MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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I thought Taehyung looked awful when we brought him back, but he's even worse.

Laying down only a few feet away from me was a mere shadow of himself. His eye closed up with the swelling so bad that his eyelids melted into his cheek, swallowing up his eye in the purple mess. His nose had been broken and is now fixed with a bandage holding it in the place, wrapped around his head. His lips are dry and cut up, and his cheeks have completely sunk in, apart from the swollen, beaten part.
The sheet is only half covering him, and the hospital clothes they put on him are hanging off of his shoulders, the bones on top of them poking out. His throat is coloured dark blues and purples, like he had something wrapped around it for a long time. I can feel his collarbones just from looking at him, and even his sternum is pushing through the flesh slightly. His hand is wrapped in a cast and resting next to his body. His left leg is uncovered, multiple patched up lines decorating the surface of his thigh and under his knee. They look like knife cuts.

'They fucked me up a little.' He tried to joke, but his voice was too tired and it cut off halfway through, rasping away into a whisper

'They fucked him up a lot. His back is...' Hoseok muttered, and his grimace told me that he really didn't want to continue that.

I walked over slowly, with them spreading away to give me space, and just a slight peek down his back under the gown told me all I needed to know. There were streaks on his skin like they lashed him, and marks that indicate that they burnt him. One on the top of his neck looks like it was fresh, skin still in the bubbling stage.

'You okay?'

'You are asking me if I'm okay? Missed a mirror on the way here?' I ask him back, wondering how many times they actually smacked him over the head

'I know I'm not okay. It hurts to breathe, to be honest. But you... you look...' he kind of let his words hang, letting me figure it out in my own. 'Thank you. You got me out of wherever the hell I was.'

'Speaking of... wanna tell us or...?' Namjoon asks me, but it wasn't an order. It was just a hopeful question.

'Old Saboon Factory. They kept cages in there filled with women. They chained them up and treated them like actual dogs, feeding them dog food. I came for myself, but seeing what they were doing, I got them out. One of the girls told me about a hidden cage, and that's where you were. And don't thank me. I was thinking about leaving you there.'

The last part of my explanation got to them, and mixed emotions swirled the place. While Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jin looked pissed off at my words, the rest looked at me almost like they understood me. And Yoongi didn't even react. Maybe he's in too much pain, or he simply doesn't care.

'Wanted to, but you didn't. I wasn't going to last much longer.'

Not having a thing to say, I just started blankly at him, observing his injuries over and over again. And he was observing me.

'Do you know where they took Rain?'

I don't really feel much about him being here. I don't want him to suffer and be in pain. I wish he never went through this. But looking at him doesn't bring me any peace. It doesn't make me want to hug him for coming back. I have the same feeling I had with Taehyung weeks ago. I with it was her here and not him.

'Seriously?' Hoseok mutters the word angrily, sending me a judging glare. 'He's barely made it, and you can't even pretend to care.'

His words got nearly stuck in his throat at the mere way I looked at him, and his throat moved as he swallowed nervously. I was looking at him, and all I could see was my knife lodged in the side of his neck.

'Hoseok.' Yoongi muttered his name, shaking his head a little for no, telling him to leave it be, then he looked at me. 'I saw her twice. That night when we got taken, and the day after when they carried her body out, pushing it on the bed. I heard them talking about taking her to a hospital to some doctor. I don't know exactly what it is, but I think they're harvesting organs for a cartel in Ilsan.'

Just the thought that they dismembered her made me want to throw up. All I want is for her to rest peacefully. She suffered her entire life, and now she's suffering even in her death.

I gripped my blade, wrapping my fingers around the steel and squeezing it until the physical pain started taking over the emotional one. I gritted my teeth as I watched my palm bleeding on the floor, but not in pain. I gritted my teeth in anger, knowing that I'm too late and that I may never get to her body. Her body must have been torn to pieces by now. It's been months. There's only so much you can do with a dead body.

'But I know where Ren goes often.'

I looked back up at him, my lungs constricting as I stopped breathing in anticipation.

'But I need to warn you, he's not alone. He's got his own guards, and they're not ones to fuck around with.'

'We can take care of the guards.' Namjoon nods as if I'm going to accept their help

'You won't take care of shit. You're going to stay out of my business, or I'm going to kill you along with the guards.'

'Why are you so fucking stupid?? This is not some small cartel that you can clean up on your own. This is the Widows! They have a lot of cartels in their palms.' He argues back

Ignoring him completely, I turned back to Yoongi. 'Where?'

'A brothel near Goyang. Name is the Muse. I heard him mentioning it multiple times when he tortured me.'

That's enough for me.

I whistled once, and Hella jumped to my side as I made a run for the door, and a hand grabbed onto my shoulder.

'Jimin, don't-' A scream loud enough to echo down the hall of the hospital burst through Namjoon's lips as I stabbed a knife into his chest, digging the blade directly under his collarbone.

The second he touched me, I lost all the patience I held within me and took him down, ramming the knife into him and holding it deeply dug into his skin. I warned him. I warned them all.

Panting in anger as I look down at him, I left the knife in him and took another one, placing it on his throat, only to get pulled off of him before I got to swipe it by Jungkook and Hoseok.

'JIMIN!' Hoseok screamed at me, and then went out in an instant when I kicked him so hard that he flew into the wall behind him, slamming his head enough to knock himself out

And Jungkook might be heavier, and in terms of physical strength, he's stronger, but I've been training, and I'm a lot angrier.

'Calm the fuck down!' He growled down my ear, holding me in a chokehold, but he let go as soon as I jammed a knife into his bicep and then threw him over, choking him out until he passed out.

Jin and Taehyung tried to pull me off, but I was holding onto him like a wild dog, watching his face turn red, and then his eyes closed and his body went limp. Only then I let go, and Jin and Tae backed away from me. They were looking at me like I've gone feral, which I have, but there's only so many times I can tell them to fuck off.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. So fast that even Hella didn't know what to do.

I stood there, taking out two more knives as my chest heaved, and my eyes glared at the remaining three still standing.

'We just want to help you.' Jin murmurs, his palms up in surrender

'J. What the fuck happened to you, man?' Yoongi asked in the tone that oozed fear and disappointment, his eyes darting across the room and the mess I've made. I put two to sleep, and Namjoon is struggling to sit up as that knife is sticking out of him.

I didn't want to spend another second in here. My entire being is screaming at me to kill them all, even Yoongi, and I don't want to cause a massacre in the hospital. So, without a word, I ran out the door, hurrying down the hall before I changed my mind and turned around.

I'll use the anger on Ren. My fucking god the things I'm gonna do to this man will make the history of torture ashamed.