, and screaming girls," Chanyeol sighs, clicking his tongue with sarcasm, "what more can make this night better?" He shakes his head as they carefully tip-toe up the stairs.
"Sex?" Baekhyun whispers, eyes glinting as he looks over at his friend.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes and kicks Baekhyun in the butt with the tip of his shoe, "keep your mind focused, retard."
∞
"What the hell is going on?" Tao hisses, roughly grabbing a guard who was twice his size. Sweat glistened on the man's skin as his large frame trembled with fear.
"I don't know sir, all of a sudden there was a scream and that man," he points to the lone figure kneeling in the centre of the dance floor, "started to drink that girls blood." His low voice cracked at the last word.
Eyebrows knitting together in confusion, Tao pushes the shaking man away, muttering "useless", before spotting LuHan, who was standing near the bar with an equally confused expression as he.
"Any explanations?" Tao mutters, approaching LuHan.
"Other than that he's a Blood Wine user? Nope." LuHan responds, carefully settling down the glass in his hands. His eyes were lined with disgust as the kneeling man on the dance floor continued lapping away at the blood that covered the dead girls face. The hair covered his face, but LuHan could picture the dilated pupils, the tense muscles, the rapid pulse, and the labored breathing.
This has never happened before, LuHan thinks. Heavy Blood Wine users have sudden bursts of energy that lead to violence, and possible needs to kill, but never has there been an instance where one has the urge to drink blood.
"We need those people out of here," Tao murmurs, looking at the panicking mass of people near the door way, "they're going to get in the way." Pulling out his knife, he eyes the loose circle of frightened men that surrounded the man. However, Tao could only chuckle inwardly in scorn; they were brave enough to stand there, but were actually cowards as none of them could approach the blood-crazed man.
"Are you going to kill him?" LuHan asks. He wasn't worried, but more wondering whether it was better to keep the man alive for questions.
"See what you can do to subdue him," a voice came from behind them. Turning around, Tao and LuHan nod their heads low as Lay approaches them.
Tao avoids Kris's gaze from behind Lay's shoulder. He could feel the anguished worry from those glassy eyes.
"I don't have my gun on me," LuHan adds in warning as Tao steps towards the loose circle.
Tao shrugs his shoulders, unconcerned, to which LuHan rolls his eyes. Before following after Tao, he eyes the boy that had caught his attention early in the night. To his surprise, the young boy was intently staring at the man on the floor with a burning concentration in his onyx eyes, not a wavering feeling of fear warped into his body. He stood near the far edges of the bar, ignoring the mass of people that ran past him, and LuHan, even from the distance and people that flew in-between them, could see the rigid tension that pulled at the sharp jaw.
Why do I get a feeling that I'm liking this kid more and more, LuHan thinks, wanting to slap himself awake and face his reality; which was to clean up that mess of blood and bones on the dance floor. With an inward sigh, LuHan misses the gaze from that boy, and trails behind Tao.
∞
"So what do you think?" SeHun says, standing beside JongIn with darting eyes. They move to place their backs against the wall, allowing the distressed men and women run past them towards the doors. SeHun didn't think he would be as agitated if he didn't see the man he met in that hidden room appear in the corner of his eyes. It didn't take a man long enough to figure out from the way a few guards surrounded that man, that he was someone important.
"I think that guys the one called, Lay," JongIn murmurs under his breath, his eyes motioning to the person standing near the bar with a group of guards around him. JongIn also slyly eyes the small figure of the man he briefly shared eye-contact with at the bar. Something about that stranger left a bittersweet aftertaste in the back of his mind.
"I figured as much," SeHun responds. He couldn't put a finger on it, but a feeling of sad denial bubbled in his chest. It was as if he didn't want that man to be Lay, their prime target; their enemy.
Fingers itching for the gun strapped to his waist, JongIn rips his gaze away from the group near the bar and onto the dance floor, eyes scanning and counting the number of bodies between him and the killer kneeling on the ground. And he wouldn't admit it, but the hairs on his neck and arms rose as he watched with shocked worry as the small male, who should've stayed near the bar where it was safer, moved to stand in the midst of the large guards on the dance floor. The image of the large doe-like eyes staring into his surfaced in JongIn's mind, and in JongIn's opinion, there was no way that that skinny frame could handle a fight.
No, damn it. You shouldn't be so worried for another guy; especially someone who may work for the other team, JongIn hisses at himself.
Just as JongIn was about to say something to SeHun, one of the guards, a big man that was drenched in sweat with a metal pole in hand, charges at the still body kneeling on the ground. A loud battle cry erupts from fat lips as the metal weapon comes swinging down; the cry catching many people's attention to turn and look. But in a blink of an eye, the metal bar is ripped out of the large hands, and is seen piercing through the big man's chest. Blood spurts from the open mouth as the man staggers before falling over. Dead.
The rest of the men that surrounded the killer, takes shocked steps backwards, fear overriding their system as they see the blood stained killer suddenly standing over the dead man. They now had a clear view of the man's face; the wide, blood-shot eyes, the tensed muscles and prominent blood veins that pulsed with intoxication, and the bright red blood that painted the smiling mouth and teeth.
A shiver ran through everyone's spine.
Staggering, the blood-crazed man crouches low, dipping his fingers in the blood of the dead guard and licking it off with his tongue. An eerily cackle fills the half-empty club, the sudden laughter stilling everyone who were still in the club to look at the maniac who had taken his second kill. As the man, licking his fingers clean, wobbles unsteadily to his feet again and pulls out the metal bar that was imbedded in the guards chest with a sickening squish, screams and shouts fill the club once more. People were now desperate to leave.
"Sick bastard" SeHun hisses, eyes widening and hand subconsciously reaching for his gun.
"What the fuck is he?" JongIn mutters, taking a cautious step onto the dance floor, his gun already in his hands.
With a command from someone standing the circle, five guards suddenly dash towards the blood stained man with their weapons raised. But before anyone could even land a blow, one by one, with inhuman strength and speed, the bloody thirsty man took each of them down, heavy bodies landing on the floor and leaving pools of blood.
The metal bar in the bloodied hand was covered with the sticky red substance, to which the intoxicated man licked hungrily with a smile.
-tbc.
A/N: .....my spring break is ending too soon. OTL.