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The siren drones wailed in the night, their bright flashlights searching for the unidentified hacker in the bare-mornings of Venian. The skyscraper soared above his head as they flew past him, their lights searching in the half-dark streets. His oversized hoodie obscured his visions for a bit, making him lose balance and crashing into the garbage bins. The loud sound made the drones screech into a stop, swinging around and shining their light onto the culprit.
"Woah hey!" a smirk went up on his face, "Take it easy, will ya? I was just looking for a place to stay."
"State your name and address, please," the robotic voice said, imitating a female, a holographic screen in front of the hacker's eyes.
"Veredes Cosmolo," he replied, the smirk still on his lips, "Kicyurass Dr."
"Voice recognition failed. Address not found. Citizenship not found. Please follow us to the nearest station or there will be repercussion-"
With a click of a button in his hand, the lead siren drone in charged turned its lights off, the voice buffering as it swung around, slamming the two other drones down to the ground. They fizzled in the darkness, sputtering and crackling with electricity until their very last moment. The hacker smiled, revealing pearly white teeth that lined up almost perfectly, oversized gums and the cute sight of mouth that made him look not quite the adult he was.
Another swish of the button and the drone flew away, its feminine voice announcing a slight 'malfunction' that caused its delay. The hacker ran into the dark streets, hoping for a safer cover, but ran straight into the outstretched palm of police. His head slammed right into his palm, the gravity tilting downwards as he landed on his butt.
"Name and identification," the police drawled, his voice dry with sarcasm, "Veredes Cosmolo."
"Oh! Hey officer!" he replied, reaching for the hat that lay a few feet in front of him. The officer snatched it away, looking at it with suspicion, turning it around with his fingertips.
"Hidden camera in the logo eh?" he muttered, plucking the camera away with his fingertips, "I'll be taking that."
"I've been caught," the hacker raised his hand up, chuckling, "I'll walk myself out to the station sir, it's just a block away. Though, judging by your attire, you aren't just the pol-"
With lightning-fast reflexes, the police grab onto the hacker's outstretched hands, putting them it tasering handcuffs. They zapped his arm every time a little struggle comes out of him, painful and excruciating, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Cut it out, Suga." the officer yawned, "We ain't got all day, and I've got somewhere to be. So let's get this over quickly huh?"
"The fu-" a spray settled on his face, and he immediately fell down, right into the officer's arms.
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"Get up you filthy street monger." a shove woke him up, the bright light of the hovercar penetrating his eyelids. With a groan, he got up, his dark hair falling in curls around his face. His eyes were unfocused, staring into nothingness with a dead set of us. It was as if nothing mattered anymore, and in a way, it was true. He belonged with his family, he belonged with his people who treated him like a family. Hackers and fighters that did not fit the society of the present.
"I said get up! Don't have to drag ya out do I you-"
"That's enough, Steve." a soft dark voice appeared somewhere outside the perimeter of the hover car. He craned his neck to see, only to get zapped by his handcuffs. By now he was pretty sure his wrists were burnt from the continuous zapping. Either burnt or numb. The person had a dark look in his eyes, a gold crest embedded in his hat. He had grey-ish, white-ish hair, and completely out-of-the-world outfit. A command ring sat hovering around him as he lazily pressed a few buttons.
"Let's get this handcuff off. I'm sure he learned his lesson." something about his tone suggested nothing good, but Yoongi wasn't going to push it. With a hard shove, the unnamed officer led him outside of the hovercar, the bright light of the sunshine dazzling his eyes.
The hovercar was parked literally beside a tree, and that was about the only thing that was close to a building around here. It was in the middle of nowhere, and he can only see grass and small rolling hills. Nothing else occupied this empty land. Yet, the officer knew where he was going, dragging him right in the middle of the field. A shimmer caught his eye and it all dawned on him.
It was a hidden interrogation room, made to adapt and camouflage into its surroundings. It was also enforced with one-sided transparent and holographic plates, which shimmered now and then against the bright sun. He stepped in, feeling surprised, confined, and scared that the government had technology he wasn't aware of. And he was aware of a lot of things going on with tech. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone, but he felt absolutely helpless going against the new police officers. They had badges on their chest, medallions and a weird sense of authority. They seem to know exactly what he was doing and who he is, and that terrified him.
Three guards were in the room, stationed to prepare for any escape options. A white table and two white chairs were placed in the middle, calm and serene as if it was a picnic.
"Take a seat, if you will." the officer extended a hand and a friendly smile, "Officer Jim, at your service."
He didn't take it, choosing to instead crossing his arms and silently nursing his sore wrists. In an off-hand manner, he shrugged, stepping into a chair that was placed just for him, "Suga."
"Min Yoongi. Sweet UnderGround Ace." the officer took a seat too and smiled, copying his movements, "We've finally got you, and you've got nowhere to run."
