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Dear Mr. Jeon Jungkook,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been offered a spot at the School of Supernatural.
Along with this letter you will find your school ID card and the keys to your dorm room. I must stress that you absolutely do not lose your school ID before term starts. You may not be allowed into the school until the spring term as you will not be first allowed in without this ID.
Please refer to your chosen representative for any questions you may have before move in and orientation one week from when you receive this letter.
Again, congratulations on your acceptance. We look forward to meeting you in person soon.
Yours truly,
Daniel Armand Lee
Headmaster of School of Supernatural
Jungkook stared at the letter in his hand, incredulous. In his other hand he held the aforementioned ID and set of identical keys. He slowly looked up to gaze at the rather apathetic man in a suit sitting across from him.
“This is a joke, right?” Jungkook asked in disbelief. “You’re just fucking with me.”
The man’s expression did not waver. “No.”
Jungkook frowned. “You expect me to believe that I’m meant to be going to this…” He checked the letter again. “School of Supernatural?” He let out a small laugh at how ridiculous it all sounded. Yeah, right. Scammers were going all out these days. “Look, dude, your effort into all this is incredible. I mean, the suit, the whole ‘secret agent’ thing you’ve got going on and not only making a fake letter, but also these?” Jungkook held up the ID and keys while shaking his head. “Nice try, though. Maybe it will work on someone else.”
The man simply stared at him emotionlessly. “This is not a joke, Mr. Jeon.”
“Yeah, of course,” he replied dismissively. Standing up, he held out the letter for the man to take. “You can take these and leave now. Thanks for stopping by.”
The man did not move. What is with this guy? Jungkook had made it very clear that the game was up. He must be crazy or desperate. Maybe both.
“Please sit down, Mr. Jeon.”
“Are you seriously telling me what to do in my own home?”
The man reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a newspaper clipping. Unknown Person Lifts Up A 2 Ton Car To Save A Trapped Child With Their Bare Hands read the headline. “This is you, is it not?”
Jungkook froze, his hands tightening around the letter. Shit, shit, shit . Too late, he answered, “No.”
The man raised an eyebrow, the first shift of expression since he’d arrived. “No?”
Jungkook shook his head vigorously. “No, that’s not me. Get out of my house.”
He stayed put. “Mr. Jeon, the School of Supernatural offers a place to those who are just beginning to experience their supernatural abilities. It seems like you have begun manifesting yours.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as his frustration and nervousness grew. He could feel his heart pounding loudly in his ears. “Did you not hear me? I said, that’s not me. Now, for the last time, get out of my fucking house!”
The man finally stood up, straightening his jacket. “One week from today, I will be back to pick you up to go to the institution. Please be ready and packed by then. Good day to you.”
And then the man was gone. Jungkook let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and willed himself to relax. Taking deep breaths, he sat down again and reread the letter. He read it again for a third time. And a fourth.
Bullshit. It was all bullshit. Scoffing a little, he crumpled up the letter and tossed it over his shoulder. His eyes fell on the goddamn newspaper clipping the man had left behind. The grainy picture of someone in all black with their back facing the camera lifting up a car that was trapping a young child underneath its mass. Jungkook closed his eyes, his mind traveling back to last week.
Jungkook opened the door and stood out on his porch. Dark clouds were rolling in and the wind was beginning to become stronger. A storm was brewing and would hit soon. Well, there was enough time to go for a quick run. Throwing up the hood up of his sweatshirt, he took off.
The rhythm of his feet hitting the concrete and his deep breathing was his soundtrack for today. It would have to do, as his iPod was currently broken. A clap of thunder boomed, followed by the crack of lightning in the sky. And so the downpour began. While he usually didn’t mind a little bit of rain, this storm seemed to be getting more and more violent as time went on. The wind had picked up speed and force, knocking his hood back several times and making it harder to run at a proper speed. The rain pelted him with the force of a BB gun bullet. It was probably better to start heading back home; there was no point in trying to fight the storm and risk getting sick. Slowing down his pace, he prepared to turn back. That’s when he heard it.
