☽ Nacht der Gejagten || Chapter 1 ☾

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Jiminbiasnim presents...

Nyctophilia, a KTH fanfiction

This story is about a top secret special forces unit that breaks into the homes of suspicious persons at night

Rating: 18+

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Taehyung adored how rain clung to his hair.

He had grown out his dark locks for the sole purpose of feeling the moisture bounce between his curls. If he got lucky, they would dance down his face and kiss his cheeks as they slid off him.

That was his position: Outside in the New York rain. It rained almost every day during the winter season, and Taehyung enjoyed the chill that would nibble on him as he did his job. His squad mates were wussies who complained about the cold, but Taehyung shushed them within a few moments. It wasn't like they'd disobey him; he was their leader.

The building they were hiding behind was sandwiched between a five-story apartment building and a gym that wasn't open twenty-four hours for whatever reason. Not that it mattered. Taehyung and his four teammates were trained to handle public spotlight.

First, they'd dress as normal people wearing different colored contacts, wigs, and clothes. As soon as they found their target, they'd slip into the shadows one-by-one and shed themselves of their disguises.

Their night gear was on, and they were covered in all-black attire. They had face masks that were more like skin-tight scarves designed to cover their mouths and noses. Their eyes tended to be the only visible part of them. Even their hair was often covered by hats and nets to keep any identifiable parts of them from leaving evidence of their presence.

Speaking of, Taehyung put his net and hat on and kept his sidearm, which held non-lethal ammo, holstered as he knelt in front of the back window. His walkie-talkie squeaked, and he grunted before clicking on it.

"Nacht-613 here, what's the issue?" Taehyung asked. He held up his fist, and his squad waited behind him.

The device gurgled before General Kim's response came. "Be advised: German Shepherd on property."

"Understood, sir. Nacht-613 going dark." Taehyung clicked off the comm, muted it, and did a circle motion with his gloved index finger. "Private Wang, get the tranq darts. Corporal Jung, get the muzzle just in case." Taehyung pointed to Sergeant Min and Private Kang. "Watch my back. I'm going in."

Private Kang handed him the lockpick he used to unlock the window of the two-story home. It stood out when compared to the rest of Johnson City's appearance. Unlike the gray concrete apartment buildings surrounding the area, the house they were entering was made of bricks and wooden support beams.

The design choice made it appear as though it was built by old-timers who preferred the red and brown aesthetic. It was as if the homeowners were attempting to recreate a cottage in the middle of the woods, only they failed miserably thanks to how scratched the outer walls were. The cement holding the bricks together were banged up and caked with black dust.

The window was surrounded by wooden beams that held it in place. The glass shook as he picked the lock and hoisted it open. Curtains awaited him, so he brushed the thick white fabric to the side and paused to investigate the kitchen. Black and white marble floors entered his field of vision as he brought himself inside and landed on the crummy counters.

The interior put the exterior to shame. Whereas the outside was breaking down, the inside was dirty yet modern thanks to the marble floors, electric stove, and double-doored fridge with its own ice machine and water filter.

Taehyung unzipped the pocket on his bicep and grasped the wipes waiting there. He dabbed down his muddy combat boots until not a single mark remained. As soon as they were sparkling, he landed on the ground, double-checked to ensure he left no prints behind, and zipped the wipes back where they belonged.

One-by-one, the group broke into the abode. Jackson had the tranq gun ready. It was safe to say Jackson and Taehyung went first. Taehyung was used to it seeing as he was squad leader and one of the highest ranked Night Stalkers, but that didn't stop sweat from clamming up under his hat and gloves.

The kitchen was cramped, and making little noise proved a challenge. They were trained to walk on their tippy-toes, but in boots, it was difficult. That resulted in soft creaking noises filling the stale air. It didn't help that the segment they were coming up on was wooden.

