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wonderfuldeath · 2 months

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.o| Horror Island: Hoseok. |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, self doubt, murder, graphic depictions

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« - Miss Elyzabeth?

- You can put the little cakes on the cupboard.

- Fine. »

Thin fingers curl around the cup, as the dull gaze turns to watch the first flakes of winter fall through the windowpane. Her tea is bland, it tastes like medicine, which certainly won't help her. As she hears for the second time the door to her room open on the village healing priest. Heisuke Damarro stares at her, his gaze filled with a feeling she dismisses with a wave of her hand, as a slight shiver runs down her spine.

« - How are you feeling this cold morning, Miss Ivanovich?

- Have you found Taehyung? Or Jungkook?

- Unfortunately not. Neither has been found. I guess the crow's gossip was true after all. They probably ran away together.

- What did you come here to do? Spread your venom? »

The man's cold sigh simply made her wrinkle her nose, as she pulled the shawl that had slipped over her shoulders back into place. Her gaze turning again to the now almost white landscape, winter obviously going to be quite cold this year. And she had a gentle thought for the people who today had no home, no warm place to hide and read a book, and a slight sad breath passed her lips.

« - Come on, Miss Ivanovich, don't mope. Here's your medicine. You want to be able to walk the streets again, don't you? What will your grandmother say if she sees you so weak?

- I don't mean to sound unpleasant, but Granny's medicine was much more effective.

- I'm sorry mine aren't as strong. But they're made with kindness and good feeling, as you well know.

- It's obviously not enough. »

Yet the Ivanovich isn't asked or forced to take the reddish liquid, stuck in the small glass vial. The bitter taste sends a long shiver of disgust down her spine, and she has to rage not to spit the medicine in the face of the man of God. Proud of himself, Damarro bends down politely, retrieving the plate of cakes and placing it in the hands of the sufferer, who accepts it reluctantly. Just wanting to get past the unpleasant taste visibly stuck against her tongue.

« - Your beloved isn't back from his walk yet?

- I'm sure he won't be long. Hoseok is never late for lunch.

- I don't doubt it. »

A small sigh passes the young woman's lips, again, as she loses herself in the flakes condensing the windows of her room, making her even more sullen. Elyzabeth preferred summer life, contemplating the world around her window more cheerfully. But the heavy presence of the priest quickly cut her contemplation short, her eyes turning to glare down at the village priest, trying to understand why he didn't disappear like the snake he was.

« - What now?

- I'd like to have you with me on this first winter's evening. I remembered yesterday that I hadn't celebrated your union.

- Well, I'll talk to my husband when he gets back from his walk.

- I hope to see you in my home. I'll expect you at eight.

- We'll try to be on time then. »

The man's evil smile made her shiver again, reassured when her husband returned, a slight smile on his lips, which faded at the sight of the clergyman. They gaze at each other, before Heisuke takes his leave with a last look at the pretty Elyzabeth. Without waiting, Hoseok comes to take a closer look at his belle, caressing her cheek with his fingertips, eyes filled with concern.

« - Martha told me you refused to eat your cakes. Is that true?

- She's talking nonsense. I ate all those cakes. There's not a single one left."

Hoseok settles on the side of his companion's bed, taking her hands, which he finds too cold, before asking in his family man voice to light the fireplace to prevent his beloved from freezing to death. He then gave her his full attention, caressing her frail fingers, trying to warm them up.

« - Did you find anything? A clue as to where they went?

- No, we've found nothing but air, no one in the village has found or seen anything yet. It's like they've vanished into thin air.

- Why didn't they tell us they were leaving? Didn't they trust us? If I can find that old magpie who gave them to the priest... »

A dry cough leading to the iron-red liquid silences her, as Hoesok reaches for his handkerchief, helpless to help her get rid of the liquid staining her soul. He looks at her as he always had, with the love of a lover head over heels in love, and she has that shy look seeking to find something else to look at, just as bright and burning for the man sharing her life.

« - Calm down, will you? Getting upset won't change anything. Why don't you tell me what you were talking about with Mister Priest ?

- That snake wants to invite us to his table. He said it was a gift for our wedding.

- What do you say?

- That it's no good. But we can't refuse, let's find out what he's capable of. »

Her doubt-filled gaze made him sigh softly as he caressed her cheek, kissing her forehead with tenderness, giving her his luminous smile that made her quiver with pleasure. And finally, they agreed to dinner. Wearing her most beautiful dress, and her most beautiful shawl, the same one she'd worn for her wedding, they made their way to the churchman's discreet home, lost between mountain and forest. The house was warm and welcoming, and she let Hoseok take the shawl and give it to the owner.

