Ten dropped the gun, the sound it made as it clattered onto the floor echoing through the deadly silent chamber. 

Haechan staggered backwards, the gaping wound in his chest spewing cherry pie colored blood all over himself and even on Yuta beside him. 

"Ten...." he stuttered as his legs weakened. "I'm-I'm-" 

Ten let out a loud sob, collapsing into a heap of cries as Haechan's seconds dwindled. "I'm made a huge mistake! I'm sorry! I take it back! I apologize!" 

Haechan mustered a weak laugh, coughing up more blood as he did so. "You-you can't take it back....you shot me....it's hard to apo......" 

And then the boy slumped against the wall, blood smearing down the cement as he fell down, lifeless. Ten's hands, shaking uncontrollably reached his eyes, covering them. Yuta stood quietly in the corner as the scene played out.

"Yuta, Yuta I-I killed Haechan."

"You did." Yuta simply stated, examining the blood that had splashed onto his hoodie. "Stained my fucking jacket." 

Ten peeked through his fingers cautiously. "What?" 

Yuta rolled his eyes. "I said, you stained my fucking hoodie." 

Ten licked his bottom lip, eyes scrutinizing the elder Japanese boy in front of him. "You're not even sorry." He realized, pointing out the now obvious fact.

"Why would I be?" Yuta grinned wickedly. "You would have all killed each other at some point anyways." 

Ten stumbled back a couple paces, astounded by the words coming out of Yuta's mouth. "No." He reasoned. "No, you-you wouldn't have let Jaemin stab Jaehyun. You couldn't have let Winwin die. You're joking, you have to be."

Yuta snickered, his once lovely and comforting laugh now sending an eerie chill down Ten's spine. "Oh Ten, that's funny. You're right, I didn't want Winwin to die. I planned to save us both but never reveal my secrets to him of course. Jaehyun was an act. He was my best friend but in the end, did any of you really know me?"

"Why would you do this? How?" 

"You see, it's nothing personal-"

"How could it not be personal? You killed us all!"

"Ah ah ah! I didn't kill you at my hand but my command." 

"I don't give a damn." Ten growled. "Answer my question." 

"Oh feisty, I like it." Yuta smiled. "But I'd watch yourself. There's still millions watching and I could have you stabbed or dismembered or melted at anytime I want." 

Ten rolled his eyes as a tactic to show Yuta he wasn't interested and to stop his tears from coming. 

"Well," the elder whistled lowly. "I never meant to do this really. One day I woke up and felt very strange. I started writing and before I knew it almost a day had passed. I snapped out of my daze and decided to read the pages upon pages I had scribbled down. And I did."

Ten blinked, unease stirring in his stomach. 

"And what did I find you wonder? I found plans. I had strategically mapped out all 22 other members deaths in a mere 10 hours. At first I was horrified, reading how I intended to cut off Doyoung's limbs one by one while he screamed in agony. I could imagine the blood on my hands, spilling out of his stab wounds." Ten grimaced, feeling hundreds of different emotions at once, not knowing which was the proper one to feel. 

"I was terrified. But somehow, intrigued by my ideas. And that's why I started researching red rooms."

Ten huffed, air leaving his lungs as he felt like he was suffocating in the room with the other. "But why? Why didn't you just ignore your disgusting plans? Why even go through with it when you yourself were horrified with your own creation?"

Yuta bit his lip, debating how much to uncover. "I guess I'm a sadistic killer. I'm not sure why I'm the way I am but, seeing you all in pain brings me so much joy. Tormenting the living hell out of everyone close to me, it's like a hobby."

"You're awful." 

Yuta laughed again, blonde hair falling over his eyes. 

"Don't laugh at me." Ten hissed, arms crossed defiantly. "I'm just-"

"Shocked? Distressed? Scared?" Every word, Yuta moved closer. Ten didn't run away, he stayed put as he wasn't going to give the sick insane boy any pleasure. Yuta ran his fingers along Ten's arm and around his neck. 

"I haven't decided yet." He whispered huskily into Ten's ear. 

Ten felt a wave of terror wash over him-no, more like the wave dragging him into the ocean and drowning him. "D-decided what?" He flinched as he voice wavered.

"How I want you to die." 

Ten finally leaped back, out of Yuta's arms, whipping around to face him. "No! But you said you planned everyone's deaths!"

"Not yours~" Yuta replied in a sing-song voice. 

"No no no, you're lying!" Ten stuttered, panic ensnaring him and sending him on an emotional roller coaster. 

