Hi, I'm Siwoo and I'm always hot. My parents were killed by some ugly ass monster so the only family that I have left is my little sister. Mess with her and I can't promise that you'll be able to wake up the next day. How did I discover my power? Who knows? I think I was playing with a lighter one day in my room and figured it out that way. As for how I came to this place, well after my parents were brutally killed, someone from Umbrella found me and my little sister. She decided to make it known that I could do certain things with flames so they brought us in and 'poof' threw us into this damn battle with monsters. It's not like I asked for this but they do provide food and beds so whatever. As long as my sister is safe and happy that's all that matters.
A part of him knew this wasn’t real, because it was too perfectly horrific.
The heavy rain had muddied the river, but instead of brown it was running red. As blood drained from their bodies, their souls drifted. His entire team was dead around him, crumpled and in pieces.
This is a reflection of my fear.
It was important for Umbrella soldiers to not feel, to not attach themselves unnecessarily. Mark was good at this - distancing - but he was still human enough to feel some sort of responsibility towards his squad. Especially for those that genuinely believed in him.
Her dark hair floating atop the water surface. The blood stain on her uniform jacket spreading and darkening. Dead eyes. Cold eyes. Like mirrors they only reflected.
There was a cough in the distance.
It would appear that someone was still alive.
Mark turned, slowly, his entire body felt so heavy. His eyelids drooped as he pushed himself forward, making out one step at a time.
It was Siwoo. Of course it was. He should have known out of everyone, this one would have clung the hardest to life. He had someone that he loved, after all, someone he was fighting to spend another day with. That precious little sister Miyoung. When it came to family, Mark thought they understood each other.
“Come here,” he wanted to say, but something was lodged in his throat, blocking his words. “Siwoo.” Let me look at your injuries, everything will be fine.
The other noticed him, finally, but instead of looking glad, his dorm buddy looked...fearful, and disgusted. It was difficult to decipher which emotion was more dominant. What? Mark would have asked. Do I look that bad? Can’t be much worse than you.
And that was the truth. Siwoo was half a corpse already. He was so injured that Mark wasn’t sure if he was going to make it, even if the medic was to arrive at this very moment. That leg they could regrow in time, but it looked like the monster ran its teeth through Siwoo’s entire side. Mark thought he saw bones, exposed carelessly to the air without the protection of flesh. It must hurt like hell.
One more step forward.
Why was it so difficult for him to move? It wasn’t like he felt tired - in fact, Mark had never felt so much energy in his life. Guess adrenaline must really be pumping through his veins.
Siwoo wasn’t moving, not until Mark reached out and tugged at his shoulder.
Such stillness.
Instead of a greeting, he got a scream. Piercing, agonized and nothing like he ever heard before from this stubborn kid.
Mark stumbled back, suddenly nervous. The sound of flesh ripping, bone cracking and blood dripping into the river finally made him realize something. He dipped his chin, looking down at his own hands.
Red blood. Black blood. All mixing together and running down his long, razor sharp claws.
No...no, no, no, it can’t be.
Siwoo slumped back the moment he stepped away, as if he had no energy holding him up. His eyelids fluttered and his chest still rose and fell with life, but laboriously.
“No, no, you have to get up.” Mark stepped forward and grabbed onto Siwoo neck, willing the tip of his claws to not sink into the other’s throat like they so desperately wanted to. “You have to kill me.” He tried to pat Siwoo’s face to get him to wake up the way he used to whenever the other was going to be late for training, but wherever he touched gashes appeared and more blood flowed.
This isn’t real. He wanted to scream, feeling the grip of hysteria tightening in his chest. I need to wake up, right now!
And he did.
Heart thumping, hands shaking, and covered in a layer of his own sweat.
You are awake.
But the scream that was previously lodged in his throat was still there, and now finally has the opportunity to rip itself free.
Come on, we have to breathe.
Blood lust. Murderous intent. Cut, rip, slaughter, repeat. That sick, twisted excitement. He felt that desire. He was still feeling it.
He wanted to scream some more and to stop himself from doing that he laughed instead. It was his unhealthy coping mechanism, and one that pushed him closer towards insanity every day. Or perhaps he was there already.
Just breathe.
“Glass of water, please.” He heard commotion on the other side of the room and knew he had woken up the other party. Normally he would have just put himself back to bed, but tonight, he rather felt like seeing Lee Siwoo’s unshredded face. “Sorry. What time is it?”
