∞ second chances
indifferent to their lives, playthings are they now to the standing professor leisurely leaving with a lightness to his step. callous is his care, removed of all emotions to the plight of his students who hastily ready and arm themselves to the promise of certain death awaiting them in the depths below.
bubbling, certainly, is their anger, a brief shout and a raucous noise of chairs and desks scraping at the floor the only evidence. xiumin, however, lacks an angered bone to join in their frustrations.
water lurking outside the room and in the halls, slowly does the tide turn to flood the floor, slickening it with a cool sea scent. it laps at their feet, a beckoning caress, a siren’s song drawing them to leave. person after person, one by one, at times two, do they all begin until seated by himself does he remain. calm of breath, his heart, however, paces, his grin light and duly present.
objects to be thrown to the gaping maw of death, pawns to a side in an unknown game, their lives forfeit to a higher power, bright is his smile as he begins his own trek towards the door and into the halls.
presumptuously hopeful always is he, however small he knows his chances to be. in sloshing water, his treading feet walks with no destination as the stench of blood begins to fill.
his second chance for death is here.
