**** Kuebiko - a state of exhaustion inspired by senseless violence ****

I felt sadness, deep, aching, painful sadness as I sat in the woods.

My only companion was a shovel, still damp with the dirt I had lifted from the ground.

My hand rest on top of the mound beside me.

"I'm doing this for you guys. For all of you. You know that, right?"

None or them could respond, of course.

Because I had killed them. But I would make it up, by killing the person who started it all.

In my lap, Namjoon's notebook calmly sat, whispering his secrets to me.

Inside, I had found myself. Every single thought had to do with me. Namjoon had written what he admired about me, on days where he found me so exceptionally beautiful that he had to write it down so he would never forget the feeling he had when he laid his eyes on me, so he had written. Every detail about me was something that he loved. Now, the ink was mixed with salty perspiration, tears that had dried into the paper.

I was not alone, though, not yet.

"We're gonna finish this. And then, and then, I'll be able to join you, or live in peace. I don't know. But I know you'll watch over me, no matter what happens."

I sent one last smile towards the mound before walking back to our home.

I felt anger, blazing, burning fire encompassing me as I walked away from my dead friends.

I would not let it go.

I felt numbness, a suffocating blanket of numbness as I entered Namjoon's favourite car.

I locked eyes with Angel through the rearview mirror, and I felt Star's hand on my knee as I revved the engine.

"It's time for revenge. No matter what happens, I'm going to kill them all."

"And we'll be there to help." Star spoke with conviction, hardly a trace of sadness in her eyes; I knew better.

"I'll always be by your side in whatever you do." I smiled, grateful to have Angel's support again.

My hands were tense on the steering wheel as I drove into town.

As we passed what was left of the gas station where my journey had started, I blew a kiss to where Namjoon had taken his last breath.

I felt it all; pain, anger, guilt, regret, numb, everything.

Seung-Jae was arrogant; he would've underestimated us, and not considered leaving his comfortable base.

I parked right out front; we would move so fast, it wouldn't matter that they might see us coming. I was too angry to take precautions, and I knew the girls would feel the same.

We quickly grabbed our holster belts, clipping them on and grabbing our first choice.

I approached the door in a run, kicking it with such a force that the guards behind it fell to the floor.

I didn't spare a glance at them as I aimed for their heads.

I could feel Star and Angel behind me, and it gave me strength, conviction.

It felt like a dream, as we made our way from floor to floor.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

Jin? You come back at the worst time. You can't convince me to give this up.

With my distracted mind, I faltered, allowing a bullet to graze my shoulder.

Cursing loudly, I slammed against the wall, ducking my head and shooting blindly until I heard a loud oof, and he was done for.

I walked over, staring at his desperate eyes, no empathy in mine as I slowly aimed, closing one eye and watching in satisfaction as his hair filled with blood.

I felt like I wasn't even there, but rather, watching from above.

I felt no physical pain, driven only by the rage that I had let corrupt my body and mind.

These familiar walls held no meaning for me, not until they were splattered with the blood of this repulsive group to which I credited the downfall of my family.

I was exhausted, but I pushed through it, thinking of the dead eyes of my friends. I blamed it on every person that entered my field of vision, taking it out on them mercilessly.

Slowly, the distance between me and the girls grew, but I didn't have time to pay attention to them.

I had to finish this. Somehow, I knew they wouldn't be hurt in this.

So soon, I found myself on the top level, staring at the double doors protecting the man that I held responsible for this.

"Knock knock knock, ready or not, here I come."

I was down to my knife, and a few shots left my revolver.

I'll just have to make it count. For everyone I had killed.

I threw the door open, encompassing the very definition of badass bitch, mixing in with psychosis as my blood boiled.

I ducked behind the door as bullets rattled the air.

Cocky asses, they're using all their bullets on nothing, they'll have to reload soon. Be careful.

Now you care, Jin?

Just focus.

I scowled, waiting for the pause, and I quickly took out the two guards, before blowing the tip of my gun dramatically.

"Seung-Jae, I've been looking forward to this part."

He smiled, his face calm despite his situation.

His situation? What about yours! You only have one bullet left.

"I'm a good shot."

Seung-Jae smiled, slowly standing up, his hands up in the air.

"Perhaps we can talk about this - "

I loudly spun my gun around my finger, my eyes burning holes into his skull.

"Let's finish this fair, why don't we? You're a good girl, I know. You wouldn't call it a victory when you've got the upper hand."

I smirked, dropping the gun and pulling out my knife.

Stupid, you can't trust him.

What's he gonna do, he's never had a gun, what could he possibly -

I lost my breath as I fell to the floor, painfully aware of the bullet going through my chest.

That's what he's gonna do, you righteous idiot.

I took shallow breaths, clutching the wound tightly with one hand.

Seung-Jae waved his gun at me, smug as a child who stole the entire cookie jar.

I quickly threw my knife, nicking his hand as it went right through the trigger guard. It slammed into the wall loudly, and I took the small victory as a brief moment to lay back, panting lowly.

My hand was wet, covered in blood, my own, this time around. And this time, I don't think I will get the chance to try and wash it off.

Seung-Jae gave up on trying to pull my knife out of the wall, sighing regretfully and pulling out his own knife.

