Warning : there may be a few graphic scenes.

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"Please color me with your shiny light."

- ONLY (이하이)

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I might've been really fickle and erratic, of late, while narrating to you. So, I'm going to set things right by focusing on Taehong for now. After all, that's what you all are here for, aren't you? So, I'll yield to your demands. But don't expect me to go out of my way to give you all a reliable narration. I'll be hazy. I'll be vague. It's majorly because I have no story-telling experience. It's upto you to make head or tail of it; sorry for it.

The wind made it easier for them to slip out, without cognizance. It was taking one step forward. But that step would definitely be a wobbly, and uncertain one. Not to add, the amount of apprehension that coursed through their veins.

Taehong and Fores, both, had the same outfit as the last time. A black mask shrouding their features, dense clothes that didn't reveal anything worth noticing. It was rather... Astute, I must say.

"Let's do this," he nodded, wrenching his hands together.

I suddenly wonder how many times they've let that slogan out of their mouth. They've been saying that to each other since the night before, if my memory is any good. But, it wasn't the time to be chanting around positivity. It was the time to be dauntless.

"Shh," Fores urged. Her eyes had grown wide, as she kept a look around for anyone that might've been onto them.

Their backs were curved down and I hovered right above their crouched frames. They could easily pass through me, so it wouldn't even matter had been right in front of them.

A gush of wind blew and that gave them the kick start to finally go about on what they'd planned. Slow but sure footsteps became ingrained on the fine sand that they ambled on. It was a weird way they walked, however. Legs landed so slow into the sand bed so that there would no be noise. And I must admit, they did look quite hilarious.

The skew roads that they took made no sense to me. Gyrating left and right and then right again, they reached a sort of...connection road, I'm guessing. Even with years of having peregrinated through, I have still got no clue of directions.

The haze around Taehong, the brown aura, shook slightly. Its color had became blanched. Pale, rather. The sort of pale that a person's body would mutate into right before a shroud covered their exanimate corse. It was almost as if she'd seen a ghost, which is ironical considering she herself was a ghost. A lingering soul, that refused to cross over.

They were swift on their feet. They travelled fast, nimble. Steps were light as feather and they finally reached what destination they had in mind. The military night camp.

Fores' hand was cold under the pocket of her cobalt-shaded jacket. Her digits gripped the plastic that coated the barbaric instrument. A knife. While his finger nails dug deep into his palms, his fists trembling with nervousness.

"Just stay back, Tae. I'll call you when it's time," Fores whispered, pulling Taehong to a secluded area, so that they could remain hidden.

"But I wanna he-"

Fores used her index finger, pressed it to his lips and continued, "I'll send the signal, alright?"

He nodded and I felt more urged to pursue Fores, instead. His hair fluttered in the night wind, the stars in the sky being perfectly reflecting against his dark irises. The nervousness was evident, on both of them.

Fores dipped her hand to the pocket of her jeans. A ragged cloth came out of it and she held it flat against her palm. Making sure she didn't get it in the vicinity of her nose, she marched forward, with a bottle in her hand. She seemed more equanimous than ever.

It was too stealthily done, she whipped the cap round and round the little curved designations of the midget bottle and splattered enough amount of a liquid over the mesh. And alongside that, Taehong had been doing the exact same thing, his nose well preserved under a thicker protection of his mask.

I have heard their ancestors say, mind has to be the deadliest weapon if used wisely. I could sniff in details their rage and strong willpower, and for me to step into their shoes I would have happily clung to death than go through the storm.

"This is the stepping stone to what I really want. I can't let myself fail. I can't afford that," Fores whispered to herself. Her eyes ran along the vastitude of space unfurling in front of her. The small camp set-ups caught her eye first and she sought refuge behind one such set-up.

"Wait up! I'm coming too!" It had been a man's voice. The thickness rang as though their faces had been sheathed. And sure it was. A mask matching their attire.

"Come fast, you idiot," the other responded. A jibe at his comrade.

