cw: some graphic, gross/weird stuff
His breathing was labored, as if his spine had been shattered by the fall from a great height. The sight of everyone, with their clothes and flesh torn apart was more than he could bear to look at. Sejun, with a fountain pen embedded in his temple, looked like a scene from a ghost movie. He stared, breathing raggedly.
Yaba rushed to Cha Yiseok. The flesh of his neck was gaping open, and his bony wrists looked like they might fall off at the slightest movement. Blood poured furiously from his wrists, as if they came who knows where. He pressed his neck until his knuckles turned white. Since he had healed him before, he thought it would be possible again this time. Yaba pushed out a hoarse voice.
“Ho- hold on, just a little. Just a little…”
He pressed his lips as close to Cha Yiseok’s nape as possible and squeezed out the difficult ‘Vocalise’, expanding his range with all his might to envelop him. Halfway through the second piece, Cha Yiseok’s skin began to heal. Yaba had no thoughts other than that he had to heal him. So he didn’t realise, that there was someone else around. Cha Yiseok’s line of sign turned to a certain place, and then he grabbed Yaba by the shoulders and shoved him as hard as he could.
Bang—!
At the same time, blood splashed on Cha Yiseok’s shoulder. Gunshots rang out one after another as Cha Yiseok’s thigh, his heart fiercely pulsating, was stained with blood. The last gunshot cut Yaba’s arm and wedged into the rock. Following the sharp echo and the smell of gunpowder, Yaba turned his head.
Not far away, Cocaine stood, shaking. He was mesmerized and kept pulling the trigger of the silver gun. The gun spat out nothing but a clicking noise. He was in tears.
“…I… don’t burn poison in my delusions.”
Yaba turned Cha Yiseok over and cradled him in his arms. The man’s shallow breath spread across his cheek. The shot arm didn’t hurt at all. His eyelids repeated heavy up and down movements. A voice resembling water particles was heard.
“Take the… helicopter… someone will be waiting for you. Go where he… takes you. That’s your new home.”
A terrible chill ran down Yaba’s spine and his teeth chattered.
“…Co- come with me.”
‘Let’s get out of this muck together.’
“Y- you’ll come with me… Just hold on a little! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll…!”
“I’ll heal you…” A threadlike sob broke as Yaba forced a song out of his throat. Cha Yiseok raised his hand. His blood-soaked hand ran down his chest, under his chin, to his earlobe… through his hair, and stopped at a spot. It was the scar from a chip removement surgery. He carefully and deliberately touched the traces that hadn’t completely healed yet. His eyes were still confused. Or perhaps they were confessing, those eyes.
“Don’t move. Stay still…!”
“You’re bleeding too much…” Yaba grabbed his hand and pulled it down. And he started singing again. The full-throated cry choked his throat. The pool of blood surrounding him with its vivid color was terrifying. As he poured his heart out singing gently so he wouldn’t hurt, he thought it was strange. Such desperate singing, yet Cha Yiseok’s wounds remained unhealed even if his vocal cords were torn. It had been healing just a moment ago, so why? Why on earth…? It felt like driving affection into the throat and pounding it. He grabbed Cocaine and forcibly sat him in front of Cha Yiseok.
“H- hurry, sing! He was being healed not too long ago! Quick!”
Only for this moment did Yaba relent Cha Yiseok to Cocaine. Cocaine had the voice of miracles, so it should be possible. If he could bring him back, he would pretend Cocaine hadn’t fired the shot. Cocaine knelt down and his lips trembled.
“Don’t… don’t bullshit around. His heart is shot…”
Each syllable stabbed into his heart like a dagger.
“… He’s already dead.”
“What bullshit. I just talked to him a moment ago! He still has body heat!” Yaba hugged Cha Yiseok around the neck and sang a high note aria into his ear while the roar of the propellers drowned out the song. Cocaine laughed hysterically.
“…Sing till you cough up blood. Do you think someone like you can do it…? Have you seen what happens to people who listen to you? They’re all going insane, and you, with that poisonous voice of yours… a healer?”
Yaba’s mind went blank, and he couldn’t tell if it was fear or hatred. It seemed that right now, neither him nor Cocaine were in the right state of mind, so their powers were not working. Let’s just get on the helicopter for now and head to the nearest hospital! If only Cha Yiseok could hang on until then, Yaba was okay with the pale man tormenting him every night. He was okay even if he did not have testicles. And so he waved towards the helicopter.
The helicopter’s blades grazed the power lines as the pilot made an X with his hands. It meant he was only going as far as the rope reached. Yaba picked up Cha Yiseok. He couldn’t bear to see his legs being dragged on the ground. His upper body leaned forward and they were swept away together and staggered. He quickly got up and hugged Cha Yiseok.