"What do you want?" Yoongi asked, leaning his hands against the white marble interrogation desk with a glower, "I mean, you obviously could've just shot me. I've violated about probably 13 laws already. You obviously want me for something, though I'm more good to you dead than alive."
The chair creaked as Jim leaned forward, smiling. He stretched, the bones cracking and popping. Then, he walked around the table, placing a firm hand on Yoongi's shoulder, which he shrugged off.
"I'm inviting you to join our assassination squad. I'm sure you have lots of experiences with information and hacking, it could prove useful for our government. Besides, you would live in the relatively safe dark side of the world, protected by officials. Our officials." he seemed pleased that he made such a good deal.
"Assassin? Do you think I'm good enough to be in an assassin squad? You actually think those fucking officials -officials like you- would protect people they can easily replace? You think-" he bit back a cold chuckle, "that I'll fucking agree to this shit?" he bit his lips and glared at the man in charge.
"I know you won't. That's why I'm going to convince you to." he leaned towards Yoongi, their head almost touching, "You think I don't know where your family is?"
"My family is dead," he spat out, although a knot of anxiety had begun to unravel in his stomach, "stop spitting nonsense."
"I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Not your blood family. Your... underground family. Bring them in." with a wave of his hand, a back entrance to the room opened, revealing six guards, accompanied by six people, looking at Yoongi with large, scared eyes.
"No..." Yoongi slumped down, reaching out towards his family, running. Two guards appeared out of nowhere, clamping their metal-like hands onto his arms. His mouth opened into an 'o' of agony, his body collapsing on itself.
"Shoot."
Bang.
He watched with shocked eyes as the blast rang, echoing through the room. Blood pooled from the oldest's mouth. A bullet sized hole penetrating his chest. His eyes rolled back, glossy, white, and gone. A thump was heard as his body was brought forward with a kick of the guard responsible for him. A scuffle of shoes, the wrinkle of clothes as the bright red ruined the perfect white scenery.
I'll always take care of you, so don't worry. I'll make sure there's food on the table for everyone, and that no one gets hurt.
"I'll say it again. Do you want to join?" regret and heat clawed up his throat, into his mouth. He wanted to vomit all the bad feelings, right here, right now, but it wouldn't do any good. He's dead.
"Yes sir." he breathed out, coughing on dry sobs.
"You didn't say Jim."
Bang.
A flop of blond hair. Big doe eyes going slack. Body slumping forward. The positive, hopeful glint even until the very end was gone. A deep hole of regret begins to open in his stomach, wide and unreachable.
Hey hyung! Let's do something together!
"Answer me."
"Yes sir Jim," he gasped out, wrenching uselessly against the two heartless men' grip, "Please-"
"Rule number one. Speak only when spoken to."
Bang.
An echo of a dying scream. Tears escaping his eyes. The leader, the responsible, strong-willed leader. Gone by a single metal travelling fast enough to break his hard armour of intelligence.
Be careful, Yoongi hyung.
"Please! Stop!" He cried out, pain flashing across his face, dry sobs choking the air. He felt like he was being torn inside and outside into a million pieces, "You piece of shit!"
Bang.
This one was shot by the officer himself. It was clean, right through the heart of his best friend. Yoongi's agony screams ricocheting off the walls. He watched as his best friend's hand went slack, as all the blood was drained out of his face and into the clean, white, marble tiles. No. Not clean. It was now laid with several pools of blood. All of his brothers' blood. Gathered like a massacre for him to witness.
Hyung~ I just want to tell you... Happy birthday! It's your birthday today, so I got you something special!
"Rule number two. Never disobey your elders and be respectful with honorifics."
Bang.
Really? From the same town? That's so cool!
"Rule number three. Never show your emotions. That shows weakness." the officer threw the gun away with the flick of his hand, and the guards let him go He stumbled forward, vomiting onto the dirty red ground. Dry heaves choked out of him, his eyes closed and his mouth opened in a silent scream.
Without thinking, he threw himself onto the youngest, still alive. A bang sounded, and a searing pain entered his abdomen. The youngest stared, shocked, tears running down his face.
"Rule number four, always protect your teammates. I'm going to let you go now, and say goodbye to him. Pack up your things and treat your wound, have the last meal before you depart."
With a harsh shove, the two walked out. One leaning on the other for support. The wound felt numb. He had survived, yet they had not. It felt traitorous. Now he had to protect the only family he got left.
"Listen, D-"
Bang.
Without warning, a bullet went zipping past him, straight into the other. He watched with horrified eyes as the bullet -as if in slow motion- raced towards the maknae. It pierced through his flesh, the disgusting sound ringing loudly in his ears.
"Rule number five," the officer smiled darkly, "Trust no one."
Hyung! Let's get BBQ! and the world faded into black.