Fores bit down on her lip, waiting for the man and his confrère to barge into her line of sight. With bated breath, she waited. I did too.

And finally the footsteps had grown louder. The scattering of the sand was quite evident with the heavy footsteps they took; the armour they were donning clearly added to their already portly body.

Swift and nimble. Fores let a whistle out of her mouth. Things happened at the speed of light. Taehong emerged. Right from the shadows, as lithe as a cat; there wasn't anything else to even discern in such a situation.

Almost as if they'd practiced, Fores and Taehong pressed a ragged cloth right onto the men's noses. They agitated, of course, but the odor that the cloth gave off had been strong enough for the men to start losing their consciousness. It was presumably, chloroform. I don't even know how they managed to acquire it. But I am not so sure about myself, or anyone, anymore.

But what I am pretty sure about is their intention of lulling those men into their unconscious states. Honestly, I cannot say their main motive behind this whole game, they aren't me, they aren't anywhere near to me so why would any of that sort help them?

The vexation that surged through Fores was as plain as a pikestaff. Her mind ran through the memories of the days she regretted the most and wanted to do exactly what they'd done to her. She paid no heed to the man that had already fallen dead to the world, continuing to strangle him with all her might.

Fores grunted with each time she applied force on the man so as to bring him down to his knees. Taehong, however, had no problem controlling him.

All this takes time to narrate, but happened so quickly.

"Now," Fores instructed, the cold metal knife in her hand.

The man was protesting under his grip. But with each passing moment, his protests grew weaker and only muffled sounds could be heard.

The knife glinted in the moonlight, the crisp night air whooshing past the crime scene. One slash. One hefty slash, and the one that had life had before, had lost it. The skin felt tough as she sliced through it. But once it pierced through the barriers of protective stratified tissues, it was like cutting open a watermelon.

The red fluid had spurted out without much difficulty. With her hand wrapped around the man's neck, his veins had only popped out more. The man under Fores' control was... Insensate.

There was a slight tremble in the body of the man, his belly shaking a little as a wisp ran azure. My hands involuntarily proceeded forth, making sure that the soul found its haven within my grip.

It didn't protest at all, like the one that I had been trying to claim before - Taehong's mother. The blue, hazy spherule was slowly dissipating into me, the black tendrils from my body embracing it in a soothing shelter.

I let the energy slowly absorb into me, let it take its time to find comfort as it crossed over and then went on to whatever had been deemed right for him. The ataraxia on my end was incongruous with the mishap that unsheathed before me.

Blood was dripping indignantly, and Fores shoved the man in front of her, his body hitting the ground with a metallic thud. Her hands were coated crimson, with the promise that her hands might as well be permanently tainted that shade.

She stood in front of the man that Taehong had been carefully holding, not wanting him to tumble down and cause noise.

"Do it before someone comes," he ushered, looking around himself. His glossy orbs shook, the terror of what he'd done finally going up his head. "I'm scared. I don't want to die so fast."

"Alright," she whispered and took a deep breath.

Within the next few seconds, she had delivered a series of thrusts into the man's body. The crimson fluid was fluxional, and splashed all over Fores' face. He kept his face turned away from the cruor.

"Let him go," Fores whispered, the air filling up with the metallic tinge of blood.

But Taehong had been too startled to do anything. His lips trembled. Fores would savvy what to do, but he didn't foresee her to have been so... vitriolic.

Fores clicked her tongue, relinquishing her grip on the knife, and letting it fall from her hand to the ground under her. "Tae..."

"Y-Yeah," he stuttered.

I missed the entire ordeal with another fuzzy sphere emerging out of the other man. It was yellow, then. It had been canary yellow, not softly romantic, but instead a nineteen eighties angry neon.

I urged my grasp forth again, waiting for the spirit to dissipate into me. And it did, slowly. And surely. The process was slow; took about a solid of five minutes or so.

While in front of me, Fores and Taehong had begun to undress the men and purloin their attire. The black abyss that proved unworthy of any attention that it received.

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"Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody."

- Stephen Chbosky

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