« - I apologize for the mess, but unfortunately I haven't had time to do any housework.

- That's all right. I didn't expect your house to be so well...

- Taken care of? It has to be. I don't have a servant on hand like you. »

His jibe seems to hit the mark, and with a wry smile, he leads them into the dining room. Several dishes are laid out on a table that's obviously very well laid out, and the couple seem delighted. Both take their seats, and Hoseok cheerfully accepts the glass of red wine kindly served to him. Damaro was clearly a fine cordon bleu. But something wasn't quite right: the portrait in front of them seemed perfect, perhaps too perfect. No hang-ups, and Damarro seemed delighted to have the couple in front of him, whereas a year earlier, he'd refused even to marry them. The idea, perhaps strange and ill-considered for the man in front of them, made Elyzabeth uncomfortable. That, and the strange sensation she'd been feeling in her body for some time now.

« - Are you all right, Elyzabeth? Are you pale?

- Hoesok is right, you're as pale as a sheet, my dear.

- Please forgive me, it's true that I'm not feeling very well. Perhaps we should go home.

- Home? Don't be silly, I'm not about to let my guests get lost in the snow. No, stay for the evening, I've prepared my finest rooms for you. You can hit the road again in the morning. »

It was true that the snow had been falling all day and at the moment torches wouldn't light up much of anything. And to tell the truth, the young woman didn't really feel like walking in the snow. The cold of the night would only worsen her condition. So reluctantly they accepted the proposal, following Heisuke through the various long corridors of the mansion. They hesitated when he led them to a staircase, almost certainly leading down to the cellar. A deathly silence descends, as the stench of the cellar catches them both by the throat, a frail hand rests on his mouth, before the man of the house illuminates the new room in front of them. Their eyes land on what looks like a cellar, where several bodies are obviously piled up in a kind of grotesque circle, the blood on the floor drawing a terrifying pentacle.

« - What is this ? This... ? »

Elyzabeth can't believe her eyes, the spread out before her, bodies of her friends. Taehyung seemed to be eaten by worms, his rotting body the cause of this terrible smell. But it wasn't just him, hanging Jimin was also there, as was Yoongi, whose eyes seemed to be burnt. Namjoon was deathly thin, while Jin had several bite marks strewn across his body. Only Jungkook's body was missing, but a place with a basin of water mixed with blood seemed to be waiting. Hoseok was the first to react, moving quickly to strike the man of God, who collapsed stunned.

« - What have you done, Heisuke? What is this? A Satanic ritual?

- A Satanic ritual? Don't make fun of me. »

Anger seems to boil in Hoseok's eyes, and time seems to stand still before her as her body fails her. Her whole body begin to trembles and the blood runs down her lips again. But Hoseok doesn't have time to reach her, the blood from his open throat spilling out onto the stone floor, his body collapsing with the sound of a mechanical doll. Elyzabeth wasn't sure if the scream in her chest had come out for real, or if it had been trapped in her lungs which were burning terribly. The pain of the hand in her hair made her squeal as she struggled weakly when Heisuke dragged her to her seat, each body having a circle for itself, and she must have found hers.

« - How... How dare you...?

- Oh come on, really? Of all people, you're the one who disappoints me the most. I thought we understood each other. Have you really noticed nothing? I've been making you drink the same thing for a whole year now, my dear. The beautiful plant that you yourself had banned from our island when poor little Machi died of its poison.

- ... antebellum?

- Exactly. You thought you'd get treated, but you drank my poison all along. »

The man's cold laugh passes his lips, as he turns to join Hoseok's body, dragging him by the feet to his own circle, looking around with a satisfied smile, watching the young woman suffocating on the floor, before reaching the large door leading to his cellar.

« - I've only got one left. And I'll be a god. And you'll see, you, you'll bend before me. »

-x-

The sound of the door slamming seems to be what wakes Taehyung from his sleep, the bitter, iron taste of blood still in his mouth. His pale hand passes over his face as he wrinkles his nose, Taehyung sits up with difficulty on his bed, another strange dream, the first time he'd played a woman. And the strange feeling of the plug closing against him made him shudder. His eyes fell on the terrifying photograph of the house he'd found in a very old newspaper article, and he fell back into bed in the hotel he'd taken the day before.