It was almost indiscernible given the loud gusts of wind and bouts of thunder, but it was there. A weak wailing pierced through the storm. Jungkook scanned the area quickly, trying to locate the source. His eyes zeroed in on a pair of short legs sticking out under a sitting car. The kid must have gotten stuck, probably while trying to retrieve a lost toy or something of the sort. Jungkook ran over and bent down by the side of the car. A young boy with tears streaming down his face was sobbing and clutching onto a rubber ball. He shrunk back when he saw Jungkook, fear in his pale face.
“Help me,” the boy begged. “I’m stuck, and it hurts!”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here,” Jungkook assured the boy gently. “You need to stay still, okay? Try not to move.” When the boy nodded, Jungkook stood up and moved to the back of the car when the boy was stuck. He placed his hands under the car and attempted to lift it up. It lifted up a little, but not enough for the boy to crawl out. He grit his teeth and strained, but the car was too heavy. He wasn’t strong enough to lift it on his own.
“Help!” he shouted out. “Someone, anyone, I need help!”
Jungkook could hear the boy actively cry again, this time for his mother. He squeezed his eyes shut, his muscles flexing in effort to help the boy escape. Another roar of thunder. The boy’s cries seemed to be getting louder. Lightning cracked. His grip was beginning to slip.
“Come on,” he said through clenched teeth, pulling the car upwards with all the strength in his body. “Come on, come on, come on !”
Then, something changed. Confused, he opened his eyes. What in the hell?
His arms were holding the back end of the car all the way up. The car was suddenly weightless. The boy stared up at him in awe while quickly standing up and stumbling backwards. Once the boy was a safe distance away, Jungkook dropped the car.
“Thank you, mister!” the boy yelled before taking off in the direction of his home. Jungkook barely heard him. Well, actually, Jungkook heard him a little too clearly. The boy’s voice should have been somewhat hard to hear because of how loud the storm was. But Jungkook heard him as if he was right next to his ear.
This was too crazy. His body felt numb. Without looking back, he ran home.
Jungkook’s ringtone pierced through the memory, snapping him back to the present. Shaking his head to rid himself of the uneasiness he was feeling, he picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, come over.”
“Wow, Lee, I’m doing fine, thanks for asking.”
“Well, you picked up the phone, so I know you’re not dead.”
“Ever heard of common courtesy?”
“Nope,” replied Lee. “Anyways, to more important things, come over and play Overwatch.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes but the corners of his lips turned up in amusement. Trust Lee to only call for one of two reasons: food, or Overwatch. “I always beat you, though. Are you sure you want to lose again?”
Lee scoffed, offended. “Don’t be an egotistical asshole, you don’t always beat me.”
“When was the last time you won, Lee?”
Silence. Then, “Are you gonna come over or not?”
Jungkook smirked. “Be there in ten.” Hanging up, he threw the ID and keys that were still in his hand onto the table, glanced back at the crumpled up letter, before opening the front door and leaving the house.
“Jesus Christ, Lee, you keep getting worse and worse at this game.” Jungkook and Lee were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Lee’s TV, intently focused on the game at hand. Jungkook, of course, was winning and Lee grew more and more frustrated.
“Damn you!” Lee glared at a grinning Jungkook who’d just killed his healer. “Not Lucio!”
Jungkook shrugged, keeping his eyes on the TV screen. “You’re shit at this game, I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“More like you’re cheating.”
“How the fuck am I cheating?” Jungkook laughed as Lee swore after his player got shot while trying to find shelter. “Oh no, Lee, looks like I’m about to win yet again...HA!” Jungkook pumped his fists in the air while Lee threw his controller down. “Jeon Jungkook wins!”
“This isn’t fair,” groaned Lee, placing his heads in his hands.
“Don’t be so overdramatic,” Jungkook retorted, shoving him a little. “I won, so you’re paying for the pizza.”
“We never agreed to that!” he protested.
“Yes we did, you just don’t want to do it.” They both turned their heads as the doorbell rang. “Speak of the devil,” Jungkook snickered. Lee kicked him lightly on his way out, an irritated look on his face. Jungkook didn’t take it too seriously. He knew Lee was just annoyed at losing. He pulled out his phone and began absentmindedly going through his social media.
“Lee!” he called after his friend hadn’t returned for over five minutes. “Come on, man, I’m starving!” When he got no response, he tried again. “Lee?” Jungkook stopped what he was doing when Lee didn’t respond yet again. A wave of uneasiness creeped over him. He got up and walked out of Lee’s room and looked over the railing to the floor below. He saw nothing. He heard nothing. Something in him was screaming that something was wrong. The hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck were standing up, and a tight knot was forming in his stomach. Something wasn’t right .
