Prisoner - Raphael Lake, Aaron Levy, and Daniel Ryan Murphy

What would be something that'll look good with darkness?

Well the answer you would think is light, right?

To brush away all the giggling shadows and show things for how they truly are. It would look so pretty to see the darkness scurry away to the burning ache of the beautiful light seducing them away, all the way until they're not existing anymore.

Yeah, light is so pretty.

But it doesn't look good with darkness.

That's something Jimin has concluded being in this pitch black room, surrounded with nothing but darkness; where the light never comes to brush them away. It's too late for it to come to Jimin's rescue of his torturous thoughts, since he's already sucked down in his own madness to accept a savior.

Guess his parents were right, he is a fucking monster.

And he accidentally released it from it's own cage.

Oops.

The door to his cell opens once again, just as Jimin was gazing at the ground with a pretty smile while nodding his head side to side slowly, the voices in his head cheering how it's time to have fun.

Celebrating.

It's time.

Jimin knew that when he felt the snag of his hair by a strong hand throwing him to the ground so he's laying down forcefully. The way his back made first contact with the ground snapped a laugh out of his parted chapped lips, purring a little to the hands gliding up his body as though they're itching to explore more his skin.

Prince of Sins has awakened.

In such a quick motion, Jimin yanks the man closer to his body and whirls them around so Jimin is straddling his lap with a seductive smirk, "I love to ride baby."

It was clear the man did not expect this, but before he could even have a say in this Jimin was stroking him away with his hand. It took seconds for him to forget all about his duties, all his morals, all his values just by Jimin's tender and wicked hand. Seeing the man completely lose control off himself was like fueling power into Jimin's own body, finding it so addicting seeing anyone weak for the prince's touch.

No, he's not a prince anymore.

He's the fucking king.

And that's how Jimin with speed wrapped the chains that connects to the cuffs and against the wall around the man's fucking neck, two total rounds before pressing his knee against his chest and yanks the cuffs up to squeeze the chains.

Funny.

This is so funny!

Haha it's so funny how his face is a pretty strawberry now!

Jimin squeals in excitement, his head storming with flying words of flashbacks; From killing Vernon, to his parents calling and treating him like a fucking monster, the nightmares of Vernon's body haunting him whenever he closes his eyes, all the way to him killing someone to save himself. Seeing so many.... Dead bodies.

Including Jihyo.

S-She didn't deserve it.

SHE DIDN'T FUCKING DESERVE IT!

By now Jimin's giggles increases with his eyes now sparkling with so many colors and flashes of light, not fighting back those fearful moments any longer. He breathes in those flashbacks of memories like a drug, strengthening the chain around the man's neck as he slowly loses his control of life.

"You know what looks good with darkness?" Jimin asks as he leans to his face, his voice so hoarse by the screaming and beatings he had to go through that was similar to a sharp object scratching a chalkboard, "Red."

And he lands a fierce punch across his face, forcing the man to spit out a final gasp of blood from his lip before he slowly, but finally, dies. Unlike the other deaths Jimin has dealt with, he didn't give two shits about this one. Well actually.... He just doesn't care anymore.

Instead he finds it very funny.

Now he's going to play!

Fun! Fun! Fun!

A series of giggles bubbles out of Jimin's lips as he unwraps the chains off the man's neck and tries to find the keys to remove the cuffs, but he didn't have it.

But he did have a pretty glock 19 gun.

And full, fifteen rounds.

Perfect!

Guess he'll just have to deal with the chains in that case.

So with a fierce tugs against the wall, the chains came off. They're still connected to together with the cuffs, but maybe Jimin can have an advantage to this. Slowly getting to his feet, he stretches, getting ready for a definite time of his life. Thankfully he's still with his gym clothes, but his sweatpants are all dirty so that doesn't make him feel the least bit good.

Actually he's dirty and bloody in general, but right now there's no time to focus on the fashion.

He grips the end of is tanktop and tears a strip off, raising it up and wraps it around his forehead to push his mess of blonde hair back. He cracks his neck a little and squeals as he approaches the door, whistling a little as the creak extends wider when he yanks the door open.

Wow okay, a lot of light.

Jimin blinks a few more times, adjusting to his surroundings to grasp the disgusting and messy hallway; filled with mess of dust and dry blood maybe. It processed Jimin's head a little too fast that this building is clearly meant for purposes in regards to his marvelous treatment. It's not meant to look all pretty and stable to stand. The lights of the hallway are barley working properly since they're flickering, but that didn't stop Jimin from skipping down the hallway in a quiet hum.

Trying to find the exit of course.

It's odd that there's not a lot of guards in this floor, but Jimin didn't want to question it. If they lack coordination, that's their own fault.

Suddenly he pauses by a door creaked open that captures his attention, and it wasn't by the bright light inside that made him gasp in delight as he instantly pushes the door open.

Weapons.

So. Many. Weapon.

The weaponry room.

The walls coated with them. From grenades, to military weapons, regular handguns, knives of various sizes, and wow- So many to fucking choose from.

A large smirk suddenly twitches Jimin's lips, now getting to work.

He grabs the belt of bullets and puts it around his body and another over his shoulder to hug his body across. He grabs a shit ton of grenades, a strap to put in knives and the beautiful M4 Carbine that was calling out to him.

