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The sudden clatter of metal hitting the floor rang out from a distance, blending in with the sharp sound of the sharp metals clashing on the screen with the two leads battling it out on a sword match.
"Doyoon...?" Eyes still glued to the intensive battle on the bright screen, Seungcheol called out distractedly.
No response.
Sensing that something wasn't right, the eldest quickly pushed himself off the sofa, the pillow in his lap falling to the floor as he moved towards the wooden door leading to the other room.
The metal bowl of popcorn sprayed messily across the tiled flooring, the male who had offered to get the group more popcorn stood by the counter, a hand gripping the marble edge, other pressed against his head.
"Yoon!" Seungcheol called out, alarmed, as he rushed to the other's side.
The sound of muffled footsteps signalled the arrival of the rest as they peered in anxiously, the showdown of the two main leads on the television screen left forgotten behind them.
"H-Hurry," Doyoon who seemed to have calmed down and got to his senses, signalling to the rest with a trembling hand. He reached out to grasp Seungcheol’s arm, only to gasp out a few words.
"The boys-" Doyoon continued, eyes wide and shaking, "They are in danger."
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Mingyu felt another jolting pain travel up his back as he collided once again with the metal walls of the wrecked room. His hands which pressed against the metal was charred from taking the repeated blows from the ability users. Reluctantly, Mingyu pushed himself back onto his twos, feeling his feet groan, threatening to collapse beneath him. He hated to admit it, but by he was nowhere as trained as his enemy was in combat or the wielding of his abilities.
"Tired already?" A loud voice sounded, the owner of it trying to provoke his enemy. Mingyu found himself grimace at the arrogance laced in the male's tone, wishing to fry the male to crisp with his electricity. Calling for the electricity, he felt the energy gather upon his command, drawn from the wires running through the room. Pushing himself off, he sped towards the grinning male, his arm swinging back to release the ball of electricity. However, as he neared the male, Mingyu suddenly dropped his stance, dissipating the ball of electricity as his other free arm swung out to catch his enemy's abdomen. The surprise attack knocked the male flat on his back. Wasting no time, Mingyu attacked, bruised knuckles contacting the sharp jawline, another punch landed squarely on the other's cheekbone but before Mingyu could continue his flurry of attacks, he felt an invisible force kicking him backwards on his chest. Barely finding his footing on the floor, Mingyu saw a tall figure walk back towards his enemy. Takuya extended his hand to his blond-haired counterpart who was sprawled on the floor, who got up sporting a split lip and bruised cheeks which blemished his fair skin.
"Thanks, hyung."
"Can't have my cute junior dying on me, can't I?" With a wink the male was gone, leaving Mingyu to face the energy blast dude once again.
"Quite a tough one aren't you?" The smirk was still there as he swaggered towards Mingyu, spitting a loose tooth and some blood to the ground.
"Glad to be of service," Mingyu taunted the male with a fake bow. His reply was enough to challenge the other who snorted before both sides clashed, his bright white electricity against the blinding yellow energy orbs. Looking past the male, he spied Hansol and Seungkwan dancing around the other opponents, bruised but holding up far better than he was. Thinking of how to defeat his enemy, Mingyu thought that he needed to cut off the source as to where the male was drawing energy from.
As he dodged from the moving yellow orbs, Mingy spotted his enemy’s power supply. Similar to how Mingyu extracted electricity from the building, his opponent absorbed energy from the endless supply of electricity flowing through the building. Eyes scanning his surroundings rapidly, Mingyu spotted what look like a metal box mounted on the wall with the sign 'high voltage', which was located by the door on the other end of the room. Feeling the heat of the blast skim by, hot against his face, his gaze snapped back to the blond male, "Keep your eyes on me or I'll be jealous."
Ducking down, Mingyu darted off, ignoring the taunts following him from behind as his enemy followed closely. Upon reaching the other side of the room, Mingyu drew his fist back, allowing the electricity to surround his fist before releasing it hard against the metal box. The heat of his electricity melted through the thin metal box, travelling easily past the thin protective layer of metal, reaching the wires that were kept inside. Turning around to check on the approaching male, Mingyu saw his opponent’s look of horror as he realised what the blue-haired male was trying to do. Desperate to keep the male away, Mingyu thrusted a hand out, feeling the magnetic fields shifting under his command, pushing the male away like an invisible attack. Using the time he had gained for himself, Mingyu dug his fingers into the mechanics, pulling out the wires from the box before sending the remaining amount of electricity he had gathered into the copper lengths, blowing the entire system, causing the entire room to sink into complete darkness as the neon glow provided by the machines was cut off.
Backing off, Mingyu could feel his hand still buzzing from his reckless action. Glancing around and all he saw was the glow of blue from Hansol's flame dancing around, a sign that his short manipulation of the magnetic field did not knock anyone out.
