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He looked down at the rubble in front of him. What had once been a city block was now leveled. The sign for the budongsan that was once at the entrance to the street, was now smashed to pieces.
How did he get here again?
He turned around. A small human form was strung out lifeless among the rubble.
Oh yeah. He did that. After almost 10 years of being an active agent, he had finally killed someone. The pain and sorrow that he expected to fill him was lost. All that remained was an empty sort of nothingness. Mark would be so disappointed.
Mark.
Where was he? Was he safe? Where was anyone? They were supposed to be his backup, right? His team? Oh, but it’s not their fault. This was a war they were fighting. It was only natural that they’d get caught up in something else. Some other battle.
His hands hurt. He’d never used his powers to that degree before. Not since that day. At least this time he was using them for good. Maybe.
There’s a shift in the rubble. He feared the worst. Maybe he didn’t actually finish the job. He looked towards the noise. A man stands there. Donghyuck remembers him. They worked in The Underground together. He was one of the mean ones. Always had a nasty glint in his eye. But he was also a coward, like most of them. Would never say what he was thinking. It made Donghyuck unsettled. But right now he waited with baited breath.
Monster
Well, yeah. You could consider what Donghyuck just fought a monster but right now they looked so peaceful lying among the rubble. But when he looked back at the man his eyes were trained on Donghyuck. Not the person on the ground.
Oh. He’s the monster.
It was like everything that had happened in the past year finally clicked with Donghyuck. All the mean looks and the whispers under breaths. Chenle warned him that joining Dream would bring with it a sort of nastiness that being in Neo never did. But he thought it was born of jealousy. It’s not everyday that you meet a superhuman with otherworldly powers. But Donghyuck was wrong. It wasn’t jealousy that powered everything. It was fear.
This man was afraid of Donghyuck. He hadn’t looked at him and saw a special human. He saw a twisted, corrupted, creature. A non-human entity always on the verge of going berserk. It twisted something in Donghyuck. He’d always tried so hard to be the good one. The happy one. A full sun in the dark world. That’s why he named himself Haechan when he joined Neo. But where did that get him? It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he would only be seen as a freak of nature. Something broke then.
With intent in his steps, Donghyuck made his way over to the man. He watched the man’s eyes grow wider with every step. And Donghyuck began to smile. If he was to be the sum of his parts, then so be it.
Mark would be so sad. Donghyuck’s smile dropped minutely. The man let out a breath, relieved. But it never fully left his lungs before his chest was lit up. A hard light dagger stuck between his ribs. When Donghyuck pulls it out, the man collapses. Donghyuck’s second kill looked eerily like his first, alone in the rubble. Oh well, Donghyuck had always hated him anyway.
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As soon as Mark had finally subdued his last kaiju, its body sinking into its human form, he immediately teleported out. Something was wrong with Donghyuck, he hadn’t updated his location in hours. Mark feared the worst but he held out hope. Maybe his communicator got knocked around and wasn’t working. He ignored the nagging feeling in the back of his head that told him that Donghyuck would have found another way to contact him if that was the case.
When he appeared he almost twisted his ankle in the rubble. Shit. It must not have been a pretty fight. But as he surveyed the area he found no other bodies except for one outside of a half destroyed building. Strange? If Donghyuck had subdued a kaiju why was it just laying there? Mark tripped his way through the rubble to the body.
Oh. Shit.
That wasn’t a kaiju. Mark didn’t know the man but he was wearing a standard issued SM jumpsuit. On his chest was the SM logo and small text denoting that this man worked in The Underground cleanup team. He was Donghyuck’s teammate. It was a shame that he got caught in the crossfire. Donghyuck was probably taking it poorly. That was probably why he went MIA. That didn’t explain the missing kaiju but he’d just have to ask him at the debrief. He should be back from wherever he had run off to by then.
Mark shuffled closer to the man. He would have to take his body back to headquarters, so they could contact his family and everything. He kneeled down to pick up the man’s lifeless body when he saw it. The perfect clean entry wound right over his heart. The skin around it was blistered, like a really bad sunburn.
Son of bitch.
Blood rushed in Mark’s ears. He never got close enough to their enemies to see what their wounds looked like but he could imagine that there was little else that would leave a mark like that and Baekhyun was not on Earth right now. Donghyuck killed this man.
He felt a wetness on his cheeks. He didn’t know when he started crying but tears poured out of him. It had been so long since he had last truly cried. He kneeled there in the rubble for minutes, hours, until Jeno arrived. When he took in the scene, he had come to the same conclusion as Mark. A hardness had settled in his eyes when their gazes locked. Mark just kept crying. But they both thought the same thing.
Donghyuck, what have you done?