The helicopter’s lights brightened his vision, and now he could see properly. The gaping wound in Cha Yiseok’s throat and the gaping hole in his heart… In between, the crimson muscles were torn apart. The lips that had always made his head dizzy didn’t even release a breath. The ringing in the ears gnawed at the brain. It was because he hadn’t taken antidepressants, the vivid and cruel delusion that echoed to the bone.
“Yiseok-ah…”
The man didn’t answer.
“…Yi…seok-ah…”
Tears of unknown origin fell from the corners of his eyes, but still he didn’t blink. The man’s once soul-piercing black pupils were now just cold voids. Yaba quietly embraced the cursed prince. He brushed his blood-soaked hair aside.
The siren loved her voice more than anything, and she was willing to kill herself if it was denied to her. She used it as a tool to gain wealth and power. Cocaine was broken when his pride in his voice was shaken. Yaba, who had always hated this voice, was still wandering. He had just lost the only being who didn’t care about the truth of this voice.
Yaba trembled like a dying lizard on the executioner’s block. He felt like his limbs had detached themselves, his nails had been ripped out with pincers, his retinas burned out with a fiery pharynx, molten lead was poured into the throat, the flesh was sliced open, intestines torn out one by one, and finally, his sanity was destroyed as he watched it all… Cha Yiseok’s heart stopped, that was his punishment. When Cha Yiseok’s shook, Yaba’s world shook too.
His world collapsed. The dead world was a silent wasteland.
Yaba stared at his bloodied hands. He stuck out his tongue and licked at what was between his fingers. Slurp, slurp, only the sound of friction was clear in the darkness. The blood flowed as a dull hunger reared its ugly head. Just a little more, he wanted to have just a little more… Yaba dropped his head and savored the blood that stained his cheeks. He chewed on the torn throat, sucking out the blood.
Delicious. Delicious. Insanely delicious. No, no. Not dead flesh like this, but real, living flesh, with a beating heart. There was no room for any pain besides this dreadful hunger. He looked back.
On the barren ground with gaping mouths, dozens of people were writhing in blood. In the distance, a man was barely clinging to the last breaths of life. The man’s crotch reeked of blood. Just thinking about it made Yaba’s mouth water: so many prey, so much flesh, so much sweet blood. Yaba ran the tip of his tongue across his lips. He opened his throat wide. From deep within the mucous membrane, he pulled out a sound.
Aaaaahhh~~~~~~ Aaaahhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~
cw: some graphic, gross/weird stuff
His breathing was labored, as if his spine had been shattered by the fall from a great height. The sight of everyone, with their clothes and flesh torn apart was more than he could bear to look at. Sejun, with a fountain pen embedded in his temple, looked like a scene from a ghost movie. He stared, breathing raggedly.
Yaba rushed to Cha Yiseok. The flesh of his neck was gaping open, and his bony wrists looked like they might fall off at the slightest movement. Blood poured furiously from his wrists, as if they came who knows where. He pressed his neck until his knuckles turned white. Since he had healed him before, he thought it would be possible again this time. Yaba pushed out a hoarse voice.
“Ho- hold on, just a little. Just a little…”
He pressed his lips as close to Cha Yiseok’s nape as possible and squeezed out the difficult ‘Vocalise’, expanding his range with all his might to envelop him. Halfway through the second piece, Cha Yiseok’s skin began to heal. Yaba had no thoughts other than that he had to heal him. So he didn’t realise, that there was someone else around. Cha Yiseok’s line of sign turned to a certain place, and then he grabbed Yaba by the shoulders and shoved him as hard as he could.
Bang—!
At the same time, blood splashed on Cha Yiseok’s shoulder. Gunshots rang out one after another as Cha Yiseok’s thigh, his heart fiercely pulsating, was stained with blood. The last gunshot cut Yaba’s arm and wedged into the rock. Following the sharp echo and the smell of gunpowder, Yaba turned his head.
Not far away, Cocaine stood, shaking. He was mesmerized and kept pulling the trigger of the silver gun. The gun spat out nothing but a clicking noise. He was in tears.
“…I… don’t burn poison in my delusions.”
Yaba turned Cha Yiseok over and cradled him in his arms. The man’s shallow breath spread across his cheek. The shot arm didn’t hurt at all. His eyelids repeated heavy up and down movements. A voice resembling water particles was heard.
“Take the… helicopter… someone will be waiting for you. Go where he… takes you. That’s your new home.”
A terrible chill ran down Yaba’s spine and his teeth chattered.
“…Co- come with me.”
‘Let’s get out of this muck together.’
“Y- you’ll come with me… Just hold on a little! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll…!”