"Mhm," Yuta hummed. "I'm afraid I'm not. I noticed one thing that day I birthed this marvelous idea is that, I didn't plan your death. I only brainstormed it."

Ten's gaze hardened. "Just stab me. End my suffering would you?" 

To that, Yuta threw his head back in maniacal laughter. "You-you really are funny, Ten. Too bad you have to leave so soon. Ah, seriously." The blonde trailed off as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, scrolling through his notes.

"You had your phone this whole time?"

"Of course, I'm the murderer, I have nothing to fear." Yuta said as if the sentence was nothing important. "Okay so, here's the three choices you have; we could melt your insides, I could fuck you to death, or the blood eagle ritual, if you don't know it's a medieval Viking ritual where you slice the victim's back open and pull out their intestines to form bloody wings. It's actually quite interesting."

(A/N: Yes that is a real thing I did extensive research on medieval torture methods, even consulting my father who visited a museum in Germany dedicated to medieval torture devices. And yes, I do feel sick to my stomach 😄) 

Ten gaped at Yuta, eyes wide and filled with pain, mouth open in shock. Closing his mouth, Ten felt tears prickle at his eyes. He clenched his fist but it was too late. The first tear fell from his eye onto the cold floor. Fuck. 

"Why?"

Yuta grinned, once a reassuring sight now only inflicting more pain in Ten's heart. "Because you have to die somehow. I personally applaud myself with all my creative ways to die. It's not easy, I mean can you think of something I didn't use?" 

Ten didn't respond, head down, staring at the floor. 

"No? Well, we don't have all day." Yuta pouted. "Hurry up and pick one or I'll do all three." He growled lowly, mocking pout from just seconds before completely gone. 

This can't be happening. This isn't real. This is just a nightmare. 

Ten looked up, realization dawning upon him. I just need to get this over with. "Option 1...sounds the least painful I guess." 

Yuta jumped up and down clapping like a school girl on the last day of classes. "Oh goody! This is going to be wonderful!"

Ten felt sick. 

Yuta wrapped his small hand around Ten's wrist, dragging him towards the main cement door. Ten didn't even care he was leaving the horrid room and breathing fresh air. Because really, he was only heading towards his ultimate painful demise. 

"Okay, through here please." The elder gestured to the dimly lit hallway stinking of blood. 

Ten wrinkled his nose, pleading it hadn't been noticeable in the dark light of the hall. Yuta hadn't seemed to notice. 

After a few minutes of walking, more like dragging your heels in Ten's case, the blonde opened a door on the left side of the hall. He motioned Ten in who went without a fight, eyes fixed on his bloodstained shoes. He winced. Who knew who's blood it was? 

"Welcome!" The Japanese boy sang as he shut the door behind him. The horrifying room was pretty crowded as the strange chair wrapped in wires in the corner and a cameraman were packed in. "Please sit there." Yuta gestured to the chair, something out of a horror movie. Ten groaned and obediently paced over and sat upon the seat. 

"Now what?" He questioned, earning a small laugh from Yuta. The elder beckoned another man from another corner, one Ten hadn't noticed. The masked man began pulling the wires from the chair while Yuta watched eagerly, his hands clasped together.

"Hands on the chair arms please." The masked man muttered under his breath. Ten bit his lip and raised his arms, setting them down gingerly on the chair arms. Immediately the masked man wrapped the wires around them. Ten hissed as the man gripped a chunk of his hair and slammed his head against the back of the seat. Wires coiled around his legs and one loosely around his neck. 

"Please Yuta...." Ten pleaded weakly. "Spare me?"

A flash of what looked like consideration and regret flashed through the elder's eyes. Was he having second thoughts? Would he call this off?

"Eh, no."  

And with that Yuta connected the two wires he held in his hands. 

Ten screamed in agony as white hot jolts of electricity shot up his limbs. He felt the zaps burning through his soft, pale skin and charring his insides. He yelped as the mini lightening wrapped around his neck and his eyes rolled back in his head. Scars covered his body as he shook and fell still, wires still sending shocks of heat through him. 

"Ow." He murmured softly and his breath ceased. 

Yuta dropped the wires, hands shaking. He looked directly at the cameraman and shrugged, awkwardly. The cameraman nodded and motioned to the masked man. The masked man pulled out a walkie-talkie and muttered something into it.

The familiar screeching of the speaker cut through the air. The same voice began speaking:

"Nakamoto Yuta, you are the winner of 21 Hours." 

(A/N: The next chapter is the epilogue, I will post it soon)