This story was slowly driving him mad. But he wouldn't give up until he'd understood the end of all the nightmares that had been plaguing him for almost a month now.

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wonderfuldeath · 3 months

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.o| Horror Island: Jimin. |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, self doubt, murder, graphic depictions

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« - Jimin, do you know what day it is today?

- No, Father.

- You don't even know the date of your own birthday? »

The mocking tone sent a shiver down the spine of the little lost lamb the man of God had taken in so long ago. The broom in his hands stopped moving as he stared at the calendar against the wall. His inquisitive eyes searching for any sign that might point him in the direction of this information. A shrug of the shoulder before resuming the big clean-up he'd had in mind, it wasn't a day very different from the others. In fact, Jimin had never celebrated a birthday, so he didn't really see how this year was going to be any different; it was a day like any other, that's all.

« - Why don't you take your purse and go back to the village? I filled it yesterday. Why don't you spend the day out?

- Really, Father? You don't mind?

- If I say so. Come on, hurry up. But come back for dinner, I've prepared something special. Meet me at the temple at sunset.

- Yes, Father. »

With a cheerful heart, Jimin hurried to get his things, covering himself in this rather dry early winter, wondering when the first snow would arrive. With light steps, he returned to the village from which he had been cut off for the past two months, surprised to see the streets so bland and the villagers so serious. Jimin had not been born in this village, but had been carried here by the sea nineteen years ago. He no longer remembered his parents, having only kept the family necklace given to him by his father as a gift. He took his time strolling through the almost deserted streets, before taking refuge in the warmth of a store he knew by heart.

« - Isn't it's little Jimin? What brings you out in this cold weather?

- Madame Min, did you know that today was my birthday? I've come to buy one of your best cakes, if you don't mind.

- Oh wait here a second, this kind of thing only happens once a year, I'll wrap it up for you. »

Impatient as a newborn baby, Jimin looks down at his hands, turns around the store a little, before also picking up some delicacies wrapped perfectly in the leaves of the forest trees. Running a hand through his hair, he turns red when his friend's mother announces that she's giving him a gift.

« - Yoongi's not at the store?

- That rascal went berry-picking in the forest three days ago. He hasn't been back since.

- Oh. Could I go and have a look? Do you know where he went?

- Come on, don't be silly. Yoongi's big, and he's known the forest for as long as you have. He must have found a place to rest for his nonsense. He'll be back when there are no more berries or fruit to eat. »

And yet, despite his tone, Jimin understood that Madame Min was worried sick, after all, Yoongi had never been away for so long, yes a day or two wandering and getting lost in the woods, but in good camping times. Rejecting the idea that was nagging at the back of his mind, Jimin armed himself with politeness before leaving the restaurant, watching the weather turn to snow. This year it had come early. On his way, he came across no living soul, the lively place was deserted of life, and he was almost relieved to meet a familiar, but serious, gaze.

« - Hoseok. Does the snow scare everyone away?

- Snow? Oh Jimin.

He seemed reassured, as if a stone had been lifted from his shoulders, and came to embrace him cheerfully before looking at him with a paternal smile.

- We began to think that the mountain bear had devoured you.

- No, Father wanted me to start my meditation. He's been acting strange lately. It's like he's hiding something.

- Come home, my loving wife should open her arms to you, she's always talking about you. »

Cheerful, Jimin accepted, following his friend to his big house. The Jung and Ivanovich were among the main pillars of the village, and would certainly never be short of money. Once inside the big house, the pretty but frail Elyzabeth gently embraced him. She hadn't looked a shadow of her former self for some time, but her eyes lit up when she saw him. Even so, he can feel her frustration and disappointment.

« - Jimin.

- Were you expecting someone else?

- No, I just... Didn't you hear? »

He seems to fall off a cliff, hearing the news like a big slap in the face. Taehyung and Jungkook had disappeared two months ago now. He pursed his lower lip, how could this be? And why hadn't Heisuke told him? A strange kind of anger gripped his heart, and he straightened up.

« - Escaped? Together? They would have told us !

- We already know. But the search was fruitless.

- Yoongi also went to look for them in the forest around the lake.

- That explains why he hasn't come back yet. »

Slowly, Elyzabeth confirms but he can feel Hoseok is much more tense, his gaze serious, yet he remains silent. With no real appetite the three of them enjoy Yoongi's mother's dishes together, before Jimin decides to leave, to let the ailing woman rest. On the doorstep, Hoseok held him back, away from the young woman's curious ears.