Taehyung hesitated as he lifted his foot. He waited and waited as if that would change anything, then placed half of his shoe on the wooden floor. When it didn't make any 'creee!' sounds, he deemed it safe to continue.

It was a pitch black hallway, which led to Taehyung flicking on the mini flashlight attached to his shoulder on the opposite side of his pocket. His squad mimicked his actions. The darkness became bright, and the corridor revealed itself as even more claustrophobic than the kitchen. Maybe two people could fit side-by-side, but it was more like one and a half.

Taehyung forced Jackson to take the lead despite him being the most inexperienced. Being the newest recruit, Jackson didn't know the ins and outs of Night Stalking; however, he was their best shot. He was a better shot than all of them combined. That led to him holding the tranq gun and keeping it raised at eye level. He crouch-walked while Taehyung and the others remained above him.

The hallway made of wooden floors and white walls that lacked any decorations curved up ahead. When they completed the turn, an office awaited them. An office with a German Shepherd that snapped its head up as soon as it heard them approach.

It couldn't be any older than a year. Its paws were giant, but its body not so much, and only one of its two ears were able to stay upright. Taehyung deduced it was considered a pup, which could explain why it hadn't heard them in the kitchen. As careful as they were to not speak or have loud footsteps, dogs were able to pick up on the tiniest of movements.

Without asking for permission, not that he needed to, Jackson fired. It was a quiet dart that sunk into the dog's neck. It whimpered. Jung Hoseok entered and strapped the muzzle around the Shepherd. Soon enough, it was laying on the carpeted floor. Its eyes shut, and the tags on its collar made a final 'clink' before the animal stiffened.

The office was the only room with a carpeted floor. It was an ugly seaweed green. However, the rest of the interior matched the theme. Wooden walls surrounded them, and cabinets of the same material were thrown around the much larger space. It was the size of three kitchens, and what stood out to Taehyung the most was the door in the corner: A wooden door with a golden knob.

Taehyung rolled his hand in the air to signal them to continue moving. He pointed to Private Kang and Sergeant Min, and they got the message. They would search the office while the remaining three investigated what was beyond the door.

When Taehyung approached, he pressed his ear against the door. One second passed. Two. Three.

Nothing.

There were no hints that someone, or something, was waiting for them on the other side. His ears couldn't pick up on so much as a murmur. It could be a closet for all he knew, but caution was his priority.

He placed his hand on his holstered sidearm before opening the entrance. First slowly, then all at once. His flashlight beamed down what revealed itself as an old staircase with cobwebs and dust bunnies littering the walls and ceiling. Just by glancing at it, Taehyung knew the wooden steps would creak and alert anyone down there that he was approaching.

Taehyung took out his weapon, which was a non-lethal firearm meant to incapacitate anyone who threatened him. Seeing as what he was doing was illegal, it was better to not get caught, but if he did, escape was his last resort. The government wouldn't bail him out, police had no idea Night Stalkers existed, and civilians wouldn't believe such an organization grew under their noses. That meant the ones who knew about them couldn't help, and everyone else would never listen to his claims that his illegal acts were sanctioned by the government.

Not that it mattered: The government promised to fabricate enough evidence against defectors that would guarantee they'd get locked up for life. If he got caught and attempted to snitch, his life would be over. What would originally be a three to ten year sentence would turn into a lifelong one. It wasn't a risk anyone in their right mind would take.

Taehyung took the first step. It squeaked, and he winced when it did. He sucked in a breath in a fruitless attempt to make himself smaller. More moisture, not rain that time, crept down his face and ended up being absorbed by his face mask.

After taking a moment to let the noise sink into the background, Taehyung continued. Every two stairs squeaked. He grimaced each time, and it didn't help that his two squad mates had to go with him.

He gave the signal for Private Wang to move. Jackson did. More creaks. More sounds. More risks. Taehyung adored his job, but he swore it gave him heart problems.

