–––––– Han ; ( @thencxtgvns ): THE V O I D
“They’ll be unhappy with us if we don’t make it home before dinner. We may need to stop at the mart for a special order of kombucha to compensate…” speaking of the children and planning the more parental missions was helping ease his worries. perhaps, pretending that everything was fine could make things fine. his eyes, were they not busy, might have lingered a bit longer as they found a spare bit of seconds to glance over to her. he might have caught himself staring had it not been for the imminent threat. a flash of a thought would cause a glimmer of a smile upon his face. her calm, collected, and level-headed spirit, would always balance him out. he would chuckle as he took the sliding weapon, thinking to himself, how lucky he was to have her in his life. she was a gift granted to him by a nicer God than he deserved.
he’d fire a couple of rounds at the approaching enemies. one to an opponent’s shoulder, a second to another’s thigh, a third would land upon the chest of the enemy before him and a fourth was shot right into the palm of a final agent. “How many more of these assholes are there?” the trigger was pressed once more– but the clip was now empty. “Fuck.” he was out of rounds and there was no time to reload. one of the wounded agents came charging. han dodged out of the way, but not before using the gun in a quick melee.
he hadn’t realized how much further away he was from Min, but he’d have done anything at that point to save her from a couple of more bruised ribs.
around his bicep, he could feel the agent’s fist clench, and grip tightly to pull him down to his knees. the ichor from a gash in the agent’s hand would seep into the fabric of knit turtleneck. the other agents were swarming in, as a piece of cold metal was pressed against his temple. he suspected a negotiation or perhaps even a surrender was in order. he could all but watch through his bloodied vision as enemies headed for his wife. he must have looked like a desperate fool. cuts and scrapes were upon his face, as sweat beads fell from his brow. he’d call over to Min once more, and explain “Sweetie…” he was once more punched in the face. a speckle of blood would fall from his lips as he would, nevertheless, continue speaking from his heart, “I got distracted again, but it’s only because I realized what I love most about you.”
he had a tiny trick up his sleeve, however,– one that could distract the agent for just a moment if his fingertips could start the decomposition process of flayed skin upon the hand around his bicep– yet focusing on anything but the safety of her would spur more comments, “You probably already know, but you’re so much stronger than I am– That’s what I love most about you.” he was being told to be quite by an impatient agent, “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. So let’s start thinking about a Plan C, okay?” another blow to his face, and Han Jae could feel the premature swelling at his eye, “Min…?”
Min didn’t much care for mindless chatter, but she knew that it settled her husband and helped him keep focus and thus obliged him like any good partner would. “Perhaps a pizza party also, nothing cheers them up quite like a deep dish.” she suggested, swinging the bat in an uppercut that knocked a guard backwards down the stairs she had climbed and was precariously fighting atop of. In her peripheral she saw Han, too far away, this was bad, she needed to try to close the space between them so they could double back. She heard the gun shots, but was too busy with her own situation to see whether they were friendly fire or whether her husband had been taken out by the cold barrage of a lead bullet.
Hans voice piped up once more, and a small sigh of relief as she was assured that he hadn’t met his untimely end just yet, she cracked the slugger into a mans knees, the satisfying crack and his scream of agony telling her she’d definitely broken something. “Dear, you should really focus on the matter at hand” she scolded lightly, lip curling into a smirk as she pulled her knee into the fallen agents face to render him unconscious “but, I’m listening, you know how I love when you praise me.”
She finally took out the last of her opponents and grunted, leaning against the wall for a moment as she caught her breath, her ribs throbbing in dull agony as they weren’t allowed any respite, she glanced down at Han who had found himself at the mercy of an agent who had him in a precarious situation. She knew her husband, he was resourceful, but this was a situation that was far less than ideal, “you’re plenty strong too dear” she smiled assuringly, her eyes roving around the room, thinking, planning, her teeth worried her lip gently.
This moments distraction wasn’t missed by the semi-conscious agent who took advantage of her lapse in attention to swing a hunting knife deep into her thigh. A guttural shriek escaped her throat and she lifted the bat into the air, both hands wrapped around the hilt as she smashed it down with all her might into the mans face, enough to either kill him of knock him out for good this time. Her leg gave ay and she dropped to the floor, quickly undoing her belt and wrapping it above the wound to create a tourniquet. “Plan C?” she whispered quietly, looking up at Han eyes wide as she saw more agents pouring into the room.
There was no plan C, not one that they’d discussed anyway, she always had one in the back of her mind, of course, but it was a move that she had only contemplated, she didn’t know if it would work. She didn’t know if she would survive, she didn’t know how the repercussions would affect this world. Plan C involved her using her power in a way she’d never done before, in ways she’d only imagined. She saw them begin to surround Han, guns poised, and her mind settled, she had to do it, it was the only way that at least one of them would make it out of this alive. Min pulled the belt as tight as it would allow, wincing at the pain and biting her lip as tears pricked her eyes. before taking a deep breath, cloaking herself and leaping down the stairs.
There were bodies to cushion her landing, the other agents yelled, searching for her, but she’d removed her presence from their minds, a nifty trick she’d learned a long time ago, but she couldn’t keep it up for very long. Bat discarded, she sprinted towards Han and his captor, punching the offending man with all her might and grabbing her husband from his grasp. She used what was left of her strength to launch HanJae across the room, her aim was surprisingly perfect as he sailed through an open doorway, landing some 20 feet away. Good, the farther he was the better.
She locked eyes with him, HanJae Song, the only man she had every truly loved, father of her children, her partner in crime, her soulmate, had she ever believed in such things, and wondered if she would ever see him again.
It was strange, how the end seemed to make time slow to almost a stop, she was able to take in every aspect of his appearance, how handsome he was even with those bruises like fresh roses blooming in spring, the juxtaposition of his pale skin and the dark blood that marred it in patches, she swore she could tell which was his and which wasn’t, the mingling look of surprise and fear on his face, just like that time they’d first kissed in the gym. Oh how long ago that moment seemed now, yet she could recall it as though it happened just yesterday. Her heart swole, oh how hard she’d fallen for him.
And that’s why this had to be done, anything to protect him, to ensure he could return to their children, tell them too how she loved them, Beta, Nemo, she thought of them, she’d have to miss her sons science project, her daughters upcoming lacrosse game, it all had seemed so arbitrary before, but now it fell heavy on her heart, but this had to be done. Oh how she loved them.
She thought of her friends, the people she hadn’t meant to become close to, but as she’d opened her heart to Han, thus she’d accepted them into her life also. She thought of Mimi, Simon, their son Renjae, she’d never be abele to execute that prison break they’d been planning, Rowan and the triplets, Gil, how much she’d detested him before, but now his face shined bright in her mind like the sun, with his pookies, and their children. She thought of Sunny, Dottie, Wade, everyones faces popped into her mind one by one. Oh how she wished she’d spent more time with them.
A deep breath and time began moving again, she swung her arm round into the throat of a an gent who tried to chase after Han, one final glance at her husband, for this was goodbye, after all. Oh how she adored him.
“I love you.” she called before spinning delicately on her good leg and leaping into the throng of agents who clamoured around her in confusion, clenching her eyes shut as she used her ability to erase all of them, herself and a good chunk of the building they were in, from reality.