"Fucking killjoy," Mingyu heard the male growled as he got back on his twos, still shaken from the impact of being rudely greeted with a magnetic field that pushed him backwards. The shorter male charged forward, impact knocking Mingyu flat on his back. Without wasting anytime, the blond male wrapped his fingers around Mingyu's neck in a choke hold. Hands flying instinctively to grab the fingers around his neck, in a weak attempt to claw them away while fighting for another breath of air for his oxygen deprived lungs.
Hazy eyes spotting a shimmer of metal in the dark, Mingyu found himself grimacing as he registered the switch blade in the other's hand. Seeing the blade swing downwards, Mingyu fought against the sudden heaviness hanging from his body, barely avoiding the polished metal as the metal met with the cement flooring. As quick as the first blow had been dealt, the blade was raised once more, aiming for Mingyu once again. Being a fraction too late, Mingyu felt the tip of the blade carve into his cheek, pain blossoming but stopped abruptly as though someone had snatched the metal away and the weight on his disappeared almost simultaneously.
Eyes pried open, Mingyu’s gaze landed on the male who now levitated above him, the blade tugged away from the male’s grip and floating along side with the male. Scrambling up, Mingyu’s gaze landed on the dark figures standing by the door.
“Didn’t your mama tell you it’s dangerous to play with knives?” A familiar voice rang through the room as four familiar figures came into sight. Seungcheol had his hold on the energy blast dude, before promptly sending him back speeding towards the metal walls, rendering him unconscious. The knife was tossed to the slim Chinese male beside him, who turned the iron blade into dust upon contact.
“Hyung!” The relieved call from Seungkwan rang out before it was closely followed by a grunt as the man with bone claws threw in a sharp swipe at Seungkwan’s distraction. But the claws never quite reached the redhead who barely danced out of the way, but instead the sharp claws began to bend inwards as though something was forcefully tying them together before snapping off all together due to extreme pressure. The claws growing from the male’s knuckles now stood as short blunt stubs, the destruction of his weapon done by the courtesy of the black shadow whip of Jeon Wonwoo.
“Junhui, Jihoon,” Seungcheol called to the two males beside him. They nodded at the untold message passed between the three. Signalling for all the boys to cover their ears, Mingyu placed his hands over his ears, muffling out all sounds around him and he watched Jihoon who open his mouth in a silent scream causing the three enemies within the room to drop to the floor like a bag of potatoes. Still unsure of what had exactly happened, Mingyu looked at the unconscious opponents that littered the floor, dead asleep in an instant despite their efforts to defeat them.
Feeling his ears clear, Mingyu shook his head to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.
“Is everyone alright?”
The 98 duo ambled over, nodding slightly. Through the semi-darkness, Mingyu spied that Hansol got himself a badly split lip, with some darkened patches of blue and black scattered on his arms and probably more hidden beneath his clothes. Whereas Seungkwan had scratches all over his body, his clothes tattered from the bone claws of the other user. But, they were otherwise all good.
“Alright, it seems like two of the first batch of testees have been taken,” Jihoon surveyed the three remaining sleeping bodies lying near the door of the room.
“It’s fine, they have done a pretty good job at putting up a good fight against those Necron boys,” There was a crack of a smile on the face of the oldest before he signalled, “Let’s get the testees and head back.”
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“Hyung, please be gentle,” Mingyu started cautiously as the orange head moved over to treat his wounds.
“I’m always gentle what do you mean? I am the one and only gentle Josh, just like a docile deer,” Jisoo chuckled as he placed a palm over the gash on the male’s cheek. Feeling a hot burn searing into his flesh, Mingyu instinctively moved backwards in futile, as someone held his head steady throughout the process. Glaring at Wonwoo, the older male just gave a ‘it’s for your sake’ shrug. Mingyu sighed as the palm left his cheek, the wound miraculously gone. No blood, no scar, nothing.
“Thank you, Hyung!” Mingyu continued enthusiastically as he jumped to his feet quickly, patting the older male on his back in gratitude before heading towards the door of the infirmary in the academy. However, Mingyu was stopped by a black haired male dressed in a pristine white coat. The male’s large eyes scanned the blue-haired male thoroughly before calling out to Jisoo. “Jisoo ah, this boy here has a large bruise on his lower back, please take care of it. And his hamstrings too, they are strained.”
Swallowing back a groan, Mingyu was made to sit back down by his roommate as his shirt was lifted to reveal the sore bruise which he had gotten from being hit by an energy orb back at the abandoned building.
As Jisoo raised his hand to heal Mingyu again, the younger could only sigh.
Here it goes, the pain, again.