"Oh Sin, I thought you'd put up more of a fight, but you're so easy. Still so naive, after all this time?"

He's wasting time, use it to your advantage.

My thoughts exactly.

"You want more of a fight? We took out all your men, and you're disappointed. Figures."

"We? You're not alone?"

"Of course not. Star and Angel are here."

Seung-Jae looked confused, and then he laughed, looking at me with obnoxious pity.

"Oh darling, I had no idea you were in such a.... delicate mental state."

"Quit fucking around, I bet they'll be here any second, and boom, headshot. Maybe we'll take our time, since we have so much of it."

"You don't have time to waste, sweetheart. It's ticking away. Tick, tock, tick, tock."

"You underestimate me, as always. Besides, the others have all the time in the world, even if I don't."

I could feel my energy ebbing away.

"Sweetheart, your friends are dead."

"You overestimate your goons abilities, you know they're terrible."

"Your friends died before you even entered the building."

My head began to hurt, as if a wall was breaking down and letting hell loose. "The boys, but not my girls."

Panic set into my heart; what is he talking about?!

Then, I felt heat on my chest; Star was pressing on my wound, and I smiled in relief, looking up to find Angel kneeling behind me, my head now cradled in her lap.

Good, it was over then. I had the urge to close my eyes, but it wasn't over yet.

Seung-Jae wasn't dead? Why weren't they killing him?

"Your girls? Let's see, I know Star, the short little thing that B-Free killed in the parking lot."

"No! NO! That didn't happen, you're lying. YOU'RE LYING!" My body seized in denial, but I looked to my side, finding no one. Blood once again poured from the hole in my chest.

Where did she go?

Sin..... I'm sorry you found out this way.

"NO!"

Angel pushed me up, and I faltered, leaning on my hands and knees, my hand tightly clutching the oozing wound, while Angel held me up.

"And Angel? I don't know any Angel. There was never an Angel in your group?"

"She - she joined with me." Why did I sound so uncertain?

"Oh! You must mean, your friend, the one we killed in the drive by. Why, she's the reason you joined Bangtan in the first place, don't you remember? Tsk, you've got a bad memory, it's a wonder you even made it this far."

"NO! SHUT UP! YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, STOP TELLING LIES!"

I fell forward; No! It can't be....

Angel was gone.

"I - I'm alone. I really am alone."

Unwanted memories flooded my mind, and my eyes filled with tears that I had held back with pretty ribbons of denial.

Levi, rattled with bullet holes, already dead by the time I found her. She had never been Angel. She had never been there. I made it all up?

Star, it had been Star who had noticed the men by our car, and Star who had gone off alone. It was Star, and she had been shot. She took her last breath, clinging desperately to Yoongi. It was Star. It should have been me!

I couldn't save them. I couldn't save anyone!

No! NO!

"It's almost pathetic, killing a mental girl having a breakdown. I'm almost considering letting you live, but, no matter."

I rolled onto my back, rubbing the blood from my mouth and leaning on my elbows, staring Seung-Jae down as he knelt by me.

His knife glinted in front of my face, hissing teases of murder to me.

"You talk too much, haven't you watched the movies? That's the worst move."

"What?"

He was clueless, too busy already celebrating his victory to notice that he had knelt over my leg.

I brought it up with a sudden force, knocking him off balance and allowing him to fall beside me.

Please, let me finish this before I'm gone. Let me avenge them.

Sin, you don't have to. It's not your fault.

Bullshit.

I collapsed on top of him, too weak to hold myself up.

I winced as his knife embedded itself into my gut.

He shoved me off of him in disgust, breathing deeply as he clutched at his manhood in pain.

I muffled a cry of pain as I forced the knife out of my stomach, quickly slamming it into his hand so he couldn't move away.

"Fuck.... you," I dragged myself away, calling upon all my anger to give me the energy to finish this off.

While he was pulling at the knife, hissing loudly, I was reaching for my gun.

So close, so close, I could almost reach it!

An inhuman sound erupted from my throat as biting pain went through my ankle.

That son of a bitch!

My shoulder ached as I stretched out farther, and I whimpered as I struggled, a race against time.

My fingertips were on the cold metal, almost, almost -

My other ankle screamed in agony, my Achilles heel sliced to the bone.

With the last push of my energy, I grabbed my gun, hoping to all hell that it was loaded properly.

I rolled around, shakily taking aim before pulling the trigger.

Bang.

Seung-Jae's head fell back limply.

I sighed in relief, collapsing back in exhaustion. I didn't even bother pressing on my chest anymore; it was too late. Why bother? I had nothing to go back to, I was alone.

No, I was never alone.

Sin, Sin, you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you.

I smiled softly, desperately resisting the urge to close my eyes, but Jin's silken voice was lulling me to unknown realms.

Sin, it's okay, it's over. You can come with me now, okay? Come with me, it's over, you finished it. We're so proud of you. Now, it's time for you to come with me.

I nodded lightly, giving in to his voice, letting my heavy eyelids close.

Bang

**** I'll probably edit this later, because I want more violence but it felt stale at this moment.

I told you it would end with a bang, teehee.

But there will be a bonus chapter and an epilogue. And, of course, a special chapter for bb eyebro, as promised. Don't hate me too much, I can't stand it! *****