Endings are just new beginnings in disguise

⚠️Gore Ahead⚠️

Jongki's spine tingled as he felt a shift in the air, the hairs on his neck standing on end. Before he could react, his body was struck with the force of a flying kick, sending him hurtling several feet across the room, crashing hard into the cold, metallic floor.

Jk landed smoothly, his feet coming to rest with the grace of a predator. He flexed his neck, loosening the tension, his eyes cold and empty, like a mirror reflecting S's deadly calm. He watched as Jongki struggled to push himself back to his feet, his limbs shaking with pain and fear. The sight filled Jungkook with an unsettling satisfaction. To see the infamous gang leader of Eclipse reduced to crawling like a half-dead insect—it was a thing of beauty. Three years. Three years of bloodshed, vengeance, and waiting—finally coming to an end. But in Jungkook's mind, an ending was simply the beginning of something else.

Jongki's hands were trembling as he crawled forward, only to come face to face with the cold boots of his enemies. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in panic as he saw who loomed above him. His worst nightmare. Jeon Jungkook stood behind him, an ironclad presence, and before him, Kim Taehyung. The two of them—his enemies—formed a deadly wall he could not escape.

Jongki felt the grip of fear tighten in his chest as Taehyung's cold eyes locked onto his. With a swift motion, Taehyung yanked him up by his hair, lifting his face to meet his glare. "You showed no mercy to a child," Tae spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Even death would be disgusted by you."

Jongki's pulse hammered in his ears as he kicked Taehyung's shin in a desperate attempt to break free, stumbling back on unsteady legs.

Taehyung was a steel blade, unmoved by the kick. Blood still dripped from his previous injuries, but adrenaline surged through him, sharpening his every sense. He stepped forward, his eyes burning with vengeance, and delivered two precise punches to the sore spots on Jongki's body, the impact resounding like a drumbeat in the silent room.

Before Jongki could recover, Jungkook was upon him, his strong hands wrapping around his chest and lifting him off the ground. With a twist, he sent Jongki spiraling to the floor before locking him in a headlock. The pressure was suffocating. Jongki gasped for air, only to hear Jungkook's low voice in his ear, cold and full of venom.

"You killed a girl in front of her mother's eyes," Jungkook whispered, his breath cold against Jongki's ear. "I wish I could torture you like this every day." The words sent a chill down his spine as he felt the sharp edge of a dagger pressed against his back, the blade sinking into his spine with a sickening sound.

Jongki howled in agony, his body writhing in pain as the blade tore through his flesh. He squirmed, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't escape the grip of death closing in around him. Through the pain, he could see Taehyung standing just a few feet away, a twisted grin playing on his lips as he watched Jongki suffer.

"Watch all of your best men die in front of your eyes!" Jungkook's voice rang out, and his grip tightened. "10!" The first body dropped from above, a thud echoing in the cavernous space as Eclipse's top hacker hit the ground. His lifeless eyes stared at Jongki, haunting in their emptiness.

"9!" Another body fell, a bullet hole visible in the back of the man's head as he crumpled to the floor. His empty gaze locked with Jongki's, his last breath the final judgment.

The countdown continued.

"8!" "7!" The bodies kept falling, one after another. Each drop was a thunderous drumbeat that echoed in Jongki's chest, shaking him to the core. His mind, once sharp and ruthless, began to fracture as he watched the carnage unfold. He had always been the one to deal death, to watch others fall. But now, it was his turn to witness the slaughter of his own men—his closest allies. It was a fate worse than death.

"1!" The final body dropped. It was Alia Mustafi, his trusted underboss—the one woman who had stood by him, a symbol of power and respect within Eclipse. She had been with him for  years, her wisdom and diplomacy the backbone of his gang's success. But now, her life was nothing more than a twisted memory.

Her body hit the ground with a sickening thud, the soaked burkha clinging to her form like a second skin. Blood pooled around her as her black eyeliner streaked across her pale face, still visible even in death. Her hands were mutilated, fingers missing, the brutal image of her demise a testament to the cruelty of those who had orchestrated this massacre.

Jongki's heart shattered. For the first time in his life, he felt the weight of true loss, the agonizing sting of helplessness. He had spent years ruling with fear and violence, but now, he was the one left to wallow in the consequences of his actions.

Jungkook released him, and Jongki collapsed onto his knees, unable to stop the wave of grief and despair that overwhelmed him. His cries echoed through the hall, raw and unrestrained. His world, once a place of power and dominance, had crumbled to dust before his eyes. He was nothing. Eclipse was ashes.

As his wails subsided, a presence drew near. S crouched down to his level, her hair falling over her face like a dark veil. In his panic, he hadn't even noticed her approach.