« - Namjoon and Jin went to the temple, where they would have been last seen. You didn't happen to run into them, did you?

- At the temple? It's been closed for renovation for two months now. Father said something bad had happened.

- What did he say?

- Something about an animal falling down the stairs and breaking its neck. No one's allowed down there under any circumstances. »

Hoseok seemed to understand something, while Jimin seemed to realize it too, putting a hand to his mouth to keep from yelping, he looked at Hoseok as if he'd gone mad, chasing away the dark idea that had just crossed his mind. Something like this could never be done, and even if it was, there were still two of them.

« - I'll go to the temple tonight. Father's planning to give me my birthday present there.

- Be careful Jimin, the priest... He's no good to me. If you have any doubts, just come home, okay? It'll always be open to you. »

Nodding, Jimin strolls through the streets, before coming across the pretty lucky charms in the Ivanovich's store. His purse far from empty he buys himself two of the cutest wooden cats, good luck and eternal happiness. Covering them in his handkerchief, he would offer the lucky one to Taehyung when they found him. It would cheer him up, he was sure. As the sun began to set, he set off for the temple. You had to climb a hundred steps to get to the entrance. Previously a place of mediation for the village shamans, since the ascension of the priest Damarro, the place had been modified for his dreams of height. But Jimin had seen the look on the villagers' faces: they thought he was crazy. And felt sorry for the poor orphan.

« - Father, are you here ? »

The darkness of the temple sent a chill down his spine, and for safety's sake he kept the door open, letting the icy night air inside. He thrusts his hands into his deep pockets, looking around for warmth before lighting a torch. Here, nothing seemed to have moved in two months, and his eyes searched for something to prove his father's or Hoseok's claims. The fine red streak on the ground makes him gag, as does the sight of the shoe left on the ground, recognizable by its color; the immaculate white of Seokjin's shoes makes him shudder.

« - Jin ? Namjoon ? Are you here ? »

Dread seizes him, as he steps forward cautiously, so as not to slip. The stairs lead down to a sort of vaulted cellar he'd never known existed. And the first thing that catches his throat is the infamous smell. A mixture of infection and rot, making him put his hand to his mouth. The torch turns to illuminate him before his whole body freezes. Seokjin is the first body he sees, the gaping black hole in his belly and the various bite marks almost making him vomit. His eyes fall on Namjoon, looking as thin as an infant. He hurried over to his two friends, heart pounding in his ears and looking terrified, trying to find his words.

« - What's happened ? You guys... I'm going to get help, I'll be right back. »

Forgetting the looming threat, Jimin runs out the door, ready to cross the village to announce the news of the accident. But when he reaches the temple stairs, he feels the pressure of the trap against his neck, suffocation gripping him as he feels the rope knot further around him as he tries to free himself.

« - Don't struggle like that, you'll hurt yourself more than you should.

Jimin's glimmer of hope lights up in his eyes, reaching out a pleading hand, seeking the support of his silent father.

- You've been a good pawn, you've played your part to perfection Jimin. I promise you that your sacrifice won't be in vain. You'll become a pillar of my new world, and when I become a god, you'll be able to light me up with pride. »

Jimin's eyes widened, realizing that death would be just what he expected. Trying to tear the rope from his neck, he could only look at the man he trusted, as he suffocated. Making little sounds, trying to breathe again, but just the pressure of the rope and the hell of realizing he was going to die hit him. And the last thing he hears is the insane, demonic laughter of the man who raised him.

« - Three more, and I'll become a god, and they'll just have to shut up. I'll become brilliant and they'll bow down to me. I promise. »

-x-

« - Taehyung are you okay?

- Uh?

- You're crying. »

Bringing a hand to his face, he stares in dismay at his wet cheeks through his barely-begun water, the features of fatigue marking his white face, he runs a hand through his hair before simply nodding. He had hoped that not sleeping would stop him seeing the terrifying images. But now, it was taking him even awake.

« - You seem different lately. Maybe you should get some rest? Forget this article and get some rest, okay?

- Yes... I'll go home and try to put some things aside, thanks for your advice. »

He hurried to put his notebook away, not quite sure what had brought him to this nightmarish place. Usually, he'd just had to look at a snapshot of one of the places, yet he hadn't done that for Jimin. Pinching his lower lip, his car door slamming as he gripped the steering wheel, Taehyung was consumed by the fear of finding out what happened next and the absolute need to get to the bottom of the story.

And so he sets off, not for home, but to discover the truth.

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