《Unnatural Disaster || JJK ✔️》Chapter 22: A Bottle of Whiskey[Edited]
Advertisement
Flashback is in italics
Y/N
"You don't have to do this Y/N-aah. Please let that thing go" a young Yoongi exclaimed with a worried frown smeared all over his face. His gaze was glued to the sister figure in front of him while a torrent of warm tears cascaded down his pale cheeks. A fresh pain of deprivation and loss scorched his heart but the agony of seeing his little sister in such a state hurt him way more.
The girl he had his eyes fixed on was already in too deep to even acknowledge his pleads. With a heavy metal gun weighing her delicate hands down, she held a face deprived of any emotions. It was her first time holding a weapon and yet her face held nothing but calmness, an impaired calmness.
Traces of tears burned to ashes as the girl shrouded herself with a thick layer of nonchalance. Her heart that once boomed with brightest intentions was now burning with the fire of vengeance and with that heavy heart, she lifted her hands up and pulled the trigger.
The bullet missed the target board by a huge distance, crashing with a nearby wall but it didn't miss her soul. It left a gaping hole right through, bringing it to the brink of shattering into dust.
The smiling faces of her parents flashed in front of her eyes and the girl ended up shooting all the bullets in the gun, letting them fly away in several directions. Her hands shivered with anxiety but for some reason she was unable to shed a single drop of tear. May be they had all dried out from the amount she already cried....or maybe she was saving them, keeping them leverage for the day she takes her ultimate revenge.
"Enough Y/N, drop the gun" although he wanted it to be a command, Yoongi's voice betrayed him and he let it out as a broken whimper. Not only did he lose two very important people of his life, he was witnessing his sister, aka, his best friend slowly slipping away too. Although Y/N was standing right in front of him, he could still feel her drifting to somewhere far away.
Advertisement
Her body was right there in the room but what about her soul?
How was the girl who hated sounds of gunshots, who endured years of bullying solely to stay away from those sounds now shooting them so effortlessly?
It made him realize that the Y/N he knew and loved was slowly crawling into hibernation under the mask of a completely new Kim Brute.
"Aaaagghhhhh"
I let out an incited groan pulling onto a fistful of my hair. My biggest mistake was to let those stupid memories into my mind. One flashback led to the another making a series of episodes echo in my head and I was unable to gulp down my frustration.
Memories from a month gravitated to a year and unwelcomed flashes started to return plunging me into a living nightmare. I felt guilty at how I pushed away the only person that genuinely cared about me. He tried so much and yet I turned a cold back at him. I killed my every innocence and where did it lead me?
I loathe myself now!
But what else could I have done? I was blinded by rage. I was angry at how my life betrayed me and even though I should have let it go, I simply couldn't.
Was it wrong of me to choose vengeance over condonation?
Doubt and remorse scorched through my head biting at my composure and I couldn't deal with it anymore. So I jumped off my bed and even if I was in my night pajamas, I didn't care. I kicked open my door and stormed down the flight of stairs, my feet carrying me to the kitchen, right in front of the freezer.
My composure had taken off long ago and I harshly pulled open the refrigerator door, my eyes immediately landing on a fresh bottle of whiskey.
Advertisement
A half empty bottle of alcohol hung loosely from her tired fingers as the girl made her way to her bedroom on the first floor. It was getting hard for her to confer firm steps in that delicate state of intoxication. Y/N have never had alcohol before and gulping more than half a bottle of raw whiskey in her very first attempt wasn't quite helping her situation, although the grief she was dealing with a few minutes ago subsided to some far away distance.
According to her, the relief from the soul wrecking guilt was worth the soaring dizziness and the feeling of nausea. She was amused at how her worries disappeared without even her trying much. Alcohol was the ultimate solution to every problem and she was glad to finally find out the universal truth.
With wobbly steps Y/N managed to reach her room and push the door but for some reason it didn't open. An exhausted whine grumbled up her chest and she pushed harder only to be met with another defeat.
What the heck!?
Unknowingly her eyes drifted down to find out that the door had been bolted from outside and on recalling about it, lines of confusion cased her forehead. She didn't remember locking the door but being drunk to the core, she just shrugged it off and unlocking the barrier she entered the dark premises.
The room was warmer than she was used to, the cold breeze that normally flew in through her balcony was nowhere to be found. In fact, her beloved balcony that she used as a personal garden was nowhere to be found.
Did someone steal my balcony?
The girl started roaming about frantically searching for the bed, knocking a lamp off in the process. Her eyelids felt heavy and a strong wave of lightheadedness pounced on her trembling body. She probably would pass out on the floor if she doesn't find some sort of mattress any time soon.
Y/N strode deeper into the room but stopped abruptly when a voice caught her off-guard.
"Miss Brute? What are you doing in my room?"
A bewildered Y/N turned around only to be met with a yawning Jungkook.
To Be Continued...