"I begged for your mercy that day," she said softly, her voice a stark contrast to the chaos around them. Her hand rested on his shoulder, her fingers digging in like claws. "I was ready to do anything for you. She was just a five-year-old child. She didn't deserve to witness that bloodbath. You took advantage of a helpless mother." Her grip tightened painfully. "Song Jongki... if I could, I would rip your eyeballs from their sockets. But today, I won't fight."

She stood up, her movements fluid and predatory. "Today, I'm here to feed the monster with eternal satisfaction." Her laughter was cold, haunting. "You wanted to control S. Fool!" she declared, her voice echoing with bitter amusement. "The Queen bows to no one."

Jongki's last attempt at defiance came in a frenzied, desperate burst. He staggered to his feet, fumbling for the gun hidden beneath his torn blazer. His hands shook as he aimed it at Taehyung, a maniacal grin spreading across his bloodied face.

"I was waiting for this moment!" Jongki shrieked, his voice cracking with madness. His finger squeezed the trigger, but the shot never came.

"Phoebe! Shoot the target!!" Jungkook's command rang through the air like a thunderclap, followed by the sharp, deafening sounds of multiple gunshots.

"NO!" Sri's scream tore through the silence as Jongki's blood sprayed across her, splattering on her face, her clothes, clouding her vision with a sea of red. Her lips parted in disbelief as the horror unfolded before her eyes. The moment seemed to stretch into eternity, the world around her fading into the rush of her heartbeat.

Even Jungkook stood frozen for a split second, his heart pounding in his chest. Had he been too late by mere seconds? The thought gnawed at him, but he quickly shoved it aside as he watched Jongki's body crumple to the floor. The sickening thud of his death echoed in the hall.

Jongki's blood dripped down, staining the floor as Sri's breath caught in her throat. But then, in that moment of crushing despair, a presence behind him grounded her. She turned, her eyes wide, and saw her husband, standing tall and unharmed. He had dodged the bullet—thanks to her training. The first lesson she had ever taught him: defense.

Jungkook let out the breath he had been holding, his body relaxing ever so slightly as Taehyung moved to Sri, wrapping her tightly in his arms. "It's over. I'm fine. We're both fine." His voice was soft, but the relief was palpable as tears streamed down his face, his hands holding her close as if afraid to ever let go.

Sri could hardly believe it. The world around her slowed, her heart thumping in her chest as she felt the warmth of Tae's embrace. She closed her eyes, the tension of years of terror draining out of her as she allowed herself to be held. For a fleeting moment, she let the weight of everything go—her mind and soul taking solace in the security of her husband's arms.

But reality crashed back in when she gently pulled away. Her face was smeared with Jongki's blood, a bitter reminder of the carnage that had just unfolded. Her eyes fell on his lifeless body, ten precise shots to his chest, a perfect execution by the AI bot. The robot had been a tool, a weapon designed by Jungkook, luring Jongki into the automated building. It had worked flawlessly, just as he had planned. The campus was a fortress, and only Jungkook had control over it.

Sri's mind flashed back to that dreadful night—the night her daughter had been tortured, the desperation she had felt, willing to sacrifice her own life to protect her little girl. The sound of water splashing still echoed in her ears, a haunting reminder of the horror. She inhaled deeply, the pain, the anguish, the paranoia—all of it seemed to vanish in that single breath. It was over. Her family was safe. No one would dare come near S again.

She opened her eyes and found Jungkook standing before her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes filled with understanding. Taehyung's arm remained around her shoulders, a silent gesture of support and love.

"Let's go home," Jungkook said, his voice calm and steady. It was an invitation to leave this nightmare behind. He turned to lead the couple to the exit, but the tension wasn't over.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Jimin ran in, his face twisted with panic, his breath ragged as if chased by an unseen force.

"The police are here! They have Sherly! They want us to surrender!" His words hit like a punch, and the room instantly froze, a wave of panic spreading through the group, except for Jungkook, who remained eerily calm.

"What! Why now? After everything's done?" Taehyung flipped his hair in frustration, his anger simmering. His hand clenched into a fist. "Why now, of all times?"

Sri's laughter cut through the tension, dark and mocking. "Jung Hoseok is a cunning man. He probably wanted one of us to destroy the other, making the remaining gang members too exhausted to resist, then arresting us all. He's always plotting. Doesn't know when to quit, does he?"

Sri's eyes flicked over to Jungkook, anticipating a fierce response, expecting the Titans to stand firm. The police would be nothing compared to them. She pitied the officers who would meet their doom today. One command from Jungkook, and Phoebe would annihilate them in seconds. But when Jungkook spoke, his words cut through the room like a knife.

"I'll surrender."

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