Jimin loads up the gun and grins broadly when he suddenly heard the door behind him squeak, followed by a choked up gasp and a loud thump. Right, so maybe within this process he set up a trap, which involved a pretty knife gauging whoever came in to the neck. Don't ask how Jimin managed to do that, but glad to know it worked.

So going back to humming his tune, Jimin turns around and ignored the dead man on the floor, stepping over him as he gets out of the room. Carefully he continues to move through the building, keeping his eyes peered and also his ears for any noises.

Well his cover didn't take long to not be discovered actually.

These two men who were having a nice chat by the end of the hallway spotted Jimin, instantly taking out their guns and shouting who the fuck knows what. Those voices in Jimin's head intensified, screaming how he's a fucking monster and a psychopath that had him squeaking loud shrieks of laughter as he shoots his gun, taking out the two men instantly as he continues to move.

But he didn't realize there was someone sneaking up behind him, instantly taking him down in a choke hold but Jimin slams the back of his gun against their gut. Their arms flies off and Jimin grabs his knife, turning around he attacks the man with vicious stabs to the face. No matter how loud he screamed, all Jimin could hear is his own laughter of his sanity corrupting before he bolts out into a run.

That's when the fun began.

He arrived upon a hallway filled with those men, who didn't take notice of his presence instantly.

Too bad for them.

Jimin pulls out the M4 and shoots each one to perfect aim to the head, moving in and dodging when bullets were flying his way. His hands found the ground and flips over the dead man on the ground, landing to his feet and continues with his shooting, grabbing a knife and shoots it through the air to watch it pin to one of the goon's neck. Jimin continues to shoot and run until he was done with this hallway and now was bolting down.

There's no time, pretty sure everyone knows now they he escaped.

He indifferently reloads his M4 just as more men rushed in to where the commotion was. Bullets were flying from Jimin's gun, knives upon knives flies past his hands or holds tightly to stab against a neck or down to a chest to splatter blood against Jimin's body or the walls. It was all a blur and Jimin could only see red. His flashbacks fueled every sense of aggression he's been holding in for years, letting it coil with his sanity until it completely ruined his sanity.

He's been caged up.

Beaten.

Drugged.

And about to be sold like a fucking doll.

No, these fuckers don't deserve any sense of mercy to what he has in mind.

"Oh boys!" Jimin sings loudly, heaving in his chuckles as he manages to arrive down to the lounge, exactly where it's filled with goons and his one way to freedom. When Jimin catches all of their attention, they all instantly moved with snarls to reach for their guns, but stops with horror when Jimin shows his fingers filled with rings.

Grenade, empty rings.

Jimin's smile extends wider in gleam as the grenades flies past his hands.

"You got six seconds."

Complete chaos broke through and Jimin screeches as he unleashes the bullets in his M4, his sinister smile reaching his eyes as he gets the one's near the door who tried to escape.

Five.

Jimin is running, knives stabbing against bodies, slicing necks, releasing bullets down someone's throat, clearing his fucking way while defending himself from the fists and knives attempting to touch him.

Four.

A man grabs him by the hair and yanks him back, but Jimin grabs the gun by his waistband and shoots his dick before shooting his face when he lets him go.

Three.

His body jumps to a goon's back in his way and stabs a knife repeatedly down his chest before spinning them sideways and to the ground, stabbing the man's neck before scrambling to his feet.

Two.

Jimin uses the last rounds of his M4 to the four men trying to escape before yanking it off his body and throws it aside.

One.

Jimin jumps through the doors right when the grenades went off, the force of the explosion pushing him forward while he covers his head to the building exploding in different areas to where Jimin released the grenades.

The loud course of impact forced deafened Jimin for a good second, but he mind the little collateral damage that did to him. He continues to giggle as he covers his head, hearing the music behind him of the explosion of the place they held him captive.

Where he lost the sprinkles of sanity he had left.

But before Jimin could even grasp his freedom, or even have time to get up, since hands were on him from the same men who just arrived in a van. The same men who kidnapped him telling just by the ski masks.

No! No! Not again!

Jimin grabs a knife from the strap and stabs one in the arm, the one holding him specifically and starts to run away while grabbing onto the chains so he wouldn't trip against it.

But as he runs, a row of motorcycles takes a turn to his same street by the end of the road, blocking his way of escaping.

You've got to be kidding me.

Fuck!

His legs scrambled back but instantly he was restrained by arms around him again, this time making sure to secure his arms by his chain and legs as they carry him to the van.

Jimin aggressively struggles and screeches in hopes someone could hear him, but this place is abandoned as it gets from people. Almost like an abandoned ghost town.

But... Someone did hear him.

"JIMIN!"

That voice....

No, no is it real?

Jimin snaps his head up to the motorcycles that were driving in, but they stopped while three of the riders got off to run towards them when they were close.

One of them being Yeosang.

Yeosang...

He's.... Here....

He didn't abandon him....

Yeosang.

The bits tears of Jimin's sanity began to suface more from his high, now tears beamed Jimin's eyes as his struggles were growing much more reckless, becoming fearful now the second he was thrown inside the van.

"YEOSANG!"

But the doors slammed shut and the van took off.

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A/N:

......

Well....

A lot happened....

A lot happened for sure....

Let's see what goes on next chapter?

I PURPLE YOU! <33