Advertisement
Young bloods (WIP)
" So-called leaders prostituted their people to wars and abuse. They destroyed families, culture and economies; their hands dyed red by the blood of the children, the families trampled by their lecherous motivations and diabolical war machines. Trained and taught by the Revenants or rather “young bloods” from their war-torn world, we were going to build a better world for us and for the later generations, a world when there shall be no more wars waged over territory, a world where boys and girls can frolic around for all of eternity." -Sasha, Terutan regular army cadet. ‘History is determined by the victors, and here we stand transcended over those who abused us. History is filled with liars, broken promises of eternal prosperity and peace. The more things change, the more things stayed the same: ideology change, location shift but power will always find a place to rest its head. We fought and bled for the adults, the grown men and women who preached of us being their future, preached us of the freedom from tyranny and slavery; no wonder why we hated them so. History is determined by the victor, and there shall be no victors when we’re done.’- Yulia Bronskavya, Red Army Homeguard. As the first modern war came to a close in November 1st, 1918, rows of passed juveniles laid the battlefields. In the name of some royal fat cats or some shitty national leader, cruelty and crimes were committed against the weak and the vulnerable younglings; in other words, adults were assholes. Their deaths marked a new beginning, a new beginning in a strange and magical land that was and had only been dreamt of in stories and folk tale, they had arrived to Terruta. The first ones regarded themselves as Revenants, heroes who had been able to be reborn in this world and began their adventure to explore this strange foreign land. However, “every coin have two sides, like everyone have two faces”. 'As they left their former life behind, the young soldiers and operators found themselves being deceived, abused and taken advantaged off again by the elders of this world. Many were abused, tortured, raped and sold to slavery, Revenants were quite sought after due to their timeless charm, strength, intellect and immortality, they were unable to be killed no matter what; many were bought and used as pets, slaves and entertainers for their masters’ entertainment. Fed up with the similar treatment and abuse by the adults of this world, many revolted and founded ICC, International Cooperative Coalition.'-Sasaki Kotegawa, JSDF Private.
8 222Finding Stardust
"A man should have a bucket list, don't you think? It'd be nice to see 24 sunsets with you one day." - Haoran Lee "Do you want to see how I would light up the sky for you?" - Crown Prince Therius "I will be there till the stars don't shine." - Xion The Time Master >>>>>On her 17th birthday, Emma Stardust suddenly woke up on top of the Eiffel tower, completely oblivious of how she got there. And then she realized that she could fly. Suddenly all her senses became enhanced and she could also control the earth's elements? She finally realized that her powers were the secret to her past and her missing parents, a royal princess, and a formidable general from a planet called Akkadia who escaped their home planet because they loved each other. Emma was resolute in finding them even if it means she had to go to the end of the universe. Will she meet her parents again? Will she find Akkadia? Will her powers bring her companies... or enemies? Follow Emma's journey as she unravels the mystery surrounding her past and her future, and finds true love in the process. If you like strong FL, space, astronomy, magic, science, and slice-of-life.. You will be spoiled by this book!
8 179Nercokitty!
Legend says, when a cat lives 9 lifes till its natural end. The age and weight of its soul when buired in the soil is too aged for the world to accept. So, a burst of nercomany rises all around it. Leaving the earth under it twisted and haunted by the dead. Where every body not laid to rest propely will rise. What is left behind is a spirt that takes the form of a small black cat, its body and mind one of its old lifes. A wise, old being with acess to hauntingly powerful magic. Like a kitsune, its tail shows its age and power. Legend says, a black cat with two tails can humble a dragon. Legend says, never cross a cat with two tails. For the gods shall not have the power to stich your soul back together. This Nekomata... Is a fucking spoiled little shit.
8 90Nelvinus
The world is destroyed. For one, it’s a new start. He, who suffer almost entire his life has been chosen to be a new creator and to become the last of it. The two souls whose is reincarnated by him is from the same universe as him but in reality, it's a lie told by him to protect both of them. The two souls embark a journey in a new reality and discovering the truth about themselves upon uncover Glitch inside the world of magic.
8 205All Precogs Must Die
In a world where every man, woman, and child has powers of some sort, there is only one ability that is feared above all else. Precognition. Follow Ryan, a false precognitive as he works to join the Power Regulation Agency, the premier organization in charge of categorizing and managing dangerous abilities. Along the way, he will have to face criminals and murderers of the worst sort, while enduring the scorn of his peers and coworkers, as he struggles to overcome the stigma of his own abilities and do something to improve the world. This is my first posted work, and will be participating in Writathon. If there are errors please point them out. If there is constructive criticism, that is also appreciated. No set schedule, updates will occur as chapters are written. [participant in the Royal Road Writeathon challenge]
8 122The Curse-breakers of Avondor || ONC 2022 || ✔
For two months, the Avondorian Mountains were a safe haven. Now, that's about to change. When a scout returns to Anahill with a disturbing message, Audren, the freshly-inaugurated Lord of the Mountains, finds himself faced with a challenge: The Cursed will reach the city within days.Undead, highly dangerous and hungry for human flesh, the Cursed are creatures not to be messed with. Audren refuses to let them slaughter his people and turn them into monsters. He sees only one way to save his home: Breaking the curse that started this terror. Teaming up with a grumpy student mage, Audren ventures into hostile territory. But can this curse even be broken?
8 197