No one moves.
felix’s face is etched in permanent horror as he crumbles to the ground.
I’m so struck by the impossibility of it all that I can’t decide whether or not I’m
dreaming, I can’t determine whether or not I’m dying, I can’t figure out whether
or not fainting is a good idea.
felix’s limbs are bent at odd angles on the cold, concrete floor. Blood is
pooling around him and still no one moves. No one says a single word. No one
betrays a single look of fear.
I keep touching my lips to see if my screams have escaped.
jeon tucks his gun back into his jacket pocket. “Sector 45, you are
dismissed.”
Every soldier falls on one knee.
jeon slips the metal amplification device back into his suit and has to
yank me free from the spot where I’m glued to the ground. I’m tripping over
myself, my limbs weak and aching through the bone. I feel nauseous, delirious,
incapable of holding myself upright. I keep trying to speak but the words are
sticking to my tongue. I’m suddenly sweating and suddenly freezing and
suddenly so sick I see spots clouding my vision.
jeon is trying to get me through the door. “You really must eat more,” he
says to me.
I am gaping with my eyes, gaping with my mouth, gaping wide open because
I feel holes everywhere, punched into the terrain of my body.
My heart must be bleeding out of my chest.
I look down and can’t understand why there’s no blood on my dress, why
this pain in my heart feels so real.
“You killed him,” I manage to whisper. “You just killed him—”
“You’re very astute.”
“Why did you kill him why would you kill him how could you do something
like that—”
“Keep your eyes open, taehyung . Now’s not the time to fall asleep.”
I grab his shirt. I stop him before he gets inside. A gust of wind slaps me across the face and I’m suddenly in control of my senses. I push him hard,
slamming his back up against the door. “You disgust me.” I stare hard into his
crystal-cold eyes. “You disgust me—”
He twists me around, pinning me against the door where I just held him. He
cups my face in his gloved hands, holding my eyes in place. The same hands he
just used to kill a man.
I’m trapped.
Transfixed.
Slightly terrified.
His thumb brushes my cheek.
“Life is a bleak place,” he whispers. “Sometimes you have to learn how to
shoot first.”
jeon follows me into my room.
“You should probably sleep,” he says to me. It’s the first time he’s spoken
since we left the rooftop. “I’ll have food sent up to your room, but other than that
I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.”
“Where is jimin? Is he safe? Is he healthy? Are you going to hurt him?”
jeon flinches before finding his composure. “Why do you care?”
I’ve cared about jimin park since I was in third grade. “Isn’t he supposed to
be watching me? Because he’s not here. Does that mean you’re going to kill
him, too?” I’m feeling stupid. I’m feeling brave because I’m feeling stupid. My
words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.
“I only kill people if I need to.”
“Generous.”
“More than most.”
I laugh a sad laugh, sharing it with only myself.
“You can have the rest of the day to yourself. Our real work will begin
tomorrow. jimin will bring you to me.” He holds my eyes. Suppresses a smile.
“In the meantime, try not to kill anyone.”
“You and I,” I tell him, anger coursing through my veins, “you and I are not
the same—”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“You think you can compare my—my disease—with your insanity—”
“Disease?” He rushes forward, abruptly impassioned, and I struggle to hold
my ground. “You think you have a disease?” he shouts. “You have a gift! You
have an extraordinary ability that you don’t care to understand! Your potential
"I have no potential!”
“You’re wrong.” He’s glaring at me. There’s no other way to describe it. I
could almost say he hates me in this moment. Hates me for hating myself.
“Well you’re the murderer,” I tell him. “So you must be right.”
His smile is laced with dynamite. “Go to sleep.”
“Go to hell.”
He works his jaw. Walks to the door. “I’m working on it.”
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