Chapter 7
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Chapter 7
Due to his own anger, no coherent thoughts ran through his head, only emotion. The occasional question would surface before being pushed down by a wave of anger, frustration and confusion.
He only saw two people since his forced stay in the facility. The woman who injected him with a questionable liquid and a man who wheeled him, in a freaking wheelchair!, into a literal cage.
He felt like a rabid dog. The more he realized that, the angrier he became. He barely stopped himself from punching the bars in front of him, momentarily remembering the literal shock he received last time and he did not want to become paralyzed once more.
No, he had to come up with a plan. He had to get his head straight.
The boys ears pricked at the sound of approaching footsteps, he focused on the sound, only finding one person, and, the sound of something rusty spinning? Wheels?
Once the offender stood in front of his cage, Jihoon's blood boiled. Not just because of the smirk on the unknown mans face, but because the wheel chair he held between his skin cracked hands.
Without a word, the man moved forward, pulling a key out of his pocket. Jihoon was so focused on the item to set him free that he didn't notice the silver cylinder in the mans other hand.
It was only a mere second.
But that's all he needed.
It took the caged boy just a second to shot forward and wrap his long fingers around the mans leathery neck. Alas, all seconds fall short and he crumbled to the ground once he felt electricity jolt through his very being.
To the boys ever growing shock, the unnamed man threw his head back and laughed.
Jihoon felt a growl rumble from deep within his body from the mans insane action. Just who the are these people?
The man continued to laugh as he dragged Jihoon's limp body onto the old wheel chair.
"Now that was enthralling boy! I'm going to have fun with you!" the man happily shouted as he wheeled the captive down the hall.
Jihoon's head fell down, causing him to focus on his fingers that were secured around the thin arm rests on either side of him. Sweat littered his brow when he tried to simply move his pinky. He didn't realize it was previously possible, but his anger was growing (shocking that he hasn't literally exploded yet due to the anger swirl
February 24th, 2013
Jihoon's throat was raw, his knuckles bruised with slim gashes, his nostrils flaring and his eyes glowing with unadulterated anger.
Due to his own anger, no coherent thoughts ran through his head, only emotion. The occasional question would surface before being pushed down by a wave of anger, frustration and confusion.
He only saw two people since his forced stay in the facility. The woman who injected him with a questionable liquid and a man who wheeled him, in a freaking wheelchair!, into a literal cage.
He felt like a rabid dog. The more he realized that, the angrier he became. He barely stopped himself from punching the bars in front of him, momentarily remembering the literal shock he received last time and he did not want to become paralyzed once more.
No, he had to come up with a plan. He had to get his head straight.
The boys ears pricked at the sound of approaching footsteps, he focused on the sound, only finding one person, and, the sound of something rusty spinning? Wheels?
Once the offender stood in front of his cage, Jihoon's blood boiled. Not just because of the smirk on the unknown mans face, but because the wheel chair he held between his skin cracked hands.
Without a word, the man moved forward, pulling a key out of his pocket. Jihoon was so focused on the item to set him free that he didn't notice the silver cylinder in the mans other hand.
It was only a mere second.
But that's all he needed.
It took the caged boy just a second to shot forward and wrap his long fingers around the mans leathery neck. Alas, all seconds fall short and he crumbled to the ground once he felt electricity jolt through his very being.
To the boys ever growing shock, the unnamed man threw his head back and laughed.
Jihoon felt a growl rumble from deep within his body from the mans insane action. Just who the are these people?
The man continued to laugh as he dragged Jihoon's limp body onto the old wheel chair.
"Now that was enthralling boy! I'm going to have fun with you!" the man happily shouted as he wheeled the captive down the hall.
Jihoon's head fell down, causing him to focus on his fingers that were secured around the thin arm rests on either side of him. Sweat littered his brow when he tried to simply move his pinky. He didn't realize it was previously possible, but his anger was growing (shocking that he hasn't literally exploded yet due to the anger swirl
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