“Lee?” Jungkook slowly made his way down the stairs. “Lee, you better not be fucking with me, man.” He glanced into the kitchen to his right. Lee wasn’t there. Then he turned to the left. His phone slipped from his hand and crashed onto the ground.
“ LEE! ”
Lee was limp on the ground, eyes round with fright and mouth wide open in a silent scream, held down by the pizza delivery boy. He was barely struggling, his hands weakly clawing at his captor. Loud slurping and sucking noises drew Jungkook’s horrified gaze to Lee’s neck, where the delivery boy’s jaw was latched onto his jugular. The boy’s head snapped up at the sudden noise. A stark white face, savagely stained with Lee’s blood, with primal black eyes locked onto Jungkook, who was still standing paralyzed. The boy bared his unnaturally sharp canines in a wild snarl, blood dripping. Jungkook couldn’t move, even when the boy let go of Lee and crouched, ready to take Jungkook next. His eyes landed on his friend’s. Lee’s eyes were growing dim. He opened his mouth to say something but only blood, gurgling and streaming down his face, came out. The light was out. Lee was still.
Everything went red as something in Jungkook snapped.
The delivery boy roared and lunged at Jungkook.
Everything was a blur.
All Jungkook felt was rage.
Ferocious, primitive, grief-driven rage.
Kill.
Destroy.
Slaughter.
Those three words repeated as a mantra in his head.
Kill .
Destroy .
Slaughter .
Then silence.
Jungkook was breathing heavily. He blinked several times to clear his blurred vision. He looked down at his now torn and tattered clothing. Surprisingly, he was unharmed. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at his feet, where the headless body of the pizza delivery boy laid. With a noise of disgust, he realized he was gripping the boy’s head by his hair in his hand. The boy’s face was frozen in a look of shock at being overpowered so quickly. Dropping the head, Jungkook stumbled back, falling to the ground and pulling his knees into his chest.
This can’t be happening . His body couldn’t stop shaking and rocking back and forth as he stared at the scene in front of him. The boy’s head had rolled a little ways from the body. There was no blood. If that was strange, it barely registered with Jungkook who let out a small helpless sob as his eyes landed on his friend. Lee … His eyes were staring up at the ceiling, unmoving and void of any life. There was still a steady leakage of blood from the savage bite mark in his neck. I’m so sorry, Lee , Jungkook thought in despair. I’m sorry . He suddenly felt extremely nauseous. He doubled over and began dry heaving, unable to catch his breath or get Lee’s blank face out of his mind.
“Jungkook?”
Jungkook jumped back, frantically crawling backwards from the voice until he realized who it was. The man with the letter. His eyes were sharp and alert as he stepped into the house. He looked down at Lee’s dead body, then to the pizza delivery boy. His eyes widened before he rushed over to Jungkook, who was still sitting in shock.
“Are you hurt?” the man demanded, kneeling beside him and taking one look at Jungkook’s ripped clothing. Jungkook opened his mouth but nothing came out except a strangled sob. “Jungkook, I need you to answer me, are you hurt?” he repeated, a little more gently. With great effort, Jungkook shook his head. The man let out a sigh of relief, looking over his shoulder at the decapitated body, before turning back to Jungkook and helping him up and leading him outside. It was pitch black outside. “My car is the red Toyota camry. Go sit in there and wait for me.”
Immediately, Jungkook shook his head, trying to pull away and go back in the house. “Lee...I-I can’t just leave him---”
The man shook his head firmly. “I’m sorry, Jungkook, but you need to do as I say. We need to get you out of here. Do you have your school ID and keys on you?”
“No,” Jungkook replied, still trying to get out of the man’s iron grip. “I can’t leave Lee---let me go!”
“Jungkook, stop, please,” the man pleaded, looking around to check if any of the neighbors had come out from the noise.
“I said let me go!”
The man sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, Jungkook.” Before Jungkook could finally pull away, the man placed his forefinger and his thumb on Jungkook’s temple and said commandingly, “ Sleep .”
Jungkook went limp, his vision going dark.