Hey, 

this is ICEDCOFFEE here :) I just wanted to thank all those that are reading this story right now, and I hope I will not disappoint you :D I'm mostly a fantasy, romance, dark, thriller kind of writer, but I occasionally do comedy and horror :P However, I just wanted to warn you guys (or maybe just point out the fact that) this story may have some references to the bible and certain biblical characters or entities, but I do not mean to offend anybody or disrespect anybody's religious beliefs, I just take these concepts as ideas to explore the possibilities of our supernatural world :) (Yes, I am partly babbling haha) 

Anyways, I have recently fallen in love with SHINee for some really random reason only I need to know of haha, and decided to base this story on them and a fictional character named Hana. Any readers are welcome, whether you are a fan of SHINee or someone that just wants to read something new :P And I'll cross my fingers as I give all my effort into making this story as good as it can be :) 

- ICEDCOFFEE

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Candles used to symbolize rebirth to me, the belief in hope… the belief that all the worst would be through if you were to persist. No matter what, light brought beauty, and flames brought life.

Not until this particular moment did I realize the ability of fire to also call upon death. Its beauty, like any other beauty, was flawed, tainted by the user or owner. I looked around, surprisingly calm in the midst of chaos.

People had long stopped screaming, long stopped wincing in pain, and long stopped crying in a last desperate plea for life.

Finally, the other children had fallen upon a deep slumber. But their eyes remained open, staring, forever staring.

Fire ignited around me, lighting up the broken pieces of the bus, like candles. I may grow up to not be proud of this moment, but these ‘candles’ were far from calming, and I felt a cold chill roll down the small of my back.

There I was, little ol’ 6 year old me.

The car crash had killed everybody.

Everybody… but me.

Me and my supposedly genius head had survived, but I wasn’t enjoying any second of it.

All of my effort was focused on trying to breathe in through my nose, and out through my mouth, but all I could manage were quick, sharp gasps.

The lack of oxygen to my brain, I at least hoped, would allow me to black out long enough to forget the masked people in black vests, but as my luck was going… it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Time and time again, in the future, I would find myself comparing their shaky, foul breaths to my own panicked, scared gasps.

I had sat in shock, like any stupid person in a panic attack, frozen, wide eyed.

One of them had me in its grasp, but I continued staring, stupid and young as I was.

Its face was hardly three centimeters away from my face, and I distractedly noticed that its breaths came out cold, but more ‘soul shattering’ rather than ‘cool summer breeze.’

Whoever, or whatever it was, was staring at me with a crazed look in its eyes.

I call it an ‘it’ because I couldn’t find a better descriptive term.

Male? Female? I didn’t know. Nor could I determine that, actually.

It was about to say something; I saw its gray lips part slightly.

But nothing except a garbled murmur escaped as I plunged the broken steel bar of the school bus seat into its lungs.

I watched, as if in slow motion, as its breathing stopped and its eyeballs rolled backwards.

The limp figure was just about to fall on me as its limbs lost all strength.

I pushed it aside with all the strength I could muster and ripped off the mask.

I still couldn’t tell its gender.

Hair tied in a short ponytail, a hood went all around its head, almost covering the face as well.

Its face was peaceful, now with the crazed look gone. I had found the differences an indication of ugliness, but then again, who was to judge the beauty of humans in general? I tried to not be judgmental as I looked on, but its facial features shocked me, the beauty hidden, but hinted.

It may not have been beautiful to me, but deep in my heart, I felt heartache for this creature that was surely not human.

The eyes, mouth and nose were perfectly aligned, angular, and almost hard if the creature tried at a smile, however, in its sleep, the features were softened, almost to the point in which it looked delicate.

This face would never be forgotten.

In its hands was a nicely carved handle leading to a sharp blade.

The sharp blade didn’t look like much, but it could produce a sharper pain than any other weapon I have ever known of.

Trust me, I know, because a second later, I had taken the knife and plunged it into my stomach.

There were too many of them, and only I left on my side. The only way I could survive was if they presume I’m dead.

I believe that’s what they had come for.

I think that’s why my whole bus load of school friends, including my father- the driver, and my mother-accompanying me, had to die.

Because of me.

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Character introduction: 

Hana; 19 

Although Hana had never been considered the 'social butterfly', she had been living a relatively comfortable life until a fatal car crash left her as the lone survivor. She is unaware of the reason as to why she is being chased down by a bunch of 'alien-seeming creatures.' However, being recognized as a child prodigy since young, she worked hard to become any regular student with average marks and average appearance, so she was to not stand out in a crowd and once again be found by these unknown enemies.  

Onew; Age Unknown

He is identified as the person that consistently has a smile on his lips, although, truly, he worries alone. 

He likes to appear as someone that depends on luck, so that he would keep everybody's spirits high, but in fact, he works hard so that he doesn't disappoint others. In the eyes of his friends, he is an ever-so-strong wall that never falls. However, he is the strongest of all his friends, but at the same time, also the clumsiest. 

