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Warning: mild gore, violence, tragedy (hope you like it! your idea was beautiful tbh *_* i just felt so inspired to write this hahaha)

I had to become one of them. That was my very first mission.

At first, they welcomed me, treated me like one of them, never suspected me despite my unnatural silver hair and the birthmark on my arm that looked more like a tattoo. We were one. We were a family. 

But one day, my mission changed. I had to kill them.

Target 1: [Oh Sehun]

“Hyung!” Sehun rushes towards me ecstatically, away from the others who are currently preoccupied with leaving the sweat-stained air. He has a phone in his hands and a sweet smile on his face as he clings onto me, unaware that I am a heartless robot putting on a fake, cheerful facade. “Let’s do that Han River game with our fans again!" 

"Sure.” I reply, pushing down my emotions of fear as I let Sehun drag me outside our change rooms towards the other exit, away from the others. The cold evening air hits our faces, and I wonder how oblivious Sehun is to what I’m about to do to him. He takes a picture of the two of us, then posts it to his Instagram account, letting out an innocent laugh as he does so. As we search our surroundings, he looks to see whether there are fans lurking, while I check to see whether there is anyone nearby that can see the murder I am about to commit. 

Upon seeing no one, part of me (the subdued part of me) feels more agitated while the larger part of me feels calm. Sehun is giggling with his deep voice, covering his mouth with his hand like he always does, and somehow, a part of me softens.

That doesn’t stop me.

Giggling is the last thing Sehun does, because by the time I’m done with him, I have his throat slit with the hidden knives in my knuckles and his body thrown into the Han river with a flick of my hand. Maybe I’m softer than I thought I was, because I throw his beloved phone along with him.

Target 2: [Kim Minseok]

When I walk back, the signals sent towards my mechanically engineered brain is [Kill Kim Minseok. Kill Kim Minseok]. I return to the dorms to find Yixing, Kyungsoo and Minseok there, rejuvenating after a long hard day of training.

“Where’re the others?” I ask smoothly as I take off my shoes, being careful as to hide the small drop of Sehun’s blood on the wrinkle of the knuckle of my thumb. 

“They’ve gone out to grab dinner for us.” Yixing replies.

“Where’s Sehun?” Kyungsoo asks.

“He’s going to play by the Han River now.” I reply with a falsely formulated grin derived from the computer chips inside my brain. I watch Kyungsoo roll his eyes as Yixing somehow shivers. 

“Not that game again …” Kyungsoo mutters to himself.

“Where’s Minseok-hyung?” I ask once again. Yixing points down the hallway. 

“He’s showering." 

Without another word, I start down the hallway, aware of Yixing’s eyes on me. He suspects is the first thing that enters my mind as I turn a corner and open the bathroom door. At first, Minseok doesn’t notice, but as I inch closer and he turns around, he lets out a huge yelp.

"Chanyeol, what are you -” He never gets to finish his thought, because in a split second my amazing speed had taken place, and in a span of two seconds I had Minseok’s head twisted at a wrong angle and had him hanging in the air, suspended by the shower curtains. My professionalism in this part of the mission failed, as I had made too much of a sound.

“Hyung! Are you okay?” I hear Yixing shout, and my supersonic ears hears him walking down the hallway. The information has my mind processing, and in a fraction of a second my voice had been altered to fit Minseok’s.

“Yeol, that’s not funny!” I say, ending with a breathless laugh as I kick the water to make splashing sounds. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Then I switch back to the original deep voice that distinguishes me from everyone else, and I laugh using that voice. I hear Yixing hesitate for a long while, and I feel a subdued part of me wanting him to open the door, but instead my laser eyes see through the door and turn corners until I have Yixing in my vision. He eventually shakes his head and walks back to the living room, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

After a minute, I step out of the still running shower, not bothering to dry myself since time is tight and Yixing is a danger in my brain. Red signals continue to sound because Yixing had been so close to finding out. 

[Warning: Get rid of Zhang Yixing]

I speed outside the door like a blur and appear in the hallway, hearing music float in my ears from the living room. When I approach the living room, I stop there, examining the surroundings carefully. 

Yixing has his back to me, earphones in and music playing so loud that even without supersonic ears, a normal human would be able to hear it clearly. I walk towards him, hand morphing into two blades formed like scissors, but before I can attack him, I see something else in my vision. 

Do Kyungsoo.

[Threat: Do Kyungsoo.]

Immediately I change targets and turn to Kyungsoo. I look into his wide, innocent eyes for two seconds, my softening heart giving him the chance to relive his last few moments before the two blades on my arm extend like pythons striking, stabbing him one in the face and the other in his stomach. As quickly as it had extended, the blades retract, and in a span of a few seconds, as I watch Kyungsoo fall down like a lifeless, soundless doll with blood pooling out of his visible insides, the blades slowly shrink, my palm and fingers re-emerging. Part of me (the small part of me) breaks upon seeing this scene, but the larger part of me remains emotionless.

“What the -” I have predicted this, in which I turn around and face Yixing, my original target. His eyes are wide yet his eyebrows turned down. Surprisingly there is no fear - just shock, and a raw pain so livid and intense that it pulls at the metal wires in my heart. The world turns dark as my fingers become millions of hard wires. I wind them around Yixing’s body, about to pull them so it will break Yixing’s body into a million pieces, but at the last moment, I stop.

“Chanyeol -” I don’t wait to hear the rest, because right then I pull. A sound of meat being squished fills the entire air as well as the sound of meat and blood flying everywhere. I can feel the warmth of bits touching my body, and it is only after a minute or two do I dare open my eyes. The entire room is showered with litres of blood. 

Silently, I leave the dorm, still hearing the sounds of rushing water from the bathroom.

To be continued.

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