“I’ll heal you…” A threadlike sob broke as Yaba forced a song out of his throat. Cha Yiseok raised his hand. His blood-soaked hand ran down his chest, under his chin, to his earlobe… through his hair, and stopped at a spot. It was the scar from a chip removement surgery. He carefully and deliberately touched the traces that hadn’t completely healed yet. His eyes were still confused. Or perhaps they were confessing, those eyes.
“Don’t move. Stay still…!”
“You’re bleeding too much…” Yaba grabbed his hand and pulled it down. And he started singing again. The full-throated cry choked his throat. The pool of blood surrounding him with its vivid color was terrifying. As he poured his heart out singing gently so he wouldn’t hurt, he thought it was strange. Such desperate singing, yet Cha Yiseok’s wounds remained unhealed even if his vocal cords were torn. It had been healing just a moment ago, so why? Why on earth…? It felt like driving affection into the throat and pounding it. He grabbed Cocaine and forcibly sat him in front of Cha Yiseok.
“H- hurry, sing! He was being healed not too long ago! Quick!”
Only for this moment did Yaba relent Cha Yiseok to Cocaine. Cocaine had the voice of miracles, so it should be possible. If he could bring him back, he would pretend Cocaine hadn’t fired the shot. Cocaine knelt down and his lips trembled.
“Don’t… don’t bullshit around. His heart is shot…”
Each syllable stabbed into his heart like a dagger.
“… He’s already dead.”
“What bullshit. I just talked to him a moment ago! He still has body heat!” Yaba hugged Cha Yiseok around the neck and sang a high note aria into his ear while the roar of the propellers drowned out the song. Cocaine laughed hysterically.
“…Sing till you cough up blood. Do you think someone like you can do it…? Have you seen what happens to people who listen to you? They’re all going insane, and you, with that poisonous voice of yours… a healer?”
Yaba’s mind went blank, and he couldn’t tell if it was fear or hatred. It seemed that right now, neither him nor Cocaine were in the right state of mind, so their powers were not working. Let’s just get on the helicopter for now and head to the nearest hospital! If only Cha Yiseok could hang on until then, Yaba was okay with the pale man tormenting him every night. He was okay even if he did not have testicles. And so he waved towards the helicopter.
The helicopter’s blades grazed the power lines as the pilot made an X with his hands. It meant he was only going as far as the rope reached. Yaba picked up Cha Yiseok. He couldn’t bear to see his legs being dragged on the ground. His upper body leaned forward and they were swept away together and staggered. He quickly got up and hugged Cha Yiseok.
The helicopter’s lights brightened his vision, and now he could see properly. The gaping wound in Cha Yiseok’s throat and the gaping hole in his heart… In between, the crimson muscles were torn apart. The lips that had always made his head dizzy didn’t even release a breath. The ringing in the ears gnawed at the brain. It was because he hadn’t taken antidepressants, the vivid and cruel delusion that echoed to the bone.
“Yiseok-ah…”
The man didn’t answer.
“…Yi…seok-ah…”
Tears of unknown origin fell from the corners of his eyes, but still he didn’t blink. The man’s once soul-piercing black pupils were now just cold voids. Yaba quietly embraced the cursed prince. He brushed his blood-soaked hair aside.
The siren loved her voice more than anything, and she was willing to kill herself if it was denied to her. She used it as a tool to gain wealth and power. Cocaine was broken when his pride in his voice was shaken. Yaba, who had always hated this voice, was still wandering. He had just lost the only being who didn’t care about the truth of this voice.
Yaba trembled like a dying lizard on the executioner’s block. He felt like his limbs had detached themselves, his nails had been ripped out with pincers, his retinas burned out with a fiery pharynx, molten lead was poured into the throat, the flesh was sliced open, intestines torn out one by one, and finally, his sanity was destroyed as he watched it all… Cha Yiseok’s heart stopped, that was his punishment. When Cha Yiseok’s shook, Yaba’s world shook too.
His world collapsed. The dead world was a silent wasteland.
Yaba stared at his bloodied hands. He stuck out his tongue and licked at what was between his fingers. Slurp, slurp, only the sound of friction was clear in the darkness. The blood flowed as a dull hunger reared its ugly head. Just a little more, he wanted to have just a little more… Yaba dropped his head and savored the blood that stained his cheeks. He chewed on the torn throat, sucking out the blood.
Delicious. Delicious. Insanely delicious. No, no. Not dead flesh like this, but real, living flesh, with a beating heart. There was no room for any pain besides this dreadful hunger. He looked back.
On the barren ground with gaping mouths, dozens of people were writhing in blood. In the distance, a man was barely clinging to the last breaths of life. The man’s crotch reeked of blood. Just thinking about it made Yaba’s mouth water: so many prey, so much flesh, so much sweet blood. Yaba ran the tip of his tongue across his lips. He opened his throat wide. From deep within the mucous membrane, he pulled out a sound.
Aaaaahhh~~~~~~ Aaaahhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~