Key; Age Unknown

He is the rather 'motherly' figure in the group and believes that it is his responsibility to take care of them. He is a complete neat freak that needs all things to be in complete order for him to relax, and Jonghyun's carelessness happens to constantly get on his nerves. Being quite feminine, he gets into his occasional mood swing where he snaps at everybody. 

Min Ho; Age Unknown

He is viewed as an elegant and sensitive man that truly is clever on his own terms. He never underestimates an enemy and is observed to be a guy that stays away from conflict, but tries to resolve it when things calm down. He is calm and collected, almost to the point in which it is scary. 

Being so silent, he almost always overhears things he shouldn't, and it causes him great pain when he cannot tell the complete truth. He also happens to be an excellent tactist, because he is thoughtful and specific, so his planned attacks are almost always flawless. 

Jonghyun; Age Unknown

Fiery in temper but creative in nature, he is the fiercest of the group, but also the one that sits secretly in a corner and composes poetry. In the beginning, he dislikes Hana, and finds her a nuisance, as she thinks the same of him, but the two are a lot more similar than they would think. 

His belief for justice makes him impatient when it comes to justifying wrongs, and so he constantly gets into heated arguments with others, though he never means for it to be hurtful.

Taemin; Age Unknown

Young as he is, he also happens to be especially clever, and, ironically, naive. 

Because he is so young, he happens to be the one many of the other group members consult when they have a problem, as they are sure that he wouldn't understand enough to spread it around. However, although he understands, he locks the secrets of the others deep in his heart. 

Jae Joong; 16

Timid and shy, Jae Joong is constantly bullied in school, and laughed at due to the large part of his life being kept inside a closet. When his parents get arrested for selling illegal drugs, he is finally let out of the closet where his parents had kept him for 16 years, unless they were to bring him out to beat him. The world reacts to his tragedy in one of two ways: they either pity him or laugh at him. 

Hana, on the other hand, kept her distance from him, but kindly, and secretly, found ways to shoo his bullies away when they were to go and attack him. He attends a High School across the street from Hana's University. 

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“I need to protect a secret I don’t even know about? How can you request something so difficult of me? Ask me to help you conquer the world, and I will be able to plan out our attacks. Asking me to catch a shadow? I see that this secret is beyond my understanding, as you seem keen on pointing that out, but like your shadow, this secret will never be mine to keep. You come to me with a request to help you, but I don’t understand what I am helping you do.” The five men in the room saw nothing of it, but Hana’s mind filled with fear at their trust, at their hope.

“We are not requesting anything from you; we are trying to save you.” The following words were unspoken, but the saddened tint in his eyes exclaimed all he wanted her to know. They, or at least him, was trying to protect her.

“Why are you running away Hana? You, of all people, should know what death’s door feels like!”

“I do,” Hana said quietly, recovering from the silence that followed Onew’s words. “But, Key, you guys, of all people, should understand the loneliness following survival. When you are the last one standing, you look around you, and all you see are corpses. The innocent die protecting you and you don’t even understand the reason why. Yes, I stand today, but you don’t know the nightmares I have at night.”

“ it up,” Jonghyun growled, but it seemed as if he was scolding himself rather than her. “ it up.” He repeated, whispering the words this time, and closing his eyes to block off the world… and its tortures.

“Don’t tell her to withstand something we will never be able to experience. “ The forever gentle MinHo sighed, once again trying to be sensitive to Hana’s feelings.

Taemin lay alone in the corner, his whimpers echoing the empty room. His mangled limb rested on the bed, while the rest of him lay, tiredly, across the hardwood floor.

“Taemin’s blood flow because of you, and now his blood is shed because of you, Hana. All five of our last breaths belong to you Hana, and we hang on now, by the last thread of our hope, because we know you haven’t given up.”

“I’m telling you guys to LEAVE, and you somehow come to the insane conclusion that I don’t want to give up, Onew?” Hana attempted a sarcastic snicker, but she suddenly realized that all her strength had been used to stop herself from breaking down right then, right there.

“Abandoning us now won’t stop us from sacrificing for you, Hana. Don’t be selfish and think only of us… think of all the other people. We’re a mere 5 in 7 billion.”

Was that it? Was Hana doing this to save them? Hana didn’t understand herself anymore… what happened to the Hana that would do anything to protect herself? Oh yeah, that Hana didn’t have 5 men running to protect her from any storm. That Hana had only herself.

“Don’t try to stand alone anymore, Hana.” 

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- ICEDCOFFEE 

P.S. Sorry for writing this when I'm almost falling asleep haha :P Hope there weren't too many grammatical errors, or confusing things... 

AND THANKS TO BangBangVIP from http://corruptivemind.blogspot.com for the too cool poster and background!!!!! :P *Round of applause?* :P