Taehyung rushed down the last two steps and landed on cracked concrete. His flashlight couldn't cover even a quarter of the basement he had entered. All he could spot was the grubby floor, the stair's wooden railings with countless splinters waiting for their next victim, and cobwebs.

Private Wang stopped by Taehyung's side, and Taehyung made the half-circle motion to tell Hoseok to stand guard at the entrance. The man accepted his new task as Taehyung searched for a light source. It was yet another risk, but they didn't have much choice.

Wandering in the dark didn't prove useful, and as soon as Taehyung felt a beaded wire pass by his shoulder, he grabbed it and tugged. A lightbulb flickered to life. It flashed a few times before staying on and making a delicate humming sound. It revealed the entirety of the basement, which wasn't quite as giant as Taehyung initially believed.

It was an open room, but in the corner there were two wooden walls that acted like privacy curtains you'd see in a hospital. They were unfinished. Almost like they were construction panels that were set up there temporarily.

The single light illuminated half of the room while shadows lurked in the back. Taehyung paid them no mind and instead went to the wooden walls in the otherwise barren basement. The entire house followed the same pattern: No decorations and furniture. If Taehyung wasn't given a file on the creep who owned the place, he would think it was abandoned.

His boots squished against the ground, and that was when he noticed the pipes overhead were leaking, and he was stepping in a pile of water. Taehyung went around the drips but didn't mind the occasional drops that left damp spots on his beanie. He made a mental note to have one of the privates clean up any footprints the water caused them to make.

'Mmm-mmm!'

The soft, muffled sound of distress came from behind the walls. Taehyung went into autopilot and sprinted forward. He passed the wooden walls and observed the sight before him.

A woman was tied to a chair with a blindfold on and duct tape covering her mouth. The ropes restricting her caused dried blood to linger on her wrists, and there were dirt stains up and down her exposed skin. She wore a navy blue dress that left nothing to the imagination. Parts of it were ripped, and her feet were bare. There were high heels that matched her dress destroyed in the corner.

"Jesus," Taehyung muttered. He didn't mean to speak; he never spoke on missions except to give orders. His finger jabbed in the air. "Private Wang, over here."

Jackson approached and stiffened when he got in eyesight. He didn't say anything, not that Taehyung expected him to. Taehyung instead motioned for Jackson to cut her free. Taehyung stood guard, and within less than a minute, the woman was untied with her blindfold and duct tape removed.

She had wavy black hair that came down to her stomach, and it was soaked. Taehyung inspected the room and realized she had been sitting under one of the many busted, dripping pipes in the basement. Her skin glimmered from a mixture of what Taehyung assumed was sweat and water, and the stains were either sliding off her due to the moisture or so old that they couldn't come off from a simple splash.

"We're going to get you out of here," Taehyung said in a hushed tone, and he patted his hand in the air as if to tell her to stay quiet. She nodded, but her red-rimmed, dark blue eyes were twitching. Streaks of mascara were painted on her high cheekbones, and her teeth were turning yellow. "Quickly, so I can report to base, what's your name and how long have you been down here?"

The woman rubbed her bare arms and her lower lip quivered. He could see her teeth were not only turning yellow, but half of them were chipped, too. Goosebumps settled on her flesh as she cowered away and Jackson stayed behind her to keep her upright. Her legs were wobbling like she hadn't walked in days.

In all seven years Taehyung had been a Night Stalker, he had never seen any victims in such a state. He had broken into well over a hundred homes and found items of varying severity; drugs, illegal weapons, bombs, and the occasional abused and neglected child. Nothing could have prepared Taehyung for the woman he had rescued, and beyond that, nothing could have prepared him for what she said next.

"My name is Adeline. I've been down here for twenty years."

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Raven: New storyyyyyy

I know the whole Night Stalker concept may be a bit confusing at first, but don't worry, everything will be explained soon. A new character (Jungkook) will be introduced as a way to help the audience understand the Night Stalkers and what they do. Either way, I hope you enjoyed the introduction chapter.

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